Conflict is not the truth of who we are.
It is the echo of contraction—
the body tightening, the mind narrowing,
the field collapsing into survival.
In contraction, everything feels personal.
Every word cuts, every silence stings.
Family becomes opponent.
Clients become obstacles.
Life becomes a courtroom.
But expansion changes the ground.
Expansion is breath, space, rhythm.
It is the moment you remember:
I do not need to fight to be real.
When I sit, when I train, when I breathe,
I practice this expansion.
I learn to carry weight without breaking,
to feel without flinching,
to stand without striking.
Conflict resolution is not a trick of words.
It is the alchemy of state.
When one stands in contraction and the other in expansion,
the room shifts.
The storm has nothing to latch onto.
The contracted one feels their own grip loosen,
not because you argued,
but because you embodied space.
This is the path I walk,
and this is the space I offer.
Whether in family, love, or consultation—
conflict belongs only to contraction.
Resolution is the natural gift of expansion.