Six days to right many wrongs.
Pain.
It can drown a person.
It will stuff them into a deep, dark, moist pit of a well, with smooth walls and no ladder or rope, a hell.
The emotional darkness can become overwhelming.
How long we decide to stay is up to us.
Expanding beyond the trauma, to encompass it rather than being drowned by it is a challenge.
It feels like dying, because it is.
A dying of that which was, in order to expand into something, someone, new.
Over and over again, this expansion occurs,
Until finally the pain is surrounded, encompassed.
Now, outside of the pain, you can see it more clearly.
And dismantling it, healing it, becomes possible.
But first,
Death.
And courage,
To face a new dawn.
Starting each day I shall remember to communicate my joy as well as my despair so that we can know each other better.
I shall remind myself to really listen to you and to try to hear your point of view, and discover the least threatening way of giving you mine, remembering that we both are growing and changing in a hundred different ways.
I shall remind myself that I am a human being and not demand perfection from you until I am perfect…..so….you’re safe…….
That discomfort you’re feeling?
It’s a sign that it’s time to grow,
To level up,
To shift towards something
B I G G E R.
Lean In.
I see the people, elbow to elbow in a circle, their backs are to the inside, their fronts facing out. Their countenance is like the sun. As they open their arms exposing their front center to the light, the cocoon of darkness which had enveloped them opens, and as they spread their arms wide, the darkness is contained behind them in the residue of the collective cocoon. This darkness is encased by this cocoon, and surrounding this dark ball is the golden, fiery light of the liberated souls. This dark ball burns in this fiery light, enslaved in its own making … the cocoon of darkness … now surrounded by the flames of liberation.
Maybe this is what the prophets spoke of when describing the earth on fire.
I’ve realized that what sometimes feels like a re-traumatization can be perceived as opportunity for release. The pain I was carrying regarding a past trauma was hidden … until it was visited “seen” in vision and triggered by an energy “download”. I cussed, I swore, I threatened anything and everything in my mind. For 1.5 days I lived anger and pain.
Today I visited the ducks, the waters, wind and sunshine. I realized what a release I have just gone through. Decades of buried trauma and pain was released.
Tonight as I got food out of the fridge to prepare, the thought, “you can’t fight evil with anger, it only fuels and empowers it.”
And I understood what a blessing I have just been given … a sacred release of womb pain and trauma, hidden, buried, forgotten … and recently, the release has begun. Begun, I say, because I know there’s more pain, I simply need to get my head wrapped around it and separate the pain from the blessing.
Thanks be to the Most High and Our Family Divine.
I Love You.
I know how difficult it must have been to pick up on my pain and spewing of suffering into the collective field. Thank you for assisting my process. On one hand I’m saddened it took so long for me to get a handle on it. On the other hand I’m quite proud of my achievement … it only took 1.5 days.
I remember when it was otherwise …
https://opensenseme.com/2024/03/08/difficulty-of-energetic-violence/
There she is, that Sovereign Woman.
She with the courageous heart and the wild soul. She who says, “This is me. This is who I am.”
She wasn’t always this way.
For many years she was hidden away. Revealing herself fully only in the words of her journal and in her closest friendships. Showing up in her truth only when she felt safe enough to be vulnerable.
But now she’s changed. From her appearance to her writing, she’s a whole different woman.
SHE’S THE WOMAN WHO WAS WAITING INSIDE OF HER ALL ALONG.
It was not easy for her, this transformation. She didn’t just step into this embodied self the way you would gracefully step up a staircase.
She had to go deep inside of herself to find this version of herself.
She dug and descended.
Explored and excavated.
Re-membered, re-defined and re-birthed.
And now here she stands: Battle weary. Flawed. Tender.
She’s cried countless tears and faced many shadows. But it doesn’t take much to see there’s something different about her.
What is it? Can you feel it?
Yes that’s it…
IT’S NOT SO MUCH HOW SHE LOOKS. IT’S WHAT SHE’S EMANATING.
She’s grounded in her Wisdom.
Firm in her Strength.
And rooted in her Truth.
She may look like she’s been to hell and back, and in many ways she has, but the raging fire only devoured everything about her that was no longer true.
And what was left behind after all the layers of untruths were burned to the ground was her true essence.
She’s rising out of the ashes now, this Phoenix woman. She’s orienting her life to who she has become.
It’s all brand new to her and she’s far from having it all figured out. But little by little, she’s finding out exactly what it means to be a Sovereign Woman.”
~ Layla F. Saad
http://laylafsaad.com/poetry-prose/sovereign-woman
A personal rejection may be taken as an insurmountable barrier and a reason for self-pity and hate, or as an incentive for looking more closely and critically at our behavior as a means of correcting it and thus, attempting to change the behavior of others toward us. The choices are ours to make.
Mental Pain ~ If each time we experienced it we would welcome it with interest and give it our immediate attention by asking ourselves, “ What is this hurt about?” “What is there for me to learn from it?” “What are my alternative responses besides suffering?”, we would perhaps discover the true reason for the pain and be able to arrive at some creative behavioral alternatives to aid ourselves in overcoming it.
~ Leo Buscaglia
Personhood, The Art of Being Fully Human
The old threads are unraveling,
Get your needles ready.
We are stitching a new quilt
of Humanity.
Bring your old t-shirts,
worn out jeans, scarves,
antique gowns, aprons,
old pockets of plenty
who have held Earth’s treasures,
stones, feathers, leaves,
love notes on paper.
Each stitch
A mindful meditation.
Each piece of material
A story.
The more colour the better,
so call in the Tribes.
Threads of browns, whites,
reds, oranges
Women from all nations
start stitching.
Let’s recycle the hate, the abuse,
the fear, the judgment.
Turn it over, wash it clean,
ring it out to dry.
It’s a revolution
of recycled wears.
Threads of greens, blues, purples
Colourful threads
of peace, kindness,
respect, compassion
are being stitched
from one continent to the next
over forests, oceans, mountains.
The work is hard
Your fingers may bleed.
But each cloth stitched together
Brings together a community.
A world, our future world
Under one colourful quilt.
The new quilt of humanity.”
~ Julia Myers
When I was the stream, when I was the
forest, when I was still the field
when I was every hoof, foot,
fin and wing, when I
was the sky itself,
no one ever asked me did I have a purpose, no one ever
wondered was there anything I might need,
for there was nothing
I could not love.
It was when I left all we once were that
the agony began, the fear and questions came,
and I wept, I wept. And tears
I had never known before.
So I returned to the river, I returned to
the mountains. I asked for their hand in marriage again,
I begged—I begged to wed every object and creature,
and when they accepted,
God was ever present in my arms.
And He did not say,
“Where have you
been?”
For then I knew my soul—every soul—
has always held
Him.
–Meister Eckhart
Painting,
Outstarwalker,
deviant art
Do not be bitter. Illuminate the truth.
This is a stage of pre-creation, a state of infinite possibility. Follow your instincts freely.
Try not to figure out what lies ahead, but enter the “darkness” with courage. Trust in the higher powers to guide you through this part of the journey.
Evil is Live spelled backwards … and of course, it is hidden behind the Veil.
Violators, master manipulators, those who oppress and dominate the population … this world has been their oyster.
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