Sunday, 10 July 2016

The insanely simple idea of having your needs met

THE BIG REALISATION 



I finally began private psychotherapy three months ago. This was the result of my having exhausted the creativity of the local NHS mental health services, who had sent me for three different types of therapy over the previous two years.

The sessions have only recently started to positively impact my life and my making actual progress. The first few sessions were more about my venting about everything that was going on in my life that seemed chaotic and uncontrollable. In addition, I have a tendency to only have very few friends at any one time, so I needed the regularity of a weekly meeting with someone.


Slowly, with the help of reflecting back to me what I say and putting it in an overview position, I finally feel I have gotten somewhere. In the last two sessions, my therapist made me realise I was giving control away to him rather than owning my session and my time for healing. I began noticing all the thoughts that told me I needed to be the “perfect” client, a somewhat glamourised version of myself fit for one of those self deprecating, flippant films film makers make about psychotherapy.


I was playing a role. There was a part of me that had taken on the role of an intellectual discussing ideas and theories of personality in the room, that somehow I made myself not even good enough to receive proper counselling, whereby my true emotional needs (irrespective of how childish or outrageous) were explored and my deep need to be seen and heard was met fully.


Three sessions ago, I came into the session with four bags. One handbag, one fabric bag bought in Turkey last year, one carrier bag with food in it and a fourth with my laptop. I always carry at least one bag with me, and this time my therapist raised an eyebrow. For the first fifteen minutes of the session, he began to explore the meaning of carrying so many bags around with me.


It embarrassed me to have to explore all of this in minute detail. In all honesty, I had made peace with being the eccentric bag lady a long time ago. And, more importantly, I had had one of the most shocking interactions with my mother in quite a while and needed clarity and a safe space to vent.

Bags? What have bags got to do with real life? Bags carry items, they are self explanatory.


I let him continue with the analysis, until there came a point where the discussion ended. I then mentioned my mother and what had occurred. And we switched tracks and I was able to explore my deep hurt and anger. The session finished shortly after.


I mentioned this to him the following week, about how it didn’t even occur to me to interrupt and change the topic. I had really wanted to talk about what was important to me, yet I felt he had led the session elsewhere. He asked me how it made me feel. I said I just assumed he knew what he was doing and that there was some reason behind it.


My therapist became very flustered. I wouldn’t credit myself with a high sense of empathy these days, but I could see he was taken aback and even a bit remorseful. I know that feeling all too well. I briefly imagined a huge thought bubble above his head with the words, “I’ve screwed up!” written inside it. He then said, “Well, from what you’re saying, your needs weren’t met. You sensed somehow you were deficient, which allowed your needs to not be met.”


Now, me being fortunate enough to have spare time to explore various knowledge and pathways, I have come across the psychological theories about human needs. Abraham Maslow and the hierarchy of needs pyramid is most famous. Sadly, because I have relied a lot more upon my mental faculties and somehow distanced my real life from anything remotely human or social, it never occurs to me to realise I have a right to have my needs met.


This realisation hit me in such a way, it took my breath away. Literally, I couldn’t breathe for a few seconds.


In my most recent therapy session, I went prepared to explore this further.

He reiterated himself, “You didn’t have your needs met. I am sure you were able to cope afterwards by talking to a friend and by writing in your journal – yet the fact remains your needs weren’t met in the actual session.”


And then I confessed: “Yes, I have become so used to my needs not being met when I had begged and fought for them that I now just assume that’s all I deserve, in a very fatalistic sort of way. In all honesty, it hasn’t even occurred to me THAT my needs are valid or that they ought to be met. I still haven’t taken actions to ask people or organisations for the support I need. I’m expecting a rejection every time.”


Yet, that is not the case with others. My fellow colleagues, my current or former friends, certain gurus I’ve had contact with, regular people I observe in customer queues, on television or randomly on social media. They know what their needs are, feel very sure about having those needs met and endure they make it happen.

So what happens when you have to re-educate yourself about a theory that was not very well embedded in the first instant?


Exploring this simple idea about various human needs, whether they are met or not and I had the stark realisation that when these needs are not met, they can be the root cause of most of our deep rooted issues.


Here are a few cursory questions I came up with to start us off:

1) What does it mean to have our needs met?
2) What are the different arenas of need?
3) What can we do to take care of ourselves (just as a lioness would her cubs) to ensure that we’ve done everything possible as a person to take care of our own needs?

This last question is, of course, after taking into account that the world is not set up in a way to ensure any one person has all their needs met. We will be regularly disappointed and even screwed over a few times. Yet, the idea is that we need to cultivate a base-line acknowledgement that we all have various needs that ideally can be met. 

We all are sentient beings having real needs.

1) WHAT ARE YOUR NEEDS?



The first step is to put down in clear large writing all of your needs as a human and spiritual being.
I made a mind map of all my needs, so I could have a holistic view (and it was meeting my needs for creativity and order).

The categories are many:

physical, sexual, health, mental, exercise,
learning, monetary, career, volunteering,
friendship, romance, travel, living space,
nature, leisure, social networking, inner peace,
fun, family, environment, communication,
real intelligent and healing conversations,

support, spiritual, healing, interests,
creativity, me-time, writing and publishing,
recognition, kindness and friendliness,
respect, graceful living, safety, anonymity, 
lots of physical space, authentic self expression,
silliness, solitude

As you can imagine, this is hardly an exhaustive list. Your list will also have similar and also more detailed needs.

Putting all of your needs in graphic form really hits home and makes it easier to see the connections. You really acknowledge how many needs you have and how many you know aren't being met.

I then asked myself what had happened for me to make a few crippling decisions that are currently running the way my life is being played out. How could I not realise what my needs were and even when I was acutely aware of what my needs were, why did I somehow feel that I didn’t deserve to have them met?


The reasons for my way of thinking have been primarily due to the way I have been brought up and the beliefs I made about myself and life as a result of my experiences. I feel a lot of my needs as a child were neglected, either out of choice or due to emotional upheaval in the family due to deaths and mishaps.

My family have a unique take on life, not shared by most people I know from the same faith and culture. It is a fatalistic point of view, seeded in their traditional views about Islamic religion, the Quran and the associated legal laws created.

In addition to this, because they haven’t yet figured out the divine laws of manifestation, intention and grace (amongst the others), they seem to continually deal with drama in their daily lives. Things breaking down, traders behaving rudely with them and, most recently, my mother got mugged outside the house and the monies allocated for the charity school she runs were taken along with her own money.


With every event, and most days it seemed we were in a film whereby there was always drama and despair up until I left Pakistan, the underlying assumption was “we are bad, we are cursed, that’s life, give more money to charity and to widows, get rid of all of our cursed jewellery, you don’t deserve a happy life, this is what we’re good for, you don’t understand our life, how can you expect anything other than what we know, everyone has problems...” ad infinitum.

As an example, there was a point in my life when would have to put up with badly stitched clothes because the seamstress was poor and needed to earn money, even though I looked very shabby and could afford better stitching.

I attempted suicide at age 10 when I was studying at primary school in Karachi. I was only stopped by a teacher at the very last moment. Normally, once informed, any concerned parent would ensure I had some psychotherapy or  counselling to help me cope with the despair that urged me to want to jump out of a window.

However, the head teacher of the school at the time effectively told my mother that I was young and impulsive, "kids do these things" and that I didn't need counselling. What is interesting to note is, my mother agreed and this was never spoken of again. The event and the circumstances that led to it were ignored and all I felt was embarrassment and shame.

What really stands out with this memory is that there was one extended family member who taught in the same school that I studied. She couldn't ignore it as she was more interested in how my actions would impact her reputation as a teacher in the school. With the best of intentions, I am sure, she made sure she vocalised her disappointment and even her condemnation that I was so melodramatic and attention seeking, that I didn't think of how my actions would affect her and the rest of the family.

"Make sure you don't pull a stunt like this ever again."


In addition, I saw that my needs for a social life between ages 11 - 15 were curtailed because my mother was going through an intensely volatile period in her life due to a second marriage and divorce. Because she was unable to face meeting people, she also wished to "protect" or "hide" me in the house, so I had to decline birthday party invites, tea invites, hang-out invites, even weddings, and stay almost entirely away from all classmates except when at school.

The invitations soon trickled out, I was forgotten and didn't have any friends to go back to after my mother lifted my "social ban" at age 16. By then, I had learned so well the art of not asking or not expecting my social needs to be met, that the roles reversed. My mother would encourage me to go to a school event, or to a friends house and I was the one who felt dull inside and refused.The dysthymia had set in very deeply by then.

My schooling, although of a very excellent standard as I was able to go to private school, again had a lot of lacks and us students had to make do with appalling, cramped classroom conditions without adequate windows, three or four maths teachers in three years and regular strikes that affected our schooling progress.

Also, in my case, I have such empathy with people, that when growing up in a developing country whereby the children and grown men are begging on the streets with various body parts missing and dirty clothing, I perhaps felt an intense guilt for my good fortune. I couldn't (and still can not) accept the drastic inequality prevalent in almost every country, but very visible in a place like Karachi.

I took all this inside me to such a degree that everything beyond that has been coloured with this belief of minimising my needs and not even expecting those minimum needs to be met.

The extent of the impact of these limiting beliefs have been that up until a few months ago, I was entirely impressed by a person who claimed to be a spiritual teacher, awakening us all to the truth of who we were. Yet, under all the hyperbole and "I love yous", she had clearly begun to enjoy the glory of having devoted followers, charging and being paid a lot of money for services (that other healers would have a reasonable charge for) in order to travel business class “because we can”. She also began aggressively marketing spirituality and graceful living as a commodity and had very recently begun to behave rudely to people on-stage in public.

In essence, she had begun creating a cult and my entire system was rejecting it, to the point of falling physically ill and paranoid. Yet, due to my faulty reasoning system, I still held on because I had known her for so long as a friend. And, at the time, I was quite vulnerable and felt I had no other options on the pathway to salvation.

There were many signs that this was not the right environment for me to flourish, yet I continued and I trusted that, again, she knew something I didn’t and that if I was feeling uncomfortable, physically ill and drained, it was more my deficiency and lack of spiritual insight than it was her modus operandi.

It had to take the accounts of eleven other individuals about this person for me to finally realise that I was excusing behaviour that would never be tolerated had it been someone I didn't love so much.

I feel I had to experience this great betrayal of trust to slowly come to the point of understanding my needs.

Yet, this again, was highlighted to me in the last week.


And so, after my counsellor's guidance as to what one of my major blind spots has been, I have taken a decision to truly take . As much as I would like, I don’t get my six years back, the last thirty-two years back whereby I allowed people to walk over me, or to speak to me in a tone that I felt was disrespectful, and to make me feel that somehow not getting my needs met was a good thing.

I just can’t. I can’t delete the pain. I can't undo the mistakes, the fear and the hesitation.


But I can do something now and my hope is that as a result of this blog post, you're inspired to think about how the experience of your life can be improved by taking stock of your needs and whether they are being met.


2) HAVING YOUR NEEDS MET



Seeing if your needs are being met is a simple exercise, in theory at least.

Once you have defined and identified all of your needs as a human being, you then go through the list or diagramme and ask yourself the following:

“Are my health needs being met?"
"Are my monetary needs being met?"
"Are my basic food and water needs being met?"
"Are my self expression needs being met?" and so on.

Your answer will usually be a simple yes or no. If yes, then you go further into details such as

- somewhat
- mostly
- rarely

And if there are areas in which they aren't being met, you note down the missing pieces as to how could they be met.

Continue with this exercise until all the areas of your life have been answered.

It is key at this time to be very kind to yourself during this exercise. I will make the bold claim that because you are living on this chaotic planet, when there are seven billion individuals with their unique agendas, although you may have really done well in ensuring your life works well, there may be one or two areas that you will find that your needs are not being met. This is the gift of being human.


We can go back to the idea of neutrality and of acceptance that we will not have all of our needs met immediately. It may take some changes or some actions steps.

If we had immediate gratification for all of our needs, I doubt our personalities, characters and souls would grow into more and expand into more wisdom and patience. In fact, it is a well known Irish curse when someone says: May you get exactly what you wish!


And so, when answering these questions, go in with the curiosity and indifference a social scientist is expected to go into any research.

You are your test subject. It is a social experiment.


3) ACCEPTANCE OF THAT WHICH IS OUT OF YOUR CONTROL



The next thing to accept is that some of these needs cannot be met now. On a very real, literal and physical level, they just cannot be met. Ideally, they will be met as soon as it's possible and the Universe brings you in tune with the results, but as of now they aren't being met. By accepting this, you have the blissful opportunity of going deep into a peaceful acceptance and not come up with decisions such as

a) that you shouldn’t have these needs at all and
b) that somehow you’re being unreasonable for feeling frustrated, dejected, stressed, irritated or upset that they aren’t being met

I'll share a very personal example with you to illustrate what I mean.

One of my core needs as a woman are my sexual and romantic needs. Now for me to admit this, to accept it and to write it publicly with my real name signed underneath is something I find very surprising that I am able to do so as a result of my traditional, conservative Muslim upbringing. For me, it is a risk that I am now willing to take.


However, what has been far more damaging to my psyche than the fear of my mother or aunt reading this post is the fact that I have denied this real acceptance to myself for a long time. I accepted it a while ago when I had fallen in love with someone and had all the urges. The relationship didn't work out, and any subsequent attempts with other men have also not worked out, to the point I have always been rejected or been forbidden to express my needs due to the situation I found myself in, the role of the "other woman" as such.

And then, I used to wonder why I felt unattractive, unlovable and depressed, why I felt irritable at family weddings and couldn’t keep any previous romantic interest out of mind for too long, hanging onto them for such long periods of time that it became insulting to my soul’s innate free nature and annoyed them to the point they had to become pointedly rude in order to get rid of me!


I have signed onto online dating/marriage websites specifically for Muslims, and after six years of doing this off and on and creating a whole lot of drama as well, I’ve decided this is really and truly not the route for me. I have accepted this. I will comment more about my experiences online in a separate article.

I have also accepted that because I am a unique sort of a Muslim woman, the sort who is also a shaman, who believes in star-seeds and alternate realities and in substance over form, and who is not meant to be birthing and raising children, I may have to wait a while until the time is right and I find a compatible person to have my first relationship with.


Yet, physically, and for the healthy balance of my mental health and emotional well-being, I need regular sex, kisses, cuddles and canoodling, just like most adults human beings do. 


I will be the first to acknowledge just how grateful I am that I have been safe from forced assault, rape or abuse and that I have also resisted temptation to sleep with a random handsome Turkish/Cypriot/Greek stranger I met on holiday just because he was able to quote Shams Tabrizi and had gleaming eyes and white glinting teeth!

Meeting my sexual needs through casually finding someone off the street (I don't do pubs or clubs) or any of those 21 or 25 year old desi boys looking for casual sex on a dating app will entirely ensure that my soul and emotional needs are not met. Any casual dating would, in fact, jeopardise a lot of my other core needs (and values). I couldn't survive a rushed, loveless liaison such as that.


So, in this case, having gone through all the stages of grief and frustration, my really liberating option is to accept the circumstances just as they currently are.

There are other areas whereby your needs may not be met in the immediate future. This could include your financial security after the EU referendum result, your needs for solitude when living in a busy urban city, or your need for a holiday when the earliest available days to book off from work are three months from now.

In these cases, you train yourself to become innovative with whichever needs you can meet by yourself as best as you can. This might mean a shorter holiday, locally. You then have the option to move onto those aspects of your list whereby the needs are much easier to meet.


4) HOW TO MEET YOUR NEEDS



The next step is to discover discover how you will meet your needs.

For example, when looking at your need for fun and leisure, you can become very expansive in what you define as fun and see how those fun needs can be met.


For me, it’s fun to go to the park and say hello to the ducks. It’s also fun for me to listen to music, write rants on my blog, read, dance, speak to friends on the phone, drinking a well made cup of earl grey tea, learn about spiritual ideas, attend courses, and even go out for a hot chocolate every once in a while.

Most of these above fun needs are easily met and the how is quite accessible too.

I find that having a simple list of how to meet the needs allows for them to be met regularly, and the list can include more complex things such as a holiday or a retirement plan all sorted out. You will be able to meet those needs too, but they require more planning and serendipity.

Ideally, you would make a separate list on a clean page detailing how you would ideally have all of your needs met.

5) WHO GETS TO MEET YOUR NEEDS?

This one is more of a personal inventory of your life. For the most part, most of your needs are effectively met by yourself. You are the centre and the key to your own happiness.

Even when at times you may feel someone else, such as a parent, romantic partner, employer, client, government body, electricity company, plumber, masseuse, alternate practitioner, social media or other person is fulfilling your need – it is you who is ensuring that you make your needs understood and take the steps to ensure they are met.


Now, look at your lists and see the needs that can be met and ask yourself how many are you able to make happen for yourself.


For the ones that others will have to fill a need, you can ask: are they meeting my needs?
In certain areas, there will be a yes, such as in the case of your doctor, for example. If the answer is a no, you may consider taking steps to either ensure the doctor or GP surgery is made aware how to meet your needs, or you might have to change your GP practice to see if the new place can meet your needs.
In my personal experiment, when I asked about people who were my friends perhaps a year ago, six months ago, three months ago and even a month ago, and asked: are they fulfilling my needs for friendship? – most of the time, the answer from my heart was a blunt “No”.

I then did all of those souls justice and asked the opposite: am I meeting their needs? The answer was again a very, very blunt “No!”.
I asked the question with respect to ex friends, certain cousins and other relatives, people I had been in love with - including someone I have been unable to let go of for six long arduous years. “Am I filling any needs of theirs by communicating with them, attempting reconciliation and remaining in touch?”

Again, the answer from my heart was a No.


It can be a demanding exercise. It feels as though you strip yourself of a lot of defenses, excuses and justifications. You suddenly really simplify your life. It can’t happen when your emotions are still deeply intertwined with the people or situations in question. People may tell you, and your logical mind may also tell you time and again, however this is when the emotional attachments can confused and complicate matters.

That’s when no logic in the world can extricate you form the attachment you have formed, from the expectations, from the inordinate desires and hopes that somehow things will change.
If my needs aren’t being met, and neither are theirs, the relationship has entered a new phase and I can retrieve my energy and essence from them, send back their energy and soul fragments and let them go with love, praying that their needs are met by other people who are the perfect complement to them.
As you will begin to notice, even when it comes to the relationship needs, which are mostly reliant on another human or animal, you are always the centre-piece – you are always the one ensuring your needs are being met as much as possible.
6) FLEXIBILITY
Since the unfolding of this deep exploration into my needs, I feel very liberated. My life is pretty much the same, and I am aware of a lot of issues that may not be able to be resolved just by this exercise, but this shift in my perspective is guiding me to make changes that are making me feel more validated in my own life.

I am also becoming less apologetic, as in literally deleting text messages and email sentences which begin with "I’m sorry..." I walk confidently upon the street, and don't somehow fade into the background like I used to.

It feels my entire auric field is adjusting to the new shift: I have needs, and they are all valid. I am able to have these needs met, with divine and human help. I now own the needs. I no longer apologise for needing space to walk on the pavement, nor apologise for my need to move to a different city as soon as I am financially able to.

If I take today as an example, I had a list of needs that needed to be met.


Relaxation and exercise needs: yoga
Cleanliness needs: house cleaning and ironing
Income and money needs: paid job (look for one decent job to apply to)
Mental health needs: meditation, Emotional Freedom Technique, homeopathy remedies, prayer, walk in the park, cut out all news and social media today, avoid reading non essential emails
Fun needs: walk in the park, listening to music
Creativity and recognition needs: finish my blog post on “needs”
Nutritional needs: good home cooked food


I was half way through my yoga practice when my mobile phone rang. It was my nine year old niece, asking for me to meet her for a coffee as she was bored at her nanny’s house.

I changed my plans to fit her needs in, even though I really didn't want to. So I ended up observing my own habit of putting someone else's needs before mine, and justifying it.

In the end, it didn’t work out. She needed me to travel to her nanny’s house to pick her up since her uncle was unable to drop her and her mother also was delayed. As much as I wanted to become even more flexible and drop all my needs to meet hers, I firmly reminded myself that my own need was to come home as soon as possible to find a job to apply to.

What changed was that I kept asking myself, are my needs being met?

The answer was firstly yes for the first hour, as I was waiting beside the babbling river in the beautifully manicured park for her phone call to let me know when she was being dropped. As the day continued and my wait became two and a half hours, the answer then became a no.

I went back home and spoke to her on the phone, letting her know that we would have to postpone and I was sorry that she was disappointed.

So, instead of beating myself up, I met more of my needs as I came home to make up for the loss of a few hours.
And we let it go.... like a wisp of ancient air that was held in the chest for beyond the accepted times of attachment.
I believe when an opportunity is meant for you, and you’ve cleared the undeserving beliefs that stop you from experiencing them, they all come smoothly just like bees to a lilac bush.
 
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We as human beings must allow for a great amount of flexibility inside our brains and energy fields in order to understand that whilst all our needs may not be met, most will be met and we can go around meeting them with enthusiasm, humility and hope.

For those of us beginning this new exciting way of being, we may witness ourselves fall back into fulfilling another’s needs when our own haven’t been met. In certain circles, these patterns are called martyrdom and victimhood patterns.
We also may find we are unable to fulfill another person’s needs, or somehow violate their need for privacy, to be heard, to be needed, to be served, to have emails or texts responded to appropriately, understanding, compassion, to have silence or to be entirely separated from your presence.

We must hold space in our loving hearts for that as well. Their lesson is to accept that you are still learning to be a free, liberated soul and that some of THEIR needs won’t always be met, yet they have the power to ensure they are moreso met by acknowledging what their needs are, and then taking action accordingly.
As the spiritual teachings state, being aware of who you are and what you do, as well as why you do what you do is very helpful. You can stand as a witness of the behaviours and set an intention to change them in a way that serves you and others. After that, the psychological and spiritual work has a more focus and a higher likelihood of bringing about what you truly desire.


INSANE SIMPLICITY



By accepting and being aware of the insanely simple idea of having your needs met, you set in motion a greater global movement than you would be able to imagine at first. How is this so?

You have. firstly, embraced the audacity of wanting your needs being met, and being very determined in allowing that to happen through the Universe and through your powerful intention. That conviction emanates from your field and, as you allow all your needs to be met in a divine way,  others who may also be new to this radical change in perception, may begin to appreciate the simplicity and the core essence of that way of being.

It is your way of BEING that shifts the rest of us, not your way of SAYING or INSTRUCTING. I have always been inspired and admired people who oozed confidence, success, kindness, vitality, integrity and humility rather than being lectured by a well-meaning person about how my life sucks and how I must do x, y and z in order to get what I want. usually, the people who have time to instruct or to point out how great their lives are, or how your life could be improved, have some more inner work to do to understand BEINGNESS that will happen when they are ready for it.

WHERE IS THE DIVINE IN ALL OF THIS?


On a final note, I wanted to add that currently I have a belief that we can only realistically turn to God for all our needs to be met. We are the Ones through whom God will help us, because we truly are that powerful as creatures of God (the Universe, All That IS...)

Every person is also a soul and vessel, the agent of God for their own and perhaps some of your needs to be met. I realised that quickly when I tried to heal myself of chest infections and sinus infections this year. You sometimes have to go to someone trained in holistic medicine for guidance. I ended up going to a homeopath after two years of not having much effect and antibiotics not working (which I knew they wouldn't anyway!).

But please, do not make people, experiences or events your Sources. It can be easy, from one perspective, to feel that because they seem to fulfill very deep core needs, that they are the ones with the power to give and withdraw. What will inevitably happen is that, as life goes, they will leave your orbit in some way, and then you may fall into confusion and grief.

I am witnessing many partnerships and marriages stopping after 11 years, even 16 years of partnership and usually with children and pets and mortgages involved. Everything and everyone will leave. Coutnries are literally breaking into fragments, including jolly olde United Kingdom.

Nothing remains forever, even though we wish it were so.
They will, as per the law of nature, be replaced by others at some point, but remember that your needs are always deserving of being met. The fact they haven’t been met in the past has no bearing on your deserving and inherent worth.

If you have had a similar journey as me and are just realising that you have a right to have needs and have them being met, then it is just that you were not AWARE of just how worthy you are to have the same needs as others; to have them fulfilled with the same exuberance that others who have known since childhood that this is what works and have made sure this was done ever since.
In my own life experience, I have made many mistakes. I have repeated mistakes five or six times, just to make sure. And I would therefore suggest that you become very discerning when you choose the people you receive support from, insist on transparency and integrity, as well as kindness and compassion. There are ways to ensure that there is a two-way flow of energy flowing.

It is also quite common that people serve your needs for a day, a week or few, and then no longer do.
I am becoming more aware of expiration dates, without meaning to sound too rational about things! So I have found taking things on a day to day basis, waking up with a blank slate can be very useful for the emotional body.

If this post has opened up a new way of being for you, or you wish to connect and add to even deeper exploration, please do comment below! I am really open to learning more about this revolutionary (for me, at least) way of being.
- Sukaina Juma

10/07/2016

Monday, 27 June 2016

Of a God that is fickle...

There is actually a lot to write about these days.

And yet all I wish to do is reflect, and at the same time my head is flowing with ideas that I can't actually write about. All they are doing is percolating around my head since Wednesday night.

And today I sat at home all day, and when I finally switched on the computer to observe how the world is turning, I find the things that would cause emotions to well up inside me, I look at them like a movie I am witnessing.

It was Glastonbury music festival this weekend, and I wasn't even aware. Even though I really do want to go to it. Perhaps in two years time, if 2017 isn't happening.

The entire world has a say about what has happened. Good, bad - something in between? All I am aware of is that the UK has shifted again, and I pray there is good in this. So my Spanish watermelon will cost a lot more, and I didn't agree to Boris Johnson EVER becoming Prime Minister.

Are all of these people the same, different faces and only one interest?

All the things I was running after last week, I've forgotten all of them in a daze.

I begin to ponder, how many times does one awaken from a dream?

How many times does one have another facet of themselves tell them they are asleep, or awake or something in between? That all the people they had sepcificially asked God for help, they all failer her in some manner?

That the impulsive soul causes much financial loss on seeking paradise.

Immy wrote to me in his offensive email to me in February that he too imagines what Heaven looks like. Why is he such a child in his way of seeing things? Is that really who I am still? Perhaps so.

He had come into my life to wake me up properly. I was writing poems as though a dam had burst. I was seeing things, thinking things that were most definitely the start of an awakening and the bursts of a creative soul.

It all died down, and I went back to him and I stuck to his memory for 6 years.

And now, there is nothing. Now, I am back to how I was before I met him.

Not really here, not really embodied, but at least my interest in life and politics is back. My interest in people is back. Lady Gaga gets to meet the Dalai Lama over the weekend, and I kind of feel a bit sad that I didn't go for London Pride Festival, because I was tired and didn't want to be around people.

I will probably need to really become active in the Green Party. The Women's Equality Party isn't run so much by love.

There have been many questions asked to me this week and luckily, this week hasn't been dramatic at all by my standards. It's been a good week, one in which I earned some money and had some mystical, bizarre experiences.

I wonder how it is to be around people who actually are sincere, pure and understand how things are.

One question, "Sukaina what happened? You are free but..." and it collapses me into a heap of tears.

I am free, but I live in a society whereby they are still doing their best to open their hearts and can't seem to do it. Earth Star chakra is all money minded and I can't seem to find my feet here.

I was considering moving to Bath, but in practical terms, I cannot.

One can write Hu on top of a clean, fresh page and write down all the manifesting statements, yet the fact remains that I don't know how and leaving the how to God is good for others, but hasn't worked for me.

All of these concepts, and what really saddens me is how on earth could I, someone with reasonable intelligence and wits and discernment, entirely allow someone take over my life and soul, delaying me in my opening up and onnection to God, and then lying to my face, saying that had I woken up earlier, I would have sent out the "spark of awakening" into the ethers.

That was when I really ought to have taken stock.

People have been waking up since the 60s. What I say or do in some ways has zero impact, because nothing I say or perceive hasn't been said before, and more eloquently.

My aim in life is not to be some saint. I can't do it, even my therapist told me the other day.

I want to be functionally happy, to be able to vote for the right things out of clear awareness and foresight, to be able to dismantle an unjust and nonsensical system for one that CARES about people.

I have been around people who said they wanted too do the same, had no clue at all about how to go about it, and kept changing their minds until I had that peculiar feeling of being a beached whale somewhere and not being able to get back to sea. So my skin is crisping in the sun, and my tongue is parched.

They say I am You and You are everywhere

Perhaps I enjoy being distant from Thee

They do say, not that I have any direct experience, that make up love making is the best kind, full of passion and spark. Maybe that's what m soul desires.

That after being separated from God for so long, in spite of everything bringing me closer, and the entire world falling away multiple times to leave me alone, with my thoughts, my breath, the silence...

The Union would become ever more fantastic.

All I know is that prayers are answered when God will them to be, and then nothing can stop you from being found.

All I was doing was adding professionals to my LinkedIn contacts so that I have contacts, like real world people do, and one of them was my cousin. And then, out of nowhere, a prayer I had asked God a long, long, long time ago, perhaps two years ago, suddenly transpires.

And even now, I saw myself resisting and feeling angry, and the ego kicking up. As I type this, my right hip is giving out sharp inches and pains. That usually means a deep energetic cord is releasing.

I remember how three weeks before my first proper healing course, which happened to be Energetic NLP, I was in complete agony over this same right hip pain. Masculine programming.

There are always things to be grateful for.

Even when you've lost everything and still cannot fathom or manage a balance between the earthly plane and your spiritual growth, there is an assurance that you still are okay as a person.

It just is as it is... the cycles are in seismic shifts and one day is entirely differnet from the next.

Although peace permeates being, and space invades my head, there is still a stress in the bak of my mind that niggles and remains.

And, as someone would advise, just acknowledge that you don't know how to move beyond it, and give it to God.

The God that is fickle. He is a representation of me, no more and no less.

- Sukaina Juma
27/06/2016

Sunday, 26 June 2016

Guru: Part 1

I don't think this is random that whilst I am looking to start a new healing modality, this page pops up instead before I make yet another mistake.

I really ought to question EVERY single healing modality out there now. Although it seems to have helped me massively, I can't be too sure what the actual channel is, since someone else began sending healing to me on Tuesday/Wednesday (without my being consciously aware of it at all! The universe is truly mysterious and bizarre.).

I have been seeking something that seems missing in all I have done previously and people who would complement me in my journey, and somehow don't seem to be satisfied. It is for the most part, the obstacles that keep me from my own higher self, I am aware. So sometimes it feel that even the crystals aren't working, which isn't the case at all.

I pray that the confusion lifts and those who are genuinely able to guide and help and help me to start healing again, come forward.

Someone told me they were willing for me to become their disciple a few days ago. I was like, nah. Been there, done that, didn't get a chakra clearing stick or t shirt, neither :p

May we all be able to step into our spiritual power. Especially now the entire UK will change considerable, we need to be strong within to withstand everything that is to transpire. And to create a different reality from that the collective is putting focus on.

Your soul is the most important thing, it is YOU.

Do not treat it lightly and follow someone else promising salvation.

Question EVERYONE and EVERYTHING multiple times, as people shift like the sands in Ibiza. Ethical and authentic one day, and gone off the rails the next.

We've all done it in varying capacities as humans, so why would any human be any different? Power is power, very attractive.

Even I admit it.... there is a real temptation in acquiring high and profound levels of spiritual power. Maybe that is why I still have blocked my abilities. Not wishing to even know what they are, yet alone activate them. I am aware of the chaos that ensues, and we are observing it today.

Instead of peace, we find and create chaos. For kicks.

And then the disciples get distracted from their individual spiritual path and become dependent. Or wax poetic about someone and a system they ought to be critiquing and questioning.

We all can do all of it by ourselves. That will always be a truth. If the person has found their path and way to connect, then you definitely can as well. it will be uniquely yours, but you have to put in some effort.

And if you're in the wrong room, thank God that you are now aware of it and not blaming yourself for any inadequacies, but that perhaps it's the room that's a bit askew now.

Also, I realised that I don't need to connect with guides and angels. I've been doing it all wrong (for me). Connection was always, always DIRECTY to God. No middle persons or entities allowed.
See, I always knew that and yet I forgot it along the meandering path to nowhere.

https://thetahealingfraud.wordpress.com/npd-narcissistic-personality-disorder/

- Sukaina Juma, 26/06/2016

Thursday, 23 June 2016

A Cosmic Love Letter

I had to listen to this twice to actually comprehend that someone who is teaching spiritual truths actually went so far to tell us how much we are loved and deserve to be here.

With such authority.

Of course, I'm feeling a lot better than I have for a month or so. So it sinks in much deeper.




My skin is vibrating, my heart is feeling relief. My soul feels immense relief.

I will allow you to just take this in and absorb it. My words are failing me currently.

Wednesday, 22 June 2016

We begin again...

When everything leaves
when everyone leaves:

is it then you realise the energy
you invested in another
was better invested in yourself?

And you drag yourself up
to make another cup of tea
that you will forget yet again on the counter
and drink in the lukewarm contents
hours after you first brewed it

Whilst your soul brothers and sisters
Let go of all worldly pleasures for the day
To focus upon their Lord

And yet your adrenals won't allow you this.

The major solstice has passed me by yet another year.

The body was a wreck
The friends left, one by one

And I am here,
With my thoughts

It is best
To pull myself out of these thoughts
And act

Any energy invested back in me
Is energy invested back in me

When this soul learns that no one really needs her
Yet she still must help without any signature
And perfecting the fine art of balance
Of being there for herself
And being kind to another

She will have learned yet another thing

Only for someone who is wiser than her
To smash that reality

bringing her back
to her original state

of utter mess

and

c
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   n
     f
       u
          s
              i
                 o
                       n



Let go of the self importance
Come back to yourself

There is no delineation
Between the truth and the fiction
All this while you sought in others

And all this while the others were as confused,
and as grasping and as disingenuous as you yourself

The pain is real and needed
The missed opportunities allow you the acceptance of youself
That no other will ever give you

But do not harden your heart again, little one.
Open it up more

And then God will speak t you through it somehow.

There are too many words flying around the earth these days

We command silence for fifteen days, to reset your balance
To cleans all the old unfinished business

You are correct.

you weren't sent here to agonise about the demarcations between
a twin flame,
a twin soul,
a soul mate....

not to go through clearing after clearing of the same man
whose brown eyes sear into your soul

Do you barter your worth for all of this
fluff?

You gave yourself away,
prostituted your soul
to father, mother
sister, brother,
lover,
the animals,
the politicians,
whose words and rhetoric grate
against your ears

You also gave it all away to your
gurus

And that was the deepest of pains,
The most knowledgeable of all learnings
 Is to realise the truth of Ali
when he said that to feel both superior
and inferior is harmful for the soul.

When one feels inferior,
they cannot create.
People use them,
the ones who see their value.
And you also ended up using others
as you have in other
existences.

And all of it collapses upon itself.

We begin again.

Yes.

- Sukaina Juma
22/06//2016

Tuesday, 26 January 2016

ripping her to shreds

I really wanted to write something.

But I am also extremely tired. So perhaps tomorrow.

He ripped me to shreds yesterday. Either Mercury went direct and that's why, or Mercury was still in retrograde and that's why.

He's stuck and doesn't want to grow as a soul and that's why communication between us has always been stalled, stilted, hard. Just like with the other boy.

I'm so done with this. Half the stuff he told me, he does himself and doesn't realise it. What's so agonising is the fact that we're stuck in this stupid canteen talking when there are always other people about. Privacy goes out the window.

What a shambles. I'm not inclined to write a poem about him. I finally gave him his birthday present because I was on a high with the frequencies.

I just found (when you need it) a solfeggio frequency for connection and relating so I'm listening to that one. For myself.

Yesterday felt like I had such a sucky interaction with him. You can't get past the masculine bravado and I had tried in the beginning and he was holding me hostage to that version of myself. I mean, once again, as much as I try to be 100% myself, there is an energetic restriction coming from this relationship. As much as we can have similar tastes in things, and a similar view, it's just.... bs.

And it's taken me so long to feel all the pain of this.

Back in April 2015 when i went for my first crystal healing with Sacha, she had mentioned a murky green energy around my crown as a soulmate energy. Green usually means healing, and in the end it is good, but it's also murky. And I knew it was him.

Harshness. An invisible wall.

He's the same soulmate energy, but if Immy was the first version, Nav is the 2.0 version. I can't get through. I'm not meant to get through. And I'm "too much" for him only because his behaviour and energy kicks me off. Triggers me off. I said as much on Monday, and he immediately said: so I'm a pistol then. Fuck. Always distracting from serious and intensity. I hate that. Sometimes a person can be too witty and just not grow up. Over confident. Know it all. And not let me be who I am.

To be honest, until I fell out of love with him last night, I was probably still that person. The person who wanted to merge and be with him.

You can't reverse being loving, especially when you don't want to.

There has been a montage of all my life events flashing in front of my eyes.

He will never see that. He will never have the experience of seeing me at my worst.

So to criticise me for my introverted behaviour is just wrong. To not seek to understand and to pretend you're giving constructive feedback is wrong. This is one thing I really dislike about him.

Thank you, Allah. I have been praying for the last three weeks for You to make me fall out of love with him.

Yesterday's so-called conversation killed it for me.

He did say that I am a unique person and he's never met anyone like me. That's a first. And that it was a compliment.

All my mind said was: huh, well, you haven't been meeting the right people then, have you?

Repeated scenarios of a man whom I love with my big heart and him not listening, not understanding, energy closed. I showed him my soul plan that day because I was buzzing with energy and wanted to share that part of my beliefs with him and all he said: well, to me, all this looks like voodoo mumbo jumbo.

And I finally said to God: enough with the false flags and enough with the false falling in love with people I'm not really in love with or meant to be with.

So many crap relationships: Immy, Ay, the customer guy, Nav... and the Somali colleague who keeps ignoring me, and giving me the creeps when he stares at me intently, and the Bangladeshi guy who's 18. I make him nervous. Poor thing. They try to impress me by being "cool", which ends up them being in an inexplicable dysfunctional male mode - which is such a turn off for someone like me.

On Monday, I really SAW how unbelievably harsh he can be when he's in his ego. Just like I can be, and I became so because he ignited this anger inside of me. Because he kept all of this secret for 16 months instead of telling me right at the time of my "crime" that "hey, you're asking me too many questions, please don't."

He isn't shy. He doesn't have qualms of speaking up for himself or disagreeing.

I told him, "you didn't tell me because it wasn't important enough to you to give me feedback to as a friend."

That's what has pissed me off. Why can't you just tell me? Do I come across as that unreasonable?

Just like how my father is. Split. Generous and kind on the one hand, then flips. Keeps it all inside. Why? Then vomits it all out in one go, without any compassion at all.

And then when I do it, since he seems to be able to take it, he says I don't beat around the bush. That I'm very to the point.

As if that's a bad thing. Like, how much time does he think we have to faff around, to waffle around? Scorpio and Aries are both direct.

Part of me was like: what, so you want me to be duplicitous like you, Mr Gemini? Or take ages to make a point? We all have different talents, yet for some reason this didn't seem to be understood by him. I can't fault him, like my ego would like to.

In 2010, ripped Immy to pieces and then God not only took him away from me, but God took away my sanity so many times to make sure I never repeat that mistake with any of his creatures again.

I still do, but it is repressed. My judgements are still there, and they attack my sanity.

With Nav, it's just not worth the pain and energy. He's just another guy.  Because Immy was the first, it pained me a hundred times more. We also have a very intense and stubborn karmic lock.

The difference this time is that, alhamdulillah, Nav is just another extremely stubborn guy with only half of the awareness he would need to be in a real relationship with me. Not that he wants to be with me. He has NEVER felt like that. EVER.

And, ha ha, that's kind of important in any relationship. The other soul actually has to be willing to engage.

Nav is just the second guy I actually could speak to on my level, then I found myself dragging myself down again. The environment of the supermarket is such a seductress. I dumbed myself so much and to extricate myself from this mess is taking long. Just because my ego is greedy for the annual bonus that we will get inshallah on 26th February.

Whoever said that Gemini and Aries suns would get along was a liar. And that he has a Moon in Scorpio is funny. He can't see it. And I like a fool tried to teach him. Fool again.

Not just with him, with J, Faiz, Ay... all of them.

I think now the fairytales are being ripped apart, I know that this is real life. Most of them don't care, and most of them will never activate their soul plan in the way mine was. They will do it organically, just by being human. God has given each of them a lot more energy than I currently have.

That's what happens when you're recovering from another bout of depression. You lose contact with the real world. And make an utter fool of yourself. Because of my fascination with the occult and energy and higher realms, I lose my sight of the man standing in front of me. I see his soul, not how he currently sees himself.

Shimmering souls. But then, my viewpoint changes and, all of a sudden, I no longer see them as souls. And I see their human selves and judge.

This really needs to be balanced out now. I'm a grown up soul now. Please, Allah. Please.

Give me someone who doesn't need to give a running commentary about every single happening, whose eyes stay locked into mine when we are speaking, instead of flitting about to someone else just because he is a Gemini. So annoying.

And then not having the guts to continue a conversation, to be kind and hold the space for my anger and frustration and grief... I still didn't tell him how much I've cried, because he won't allow me that freedom and that truth.

So he deflects to another colleague spends 15 minutes chatting about stupid football and then walks off without saying goodbye. That is rude and it is not cricket.

Not for me.

He was hurt that I said it feels he is always making fun of me. He wanted to clear up the miscommunication, but then lacked the courage and it was too intense for him. Fair enough. I like pain, I guess. After he left, I wrote a bit and waited until I could feel the hurt and pain beneath the anger and then I cried for 15 minutes. I'd have cried more, but the awakening processing was so strong I am still quite dehydrated.

I know I deserve a real relationship. Or no more false flags - whereby my imagination doesn't create romance when it's just an intense learning process with a masculine energy. At least I am learning not to take it personally. It's just being humans with one another. And one of us remembering finally, and the other still in amnesia. Well, more in the dark than I am.

I guess this is why I had to wait for so long before telling him I loved him. Because I would not have been strong enough to handle his shit earlier; You saw how I was with going to Turkey and going to Egypt. I was still so fragile and I needed love and affection from him.

I actually needed it.

And now, I know better than to flirt with men find I love and am attracted to. Or rather, there must be someone who won't mind, and will actually get turned on by my flirting method. And who won't make me feel very unsafe and nauseated like men make me feel.

I had written "all for the greater good of learning to keep your mouth shut."

But that's not the point. I will choose differently, make a different decision.

I know who I am. I am the me I want myself to be. Those versions of J Lo, of Christian Aguilera, the versions of women being real women. Empowered and also feminine and also masculine.

The author, the one who writes truth in a wry, witty way. The one who also speaks with authenticity and courage. The one who does Latin dance and anything she bloody wants to. The one who earns money and travels and loves fiercely and is given room to be herself. Free to be proudly bisexual and a sexual being, even if she's all theory and still no action quite as yet.

And if Nav can't handle it, I will divert my truth to myself. And to those who are conscious. He's on the brink of consciousness, he's actually more like U now I think of it. And I was ten times more a moron and shy and weird with U. God knows how he put up with me. But then that was fake, too.

And I've just realised if my Moon in Scorpio and Scorpio ascendant has such a Marmite effect on people and attracts men like bees, then Nav also has that same magnetic charisma...  his Moon is in Scorpio too. So I couldn't help it, in that sense it's not personal. I'm not the first victim. That's why he gets fed up with me. And also why I couldn't help myself.

Enough of this bs.

Energetic prisons. All my relationships with men fell like energetic prisons.

All stemming back to my relationship with nana, my dad and my mother.

He hated all the questions I had asked him in the beginning. He actually didn't like the forthright way I flirted with him. I had said, you can't help yourself. I couldn't. It was same with Immy. I couldn't help it. It was automatic. When I want something, I want something and why would I hide my love and desires? Makes no sense.

I told him, look, there was a good reason behind my asking the questions. And trust me, I won't be asking any more questions.

And I won't. We only have a month left with each other. Only see each other once or twice a week. Always start with fakeness, hello, how are you? Or Miss Juma.... he tries so hard to be suave and intelligent, the git. Can't see his own rawness, and his own rough edges... the Scorpio parts, and then when I'm encouraging him to be more real just with my own behaviour, he can't take his own shadow. Well, tough shit.

We were never compatible. God just likes me to be furiously in love and attracted to men I can never be with. Never able to be with them, distant. Karma.

Whether or not the vision I had about WW2 was accurate or not, I must have just been so cruel. To feel this pain in my heart, and to continue to shed these tears and be this frustrated.

It hurt my heart. Physical burning that only stopped when I distracted myself with Zumba earlier today.

Don't fool yourself any longer, Sukaynah.

You'll be leaving in a month and have nothing to show for it.

Well, not nothing. A generic souvenir from Dubai which you'll probably keep until you get annoyed because it's such a generic crappy gift and give it away.

The thing about life is that it really is as stupid as it sounds sometimes.

I got nothing except a few memories and some suffering and hurt. Took me 16 months to tell him because I was scared and the circumstances dictated there was nothing I could do. So I just got frustrated, and I over ate and got depressed and stressed. Giving him puppy dog eyes every time I saw him and him giving me his manic smile, the smile he gives everyone.

And he really could care less as a man.

It's really saddening for my heart, especially when he called me overemotional.

It was Immy all over again.

I don't like it and I deserve someone who can allow me to see him and him to see me.

For some reason, after Zumba today, I became flirty with a much older guy working at Hammersmith on the TfL. I was relaxed and felt more safe inside of myself.

I ask for my childlike innocence back, and the confidence I had. Please. It's mine after all.

At least, one thing I will grant is that he had been ignoring me all those times because my mood was off and so he didn't want to talk to me out of fear of what I'd say.

I acknowledge that people can get scared of me. Especially since they don't understand my love for them would change my behaviour. There is so much affection for him in my heart, yet he blocks it and just can't FEEL it. It's funny. And it's how I've been most of my life.

Behaviour and moods are not static, especially for a light worker. But he won't get that. Perhaps never.

Thank you, father energy.

Fucking hate it.

Makes you doubt the femininity in you as something valid. When in that environment, my me-ness goes out. The divinity, or my truth is diluted, and I believe in his reality.

Pakistani male programming and too much intellect and not enough gut or heart.

We delude ourselves, then we ask to be woken up.

And we lose the people we love the most. Again.

I've booked a counselling session at the Wimbledon Guild because I recognise the familiar signs of going under. I'm not saying I am weak, I'm saying I fall hard and I don't want to be contemplating walking in front of a car on a road like I did three weeks ago.

S had made a joke on the last day of the soul spa when I was trying so hard to become a psychic.

A couldn't read the energy of my small book and it was partly my fault because I was being smart and gave a book I'd hardly used instead of something with more of my energy on it. Scorpio, lol. Not playing the game or making things easier for the poor person.

So took him ages to figure it was me.

And she made a joke: if you can figure out her complicated energy, you're good. You'll now be able to figure anyone else out.

It's just that my 12th house also has Scorpio in it.

Even I can't figure myself out.

So stop trying. I stopped ages ago.

I will go feed some Syrian babies now, or help some kids on ChildLine. Or actually look for a job in London. Or Bristol or Bath or Bournemouth. Or Southampton.

And take a long bubble bath with salt. Body still is smashed after the Awakening on Saturday.

Can't be bothered with this shit any longer.

I had told him "there's so much stuff I have experienced, I can't even explain it."

He asked, "is it all that you've told me that I know or something else?"

So I said, "Some is what I've told you and some is what I haven't. I can't even tell you half the stuff I know, because you wouldn't understand, you're not ready for that information."

It's like something happens, you change your world view and are like, wow, I never imagined that was possible, and it is.

You know you can't really be intimate with someone you can't share your world with. Who doesn't really care either way.

And who will never want to share his world with you.

Next!

*** Edited on Wednesday morning so its much more coherent ***

Wednesday, 21 October 2015

For Further lnstruction






Mevlana museum, Konya
It has just occurred to me that I've been in the midst of the storm.

Four and a half years ago, my teacher had told me he saw in me in his vision as he healer me, in the Blue Mosque in Istanbul.

It never even occurred to me whilst dashing off to Konya. I simply forgot. And something beyond me - whether it was simply fears, patterns, destiny - all made me stay put in Karatay, Konya the entire time.

Perhaps I received a transmission of pure love energy each day without perhaps realising because I was trying too hard to be pure and pious.

Trying hard for inner peace, for clarity, to become grown up, to be the intrepid explorer but instead my heart melted when seeing the peaceful dogs and the decidedly fat sparrows on the pavement.

My heart wanted to speak to the people and say tessekur ederim (is that even correct?!) all the time.

The Blue Mosque never occurred to me until earlier today. Then I felt a sense of "Oh, crap! I missed it."

But did I? I know parts of my essence were in Konya and are now rightfully returned.

There will be lots said about people, but what I experienced was a feeling of belonging and value that I perhaps haven't felt elsewhere. Not even in Kampala.

People saw me. And when they didn't, they saw at least the physical part of me. And when they didn't... I was alright with it on the inside. One makes the silly mistakes by trying too hard or feeling too tired.
Or being too blind...

I prayed a lot. I prayed my salaat every noon-time, with mevlana and his students buried before me. Then I realized had I the light within, I could have expanded even more.

Some things are binding and have to be lived through. The disappointment with self is to be matched with the kindness from Self.

Letting things come. We forgot that.

The heart gets mangled and armoured in this confused city I live in. I spent fifteen years of my life visualizing and wanting so desperately to be here. And I finally have realised that this was a foolish child's dream. It was a karmic lock, I ihad to meet certain souls and they would not have travelled to me.
So I had to travel to them.

It isn't London I desire, it is peace, freedom, harmony, functionality.... Abundance in all forms.

I've come back and the solitude doesn't feel so oppressive because the important bits of me are back.

Pain loses its edge.

I found teachers on my path and a desire to really have forward progression. The earthly teachers, of course, have their role in my life. I also deserve celestial assistance in very real forms now.

I prostrated and asked Thee for succor. I've begged for remembering and for forgetting.

Whatever the celestial alignments are, I don't seem to care. We're in Scorpio now, the bane of my life.

Just return to me. It serves neither of Us for me to be under veils or to have such binding beliefs that somehow I missed out on that part of creation that is in unity with Thee.

Perhaps because it used to take years for me to manifest.

Perhaps it is because of the frequency and vastness of loss.

I've been seeking embellishments upon embellishments in a world that encourages it.

In essence, 
simplicity is my core.

I relinquish all yearning and seeking and duty at Thy feet.

If something eludes me... 
I didn't learn the simple truth.

I gave my power away again and that's not helpful.

I allow myself the life I didn't up until now.

It's not even as though it's impossible.

Allow the truth to flow and feminine grace.

Trying too hard with dates and times and alignments and moons
Perhaps diminishes from the majesty of the fact that
I am whole even when I receive zero validation.

Integration of scattered parts is needed 
as I don't feel inclined to heal others at this time.

I relinquish the need for words. 
My instruction will be in full silence 
and all of time is heavenly.

When I saw Najaf written on the departures screen in Istanbul, my heart bled. 
But I reassured it when the time is right 
and when I'm strong enough to be around conflict, 
I will travel there
for further instruction.

Sukaina Juma
21.10.15

Monday, 27 July 2015

Green Canvass Shoes

Green Canvass Shoes

Waxing moon
Yet I am losing and letting go
May this fragile ego accept how
Everyone who was dear to this heart
Has gone
Traversed the Red Sea
I am drowning in

For five years I have been eating my grief and anger.
His name still fills me with unknown terror
My heart still shakes in the abyss

Her name fills me with rage
Lump in my throat equals
Cords in my stomach

Lies. You ought to have known the lies
By the looks in their eyes

Maybe being purer than most
Means being stupider than most

Illusions of movement and progress
Only to be contrasted by
A dark silent room
Single lit candle
Silently doing the Bands of Power
And hoping it works this time

Because my legs feel like jelly
I felt attacked being outside around people
And another life has ended.

He looked forlorn last week.
Mostly it would be my imagination.
But at least he inspires me for my short story.

Maybe it's him I wrote about five years ago.

He looked like he really wanted to speak.
I wasn't inviting that day.

I have my own insecurities, you know?
It pisses me off I am still so scared and shy
I won't smile
I won't ever say hello
But feel the heartbeat go irregular without any just cause
Save your presence
In your savvy suit and green canvas shoes

(I can't wear canvass shoes any longer
Due to a protruding bone in both of my feet
Yet another paternal gift)

I was having another sucky day.

The married guy was back and I had to pretend I hadn't noticed
he'd been away for a month creating babies.
Correction: hiding the fact he was creating a baby then disappearing when she was due.
Liar.
All Geminis tend to manipulate and hide. All of them.

So I wasn't entertaining lame silent gazes.

I wear a lime green uniform and am contortioned
into a role that is sucking away all my vitality.

I feel ashamed. You can be intelligent as heck, a healer,
educated and mess up so badly,
every day is a struggle to speak and to be your true self.

You're probably another harsh lesson who will leave me
after I've given my essence to you.

So why entertain someone who ignores me?

So he looked on forlornly.

Rumour has it he's engaged to be married.
I sure have ridiculously horrendous timing.

Instead of getting soul retrievals,
it feels more of me is dying
and being siphoned away.

Just like me, doing the opposite!

As a light, we seem to always have to clear, heal, protect...
What a life. What happened to being?

To all of them I hold grudges against,
thank you for helping me.
I don't know how... But the energy shifts.

I don't like it when boys look sad and forlorn, by the way.
It makes me want to scrunch up their hair
and tickle them to cheer them up and make them smile.

I do have kindness.
I'm just still messed up like all of us.
Perfect aura is an illusion
I now admit to having.

I'm having a serious chat in the higher levels.
Enough of the bs.
Thank you.

Sukaina Juma
- 27.07/2015

Friday, 25 July 2014

Remembrance

Sukaina Juma
25 July 2014 · 
 
Surely there are people who have chosen REMEMBRANCE instead of this world, so that neither buying nor selling diverts them from it.

~ Imam Ali (a.s.)

What is really cool is that remembrance is more multifaceted than we have been led to believe. So, once you open up your heart and energy to something even more profound, expansive than you've allowed yourself to experience, you pop open an entirely different universe. Every time you remember who you truly are as a multidimensional, powerful soul, the more you awaken the inner prophet and recognise yet another facet of your Lord. 

Rejection and approval both mean nothing, because you have accepted yourself wholeheartedly. You like yourself and you love yourself infinitely. You are your own guru.

Let's keep remembering and reminding each other of who we all truly are and why we are here. Diversions are many, but the pure, shining, beautiful ones are those who keep reminding each other (Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Rabba Sacheya).

Just felt like sharing that :)
Much love xx

Friday, 11 July 2014

For Mere Trinkets

We're still in a "stuff is going on behind the scenes" period so don't freak out that everything isn't clicking together quite yet - there is a lot happening that we all can't see and it's all for our benefit. Want it all to show up faster? Spend time now enjoying yourself! That speeds up the "good" coming in!




*****


This sleeplessness is a sickness... which turns into sleepiness and the soul continues to trail behind everyone else.


I just began to listen to Coke Studio Season 6. Oh, if my life was different, I could at least be a backing singer for Atif's Channa. My God, chaa gaye again.


http://youtu.be/Se3YjfBCVbQ


Well, at least my prayer to find new music to stir my soul into action has been answered. Thank You, Allah. Seriously. You know how music is an integral part of my life.


Atif Aslam also got married last year and recently had a son. This is all news to me. After all, I've been under a rock for thirty odd years. It saddens me that my life distances me from all of this. I had prayed so hard to somehow meet him when I was in Pakistan. Now I understand how could I, he was busy becoming a father. I've lost out on so many things, all in order to gain a soul and a heart that is filled with the love for Allah. Once that happens, then all this celebrity and fame,  I won't really care.


But until then, my ego cares. I saw what I did to myself in Pakistan.


We don't really love them, we love the shadows they portray us. If we were channelling fully and training in the arts and expressing our inner essence in totality, they would not feel somehow above us, or somehow better than us. They would honour our light just as much as we honour theirs. We would hear the cheering wherever we walked, rather than dote over someone else who found their own unique channel.


The decent, humble teachers constantly remind themselves that it's a group effort, and that they are nothing in their identity. That it only for the grace of God that they are who they are.


The arrogant ones, like myself, are then forced to fall.


The light dims from my eyes,
the rust congeals upon my heart,
my soul is in agony,
and the simplest of things...
are difficult to create, to bring into existence.


All of this is done with Love.
Your heart is so precious to me,
I cannot let you regress or retard...


I doubt this Allah.


I have perpetuated a cycle of self abuse, violence, deprivation, stagnation, blindness and ignorance.


Not only am I disconnected from the purity and the life that is the true core of Islam, I am disconnected from myself and from the outer world.


It is a full moon and I am least bothered about going outside to meditate.


I am encaged, whereas others travel without a royal butt kicking, take the healing courses they need to take - such as ENLP and Sidra's course and Divine healing and Soul Plan Reading and


My heart really wants to go into music and singing, learning the piano or violin - is it too late, not really. But all I find myself are in strings and chains.


For the most part, all of my dreams seem to be just dreams...


The full moon is in 12 or so hours and I'm meant to be doing releasing and allowing. That's what we do, consciously. I just can't see, to want to do anything, just so tired and cannot concentrate. Maybe that is the releasing.




******


An hour later.


Wow, I was listening to Paimanah Bideh by Zeb and Haniya, and wanted to post on Facebook to honour my shedding of the last remnants for the full moon. Suddenly have a craving to be seen. Very full moon like behaviour :p


Then this flowed through.


WOW.






In honour of the full moon in Capricorn (tomorrow, 1pm - ish BST), which is about healing and honouring the divine feminine. I love how I've been doing it without realising I was doing it, hahaha.

I honour my inner divine goddess and the inner romantic urges... I allow my emotions to wax like the ocean's tides, I heal those parts that are still festering, and I melt those frozen parts of my heart. I clear all contracts, pacts, karma, beliefs that keep me and anyone else stuck and unable to move and progress and expand. I unleash my creativity and my gifts and talents, for music, for dance, for expression. I remain silent and allowing, and nurture those aspects which need it.


Innocently enough, it began.

A gentle hum
of sweet innocent kinship
 
My light shimmers in your eyes,
because I reflect your brilliance in my smile.

You fear I will devour you entirely,
and I fear that I shall lose myself and
succumb to your charms.

We both say we love God,
yet we both know our lips betray our true intent.

We lie.

We feel ashamed at our weakness,
that we have made each other our god,
and the cravings increase with each nuance, each sigh,
each healing glance,
each murmur in the throat,
each careful caress of the pliant hand.

This tenderness will be my death.
I try to run away from it,
leaving my sandals at the tombs of the saints
resting upon the bloodied, purified sands.

I cannot hide,
the people on the streets can smell
the scent of my devotion a mile away.

The smoke of ardour is hardly ever hidden well.

"There goes the crazy one,
She has lost her senses.
She glides upon the earth,
we cannot see her footprints anywhere.

She stands in the sun,
yet casts no shadow upon the earth.

The junoon has her fermenting all over.

This young, shy, naive grape
is fermenting.

She is becoming wine,
a deep ruby red,
in just a fleeting instant of being
crushed under Love’s feet.

She has now become intoxicated
with her own image of beauty,
charm, tenderness, endless peace and tranquillity.

Let us go near and drink of her nectar.
Let us become immortal within her lilac flame.
Let us become divine just by gazing upon her
as she gazes at the stars in the dark, still nights.”

When you run too far from the beloved,
the beloved becomes tired of chasing after you.
It is easier to love someone who
knows how to receive it.

The mirrors all shatter,
and distort the truth for even more lies.

And, years after a continuous falling back asleep and being
shaken awake, until the veins bleed,
the chosen woman finally understands
that the divine is a benevolent, yet jealous benefactor.

Anything that takes her away from Him
is seized without warning,
leaving a trail of regret, harsh words,
unforgiveness,
and unfulfilled vows.

She prostrates upon the dust.

She becomes dust,
crushed under the weight
of aeons of solitude and confusion
until, finally, she looks up and
instead of crying tears of blood

her vision has been cleared with saltwater
and everywhere,
she can see the One who needs no one but Himself to sustain the All.

The forms change, their essence remains.

Slowly, slowly, her heart opens again
and the Beloved is her, her saviour is within her -
and they are magnetically drawn to her once again.

Yet, this time, it matters not what they do.
The repeated patterns are evident, amusing,
both those of hers and those of the Other.

As long as she reminds herself to remain true
to herself and her Lord,
she will remain safe from further humiliation.

She may have to pinch herself every day
to remind herself.

Yet, her battered feet have travelled upon shards of rock,
her skin has been ravaged by the desert winds
far too long
for her to now forget Who She Is
and revert to her former state.

Her gift to them is the knack to love with a sincere
o  p  e  n  n  e  s  s
that is also her very protection

To be loved sincerely and truly in return,
with them seeing her as her truth.

This is God’s grace.
To demonstrate the profound good opinion God has of you,
to reflect His deep, soft, undulating
sweetness,
so that your curled bud may
unfurl into its full glory.

“We have written it all in a Manifest book”.

Yet, she is the Book, the writer and the reader.
As is each of us.

A mirror has mirrors too.

When everyone remembers
they are their unique version of the light,
and each of very high value,
how can any sense of inferiority or superiority exist?

Open your palms to receive your own light through this vessel.
Let the words scrawled upon the page refresh your eyes,
so you may see....

And although she grieved,
those she lost came back to her in different forms.
All the more dear.
For their worth has been realised, as has her own worth.

And, this time, We remind ourselves
We do not gamble or trade the love of our Beloved,
for mere trinkets any longer: a glass of wine,
a life of companionship and mercy,
many a whispered word of tenderness,
respectability,
conformity,
functionality...

Be the state you wish to feel.

Be Love, then you will experience it.

Be Peace, then you will exude it,
causing their eyes to water at the sweetness
of willow,
of honeysuckle.

Be the healer,
the vessel, the channel:
then you will understand
your true worth.

~ Sukaynah Juma, 11 July 2014


WOW.

Thursday, 26 June 2014

The Wrist

THE WRIST


Who are you? The inner vision of consciousness?
The heart? A sacred half-light, are you that?


Do you grow gatherings? Are you a friend
of the sun, who comes and goes so quickly?


Do not forget your vertical passage,
the night of power,
and don't hide from the one
for whom all our secrets are down in the pillow under
his head, doctor of lovers, soul
for this thick world,
the one who spirals iron
like dough and makes the body lightedness.


No belief is necessary to enter this tent
where one love story changes to another.


I remember that with these words brought here
by a falcon from the wrist of Shams,


~~~~~~~~~


If the beloved is everywhere,
the lover is a veil,


but when living itself
becomes the Friend,
lovers disappear.
 ~ Rumi


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And therein, lies the real quest of my soul.


REMEMBER. REMEMBER. REMEMBER.


You are meant to be in society, but you do not have to be like any one of them.


That is NOT your role, so remind yourself once more.  Quit falling back to sleep.


And ask for where to go from here, because you are running conflicting desires.


Either desire to shift  entirely and be down with it, or desire to fulfil your tasks here and learn the lessons that they annoyingly tell you you aren't learning.





If the beloved is everywhere,
the lover is a veil,



but when living itself
becomes the Friend,
lovers disappear.

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