I read this quote on a poster somewhere, and by far these have been the most promising and hopeful words in my journey of healing and looking forward to life.
As I read more, on blogs, on posters and on social media (most of which I have consciously decided to shun), I feel more. For people, their journeys and their experiences. Of people who have felt depths and got lost in abysses. Of people who have felt like dying for no physio (logical) reason, but repeated failure in love and facing constant abandonment, and picked up threads of their life slowly and patiently, and learned and evolved through it all. Of people who are human and beautiful, as they have been vulnerable because they didn't know any better. Of souls who attached very easily, but detachment came with a hefty, life-threatening price. As I traverse through other people's losses, I have come to identify my own grief as parallel, and that I'm not alone. All this, after having felt completely alone and invalidated all my life.
It is wonderful to see some of the work these "resurrection" agents are doing to heal other souls and hold their hands, ever so softly, to rescue them from the dark, lonely crevasses of the adventure called life, which the lost souls thought were preordained and manifested with patterns upon patterns of fossilised behaviour. They have several New Age names like creativity curator, soul fairies, wellness alchemists to more unconventional ones like voice liberator and archetype coach. I simply choose to call them life whisperers. And I have two by my side and they have been the messengers of God.
Through all the difficult and painstaking therapy work that I am doing to understand my archetype, my behaviour, my reactions, my attitude, my genetic and subconscious patterns, I have unearthed many mysteries, of past life, afterlife, and an understanding of intuition. There is still a long long way to go and I have barely touched the tip of the proverbial iceberg.
But one thing that I have come to grasp thoroughly is that awareness of our experience in any given moment is a vital tool to tide through our forays into hopelessness, through our slips and falls into helplessness. And the one and only thing that pegs us when we are plunging headlong into another pit of oblivion is that experiential awareness must be recorded and felt. This holds us rooted in unique objectivity in our largely subjective existence.
And in all this exciting, interesting albeit exhausting adventure of my inner travels, I have realised this. If life was easy, where would the adventure be? Reminds me of Enid Blyton's "The Enchanted Wood".
More later. For now, I change my motto in life from "Life is short, wear party pants" to "Life is an adventure, don your prettiest hat".
Yes, that's how I see myself now, wearing pretty hats day after day and wowing the world.
As I read more, on blogs, on posters and on social media (most of which I have consciously decided to shun), I feel more. For people, their journeys and their experiences. Of people who have felt depths and got lost in abysses. Of people who have felt like dying for no physio (logical) reason, but repeated failure in love and facing constant abandonment, and picked up threads of their life slowly and patiently, and learned and evolved through it all. Of people who are human and beautiful, as they have been vulnerable because they didn't know any better. Of souls who attached very easily, but detachment came with a hefty, life-threatening price. As I traverse through other people's losses, I have come to identify my own grief as parallel, and that I'm not alone. All this, after having felt completely alone and invalidated all my life.
It is wonderful to see some of the work these "resurrection" agents are doing to heal other souls and hold their hands, ever so softly, to rescue them from the dark, lonely crevasses of the adventure called life, which the lost souls thought were preordained and manifested with patterns upon patterns of fossilised behaviour. They have several New Age names like creativity curator, soul fairies, wellness alchemists to more unconventional ones like voice liberator and archetype coach. I simply choose to call them life whisperers. And I have two by my side and they have been the messengers of God.
Through all the difficult and painstaking therapy work that I am doing to understand my archetype, my behaviour, my reactions, my attitude, my genetic and subconscious patterns, I have unearthed many mysteries, of past life, afterlife, and an understanding of intuition. There is still a long long way to go and I have barely touched the tip of the proverbial iceberg.
But one thing that I have come to grasp thoroughly is that awareness of our experience in any given moment is a vital tool to tide through our forays into hopelessness, through our slips and falls into helplessness. And the one and only thing that pegs us when we are plunging headlong into another pit of oblivion is that experiential awareness must be recorded and felt. This holds us rooted in unique objectivity in our largely subjective existence.
And in all this exciting, interesting albeit exhausting adventure of my inner travels, I have realised this. If life was easy, where would the adventure be? Reminds me of Enid Blyton's "The Enchanted Wood".
More later. For now, I change my motto in life from "Life is short, wear party pants" to "Life is an adventure, don your prettiest hat".
Yes, that's how I see myself now, wearing pretty hats day after day and wowing the world.
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