The email detonated silently: “We regret to inform you…”
An invisible blade drove straight through the solar plexus. The body recoiled, a trapped animal in the tightening jaws of an unseen snare. The breath caught, brittle as glass, shattering into jagged panic.
The mind convulsed: You’ve failed. Again. Always. Not enough. Never enough.
The skin crawled with the icy fire of shame. Nails dug crescents into the trembling flesh of clenched fists. The pulse hammered erratic and furious against bone.
Then, like a ghost stepping out of shadow, Vince’s words surfaced, calm and merciless:
“It is never about what comes up, but always about what internal triggers get activated.”
The whole momentum of suffering faltered. A crack in the machine. A thin, blinding shaft of awareness pierced through the chaos.
The rejection had no weight. Nothing external ever had.
This maelstrom erupted from within—the ancient, inherited wound of worthlessness, the subconscious reflex to annihilate or flee.
Something primordial shifted.
The attention turned, with ruthless, surgical precision, into the raw furnace of agony.
The sensations unfolded like a slow, terrible blossoming:
The unbearable crushing at the center of the chest.
The acidic sting clawing up the throat.
The sick, hollow twist in the belly.
The bitter iron taste of panic pooling in the mouth.
No narrative. No story. Just this.
And then—the release.
The false center collapsed. The ghost-self dissolved like mist under a rising sun.
Stillness. Silence. Expansion.
Suddenly, the world ignited into brutal, exquisite clarity:
The mug—smooth, dense, radiating heat into open palms.
The tile floor—cool, damp, grounding the soles of bare feet.
The scent of dark-roasted coffee, thick and primal, curling upward into hungry lungs.
A bead of condensation slipping down glass like a perfect universe in freefall.
The distant caw of a crow slicing the vast blue morning.
Time fractured. There was no I. Only the untamed orchestra of existence playing itself.
The breath came, unbidden. Effortless. Alive.
The realization thundered silent: nothing had ever been in control. Nothing had ever needed to be.
The trigger was never out there. The trigger was always here, waiting to be seen and dissolved.
Freedom, raw and unspeakably ordinary.
Have you discovered that suffering was never about the external circumstances?
That they were always about what had been embedded a long time ago.
If you have then come to a group meeting and share it. Others will benefit..
If you haven’t then come to a group and others will help you discover it.
Click here for the YouTube Channel
Free online meetups every Saturday at 9 pm (Sydney Australia time)
and one each Monday 7 am ( Sydney Australia time)
and each Wednesday at 4 pm (Sydney Australia time)
and every Friday 7 am (Sydney time) - never published.
You can check your local time here: https://www.worldtimebuddy.com
Or visit AwakeningWithVince.com for countdown timers to each meeting.
Please note that it's always the same time on the same link. Arriving late and leaving early is fine.
Click here to Join Zoom Meeting https://us02web.zoom.us/j/86991485768...
Here is a link to all of the published recordings. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list...
Audio files can be found here: https://drive.google.com/drive/folder...
There is also paid 1on1 guiding here:
Although the website still requires a lot of work, there are resources there; https://WakingUpWithVince.com
Here is a working version PDF of the web site that can be downloaded.
Here is a link to a new chatbot using the website as it’s knowledgebase.
https://chatgpt.com/g/g-67a6d7d9cb548...
Given the multitude of small costs (that add up to something significant) required to produce these offerings, please consider donating whatever you can comfortably afford. Moneys over and above running costs are directed to the establishment of Suan Jai Sanctuary. (more on this later)
..and remember - lots of little bits make a big bit. ❤️