This entry is part 7 of 7 in the series Whispers from the Deep Forest - Words of comfort for the suffering soul 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 move. Constriction all around you and a blinding sense of pain within your...

This entry is part 6 of 7 in the series Whispers from the Deep Forest - Words of comfort for the suffering soul 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 where it could be held and contained. It’s as if I cannot find anymore of it now, beause I had my fill. Being loved unconditionally, it breaks your circuits, it rewires your heart into a state of receiving unlike anything else we encounter. It truly is the happily ever after. But: what happens in that time … the after?  No, love is all that is on my mind anymore. It fills all the wrinkled and recesses of my mind and all the tender spots I dare not show this world.  I keep looking for it. I keep feeling for it in the darkness of my own mind.  And yet, there is no love in this world for me.  I have lost it. I have lost all of it. Every single thread of light that tied...

This entry is part 5 of 7 in the series Whispers from the Deep Forest - Words of comfort for the suffering soul 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...

This entry is part 4 of 7 in the series Whispers from the Deep Forest - Words of comfort for the suffering soul 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 appear where you wish to set it down?  Trust that if you do not have knowing, there is no need for you to find knowing?  Believe that you are forever loved by so many. Present and past, living and dying, by the future ones who will never know you? And the ones that lit a candle for your future?  Can you?  Or is it beyond you to believe that you can hold so much love. That you can be a target for this love. Pursued by their love and presence? In a chase for presence and being? For existence?  Can you believe that being alive is enough?  There was a time when you walked with purpose and with essence in your heart. You have lost the knowledge of your older lives, have lost the way...

This entry is part 3 of 7 in the series Whispers from the Deep Forest - Words of comfort for the suffering soul 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...

This entry is part 2 of 7 in the series Whispers from the Deep Forest - Words of comfort for the suffering soul Wounded Heart Whatever wound brings you here,  Whatever hurt is still resonant in your bones and in your heart,  Whatever the world has done to you,  And whatever the thing is that oyu are holding so dear While hurt pushes you to let it all go, You cannot let go.  You will not put it down.  Nor will you open your hands… … To receive. Replace hurt with love And hold your heart in your highest possible place.  You have come home. The way she speaks bring nostalgia in the folds of her voice and wave after wave you are pushed backwards until you find you cannot go back anymore.  A tree trunk that was not there before thumps into your back. Firm enough to snap you to attention. But soft enough to not hurt you.  The confusion in your features draw a smile onto her face. It is full of understanding and like a mother holding the ravages of doubt of a child, her smile reassures you.  There is no danger here. Only truth and you are finally ready to hear.  Whatever is meant as an explanation lands with even more confusion.  That’s alright. You will understand… in time. Once you’ve seen. In the end. Lean back.  With your back still against the huge tree, you lean back and allow your weight to be supported by the presence of whatever dryad is here to witness your very human doubts and misgivings. “Hm.” This time...