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Reposted from @w.riting on Instagram.
So deeply profound.
It's sparked up all my memories of this lifetime.
How have I shown up for others? I released the cords for so many claustrophobic relationships. I burned a lot of them in the shamanic fires blessed to me as my ideas of how my life should be were crucified on the stake of purification of one's bags and one's programming.
One of the people who hurt me the most, she told me "your life path is of humility, and that means a lot of humiliation". My arrogance couldn't compute that, since I was already going through enough. The curses placed upon me for refusing to marry someone I knew was wrong for me, the entities that had been feeding off my nuur from such a young age, the traumas that kept increasing in size.
So after all of that, who is left to love? Who is left for me to feel loved by - in spite of the mistakes, some serious errors, some almost unforgivable things?
The ones who challenge me and also love me: my parents. They are literally the keys to my gaining some pleasure from my Lord. I may have to leave them for a while so I can be free to become that which my soul wants to become.
But the space will be good for us all.
There are friends who I will never win back (but were they friends or lessons?). And there are some who have come into my life as heart soothers. They have the etiquette required, the humility required, the connection desired, and the hearts that encompass even the most wretched of us.
The one who can see you as while, who can see you as the Light whilst acknowledging the shadow, the one whose soul whispers to yours "hello, my dear friend, my akhi, my family, here I am, hug me tightly before you believe the lies your distortions tell you"
I am sure that the Divine will allow each of us to experience this.
They may never come back, though.
And most people think that shows it wasn't real love. I used to think that as well.
But remember that love is an energy. Energy never dies, it transmutes or it is saved for a later day.
For a day when both souls have shed their insecurities, the obstacles and the great disconnection they feel.
In the meantime, we remember that grand love we experienced.
We pray for love to grace our lives in a more dignified, graceful way.
For a love that blazes and burns away the edifices from our eyes and any remaining heart walls from the heart. The love that is authentic, pure, unadulterated by the superficialities that we healed upon ourselves, absorbed with vigour.
The love that undresses the ego and reveals the soul, and the ego relinquishes all fight. We pray for this kind of love, that is reflected in the open-hearted creatures of God, not confined to one soul.
For to confine this illumined Love is to beg for a handful of rain from the one who Is the rain.
It takes a thousand lifetimes for the soul to emerge with an understanding of oneness. Once it tastes this bittersweet morsel of Truth, veils play a dance of hide and seek.
We pull away 7 veils, the Lord produces 777 more veils and illusions to experience.
And yet, we come back to our breath,
look at our fingertips with the interest of a starving human,
and realise that
the Love will only be fulfilling when it's from the grander Self
and emanating to all the selves.With love and honour,
Sukaina
