Auteur/autrice : B'na

A wall forms in front of you and your toes are painfully reminded of their limited motion.  There is no sight. There is no light.  And yet, you feel the vastness of the limit stretching outfor millennia, rushing towards you.  Did your grandmother not sing of such places to you?  Are you lost about what to do next?  Are you not the next hero with a sword?  Are you not your own dragon?  Protective of your treasure, misguided in all your knowing? More voices strain behind you.  Whispering in a language you do not understand, but the tone…  The tone makes you want to run away.  And yet, you cannot …

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By now, you have both settled into a comfortable step side by side while you are walking deeper and deeper into the forest where bushes and wildlife gracefully steps out of your way to create a path that was not there before.  “You seem unsettled.” You huff. You’d do worse if you dared.  Love …?  No, love is truly not on my mind anymore.  I kept looking for it in all the imaginable places within myself. The love I have received in this life has nourrished me to be who I am today, and yet, it’s as if I have already completely emptied out all the places within in me …

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And so the darkness becomes solid.  When all the whispers have settled into your voice.  That leading of vibration, of being, into love and presence.  Go back there. Go back to this.  Step back into yourself and hear the darkness sign to you.  It was part of you once.  You were once protected here.  Forever present. 

You have forgotten your ancient lives.  You have lost sight of the path that was set out for you.  The path you are on right now. Right here. All you can see is the thicket, and yet… there is so much more. You have forgotten where your soul lies.  You have forgotten that you have a home.  All this work of remembering. It is tiresome. It is pulling energy from your most essential work of being.  Could you just trust in your bones before you have verified/checked that trust is rationally available?  Could you jump without knowing where to land?  Lift your foot and know that somehow a stone would …

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We begin in the darkness.  In between soft-spoken words of encouragementAnd warm movement wrapped up against my spirit.  We start where the ending was spent in restful silence.  There is a heart here, suspended and well-loved.  Full of truth and emptied from all of the beginnings.  Until the first thought forms somewhere on the edge of Becoming.  Barely there, but already formed.  From pure potential to current being. Molded from essence, loved into existence.