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 me...

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...