![]() I thought of giving you blessings and wishes for things of great value to happen to you in future I thought of appreciating you for being the way you are I thought to give sweet and lovely compliments for everything about you I thought to write something in praise of your poems and prose and I thought of extending my gratitude for being one of the very few sincerest friends I have ever had. I thought a lot about what I should write to you. “My dearest friend Abigail, These probably could be the last words I write to you and I may not live long enough to see your response but I truly have lived long enough to live forever in the hearts of my friends. I had also witnessed a diminishment of the pain-body, not through fighting it but through bringing the light of consciousness to it.”Ī New Earth: Awakening to Your Life's Purpose ![]() The very reason for our existence in human form is to bring that dimension of consciousness into this world. When our session came to an end, it was fulfilling to know that I had just witnessed the arising of Presence in another human being. Only emotion plus an unhappy story is unhappiness. It was also the beginning of the end of her pain-body. Since you cannot be unhappy without an unhappy story, this was the end of her unhappiness. Later she came to understand that the moment she stopped identifying with the feeling, the old painful emotion that lived in her, the moment she put her attention on it directly without trying to resist it, it could no longer control her thinking and so become mixed up with a mentally constructed story called “The Unhappy Me.” Another dimension had come into her life that transcended her personal past – the dimension of Presence. I didn't say much else, allowing her to be with the experience. That space, of course, comes when there is inner acceptance of whatever you are experiencing in the present moment. ![]() This was the first time I heard somebody put it like that: There is space around my unhappiness. I 'm still unhappy, but now there is space around it. She looked puzzled briefly, and after a minute or so of sitting silently, I suddenly noticed a significant shift in her energy field. In other words, and this may sound strange, if you don't mind being unhappy, what happens to the unhappiness? Don't you want to find out?” All I'm asking is that you find out whether it is possible for you to allow those feelings to be there. “You or the unhappiness in you? Can you see that your unhappiness about being unhappy is just another layer of unhappiness?” She became quiet again. Suddenly she looked impatient, as if she was about to get up, and said angrily, “No, I don't want to accept this.” “Who is speaking?” I asked her. Now, instead of wanting this moment to be different from the way it is, which adds more pain to the pain that is already there, is it possible for you to completely accept that this is what you feel right now?” “There is nothing you can do about the fact that at this moment this is what you feel. “At this moment, this is what you feel.” I said. Tears were rolling down her face, her whole body was shaking. Reluctantly, however, she did what I asked her to do. She said she had come expecting me to show her the way out of her unhappiness, not into it. I directed the focus of her attention to what she was feeling inside her body and asked her to sense the emotion directly, instead of through the filter of her unhappy thoughts, her unhappy story. She was ready to awaken, and this is why she had come. At some level, however, she must have realized that her pain originated within herself, that she was a burden to herself. In other words, she lived with the burden of a deeply unhappy self. She could not yet see that she was feeding the pain-body with her thoughts. She was not yet able to see the link between the emotional pain and her thoughts, being completely identified with both. Her pain-body had become the filter through which she viewed her life situation. I saw quickly that her pain was not caused by her present life circumstances but by an extraordinarily heavy pain-body. As a child she had been abused by a physically violent father. She said she felt lonely and unfulfilled. She started telling me her story, and within one second her smile changed into a grimace of pain. As she greeted me, I could sense the pain behind her polite and superficial smile.
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