Thank you so very much for sharing your powerful story. It is beautiful and filled with love. As I sit here I am quite inspired by what you wrote. It is the ultimate story of hope when all is lost. Your words that evening had the power to make all the difference. What an amazing experience.
Thank you... I greatly shortened the story..because it's not so much what all we talked about as it is about the end result... and that was for him to realize that Creator is LOVE and that that? ..is all there is in the end. My soul spoke the words to his soul.... Higher Self if you wish to call it that... the young woman living in the world was certainly not that wise. Truly LOVE heals all.
I will need a little bit of time to reflect on this before getting back, but I intend to.
Thank you once again for providing us all with this beautiful place and with your beautiful and caring words. Always.
On a slightly different note, is it just me or has anyone else been sensing the vibrational level of our community rising? This past week, and even in the past few days...wow! In so many different ways too.
Absolutely! Felt it immediately today. I wrote my Godwinks post and within an hour a multitude were written about under differing names/experiences on one thread alone.
Never doubt the power we carry individually and more so collectively-- here as in the larger collective
Love to you dear ?
Weird that you said that about sensing the vibration of the community rising lately - I had that exact same thought yesterday and today as I was catching up reading posts! :)
I loved your story; thank you for sharing it!
I had a dream this fall that was one of those spiritual dreams that stayed with me.
In the dream I was in hell. At first I was like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, armed with that scythe-thing she gets in Season 7, and I was whirling around and decapitating demons left and right. Soon I realized that I was vastly outnumbered and that I’d better run and hide in order to have any chance of survival. Hell then became much like a hotel with white corridors and doors everywhere. I slid into one room and closed the door, quickly found another door and went into that room, hearing the demons on the hunt for me the whole time. Each room led to another room or corridor with more doors, and I worked to steady myself, trying to use some scruples as I chose which door to maneuver through. It was one door after another and always the fear, the running away, the desire for a secure place to collect myself. That strikes me as a pretty good metaphor for hell, and most of us live our lives running through one door after another, striving to rest in comfort and security that never lasts.
At some point the dream morphed into something like “The Good Place” and I found myself sneaking onto an elevator believing I was on my way to heaven. The doors opened, and I wish I could describe for you something amazing and glorious, but the dream image is a haze, the way dream images so often are. What remained with me was the realization that I had never actually been in hell, nor was I stepping into heaven; it was all a “neutral” place, inherently empty, shaped and filled by my own beliefs and expectations. More than anything, I felt relief.
I've always felt deeply that people are not inherently evil, that "evil" actions are the result of misguided attempts at gaining power, the need for which is rooted in disconnection and insecurity, or, simply, a lack of love. I really don't know anything of evil as an external force or entity; thankfully, I've never experienced anything remotely like that, although I have been victimized by other people who wanted to hurt me in order to lift themselves up. One of them was a serial rapist at 17 years old, and in spite of the abuse he inflicted on me, I could see that hurt child within, that hunger for love that had been perverted into a love of power.
What I like about @journeywithme2's story and the dream I shared is that they reveal our capacity for choice. We carry beliefs and stories about ourselves and the world; often these are deeply held and unconscious. This is years as a zen buddhist talking here, but when we practice awareness and bring these stories and beliefs into the light, we see their inherent emptiness and we can choose something different. Sometimes these beliefs are so deep they are lodged in our bodies. One evening in a yoga class, after going to these classes weekly for half a year, in savasana I found myself experiencing the deep sense of unworthiness (that stemmed from my being given up for adoption) lifted out of my body. I realized that I carried this shame and belief that I was unlovable, so much that I was unworthy of god, and as the cloud of this shame started to dissipate, I heard a message that I was indeed worthy of god's love, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I laid there, feeling this weight lifted. Now, I can't say that I was 100% healed at that moment, but there was a significant shift in my being, one that opened a door for me to meet my now husband (a very loving, kind partner) and, years later, my birth family.
I'm also sharing this in the hope that someone finds this helpful and opens to the possibility of becoming free from beliefs that hold you back from that eternal love that is the heart of our creation.
@journeywithme2 Thank you for your forgiveness story of your x partner's father's passing. So beautiful.