Letting Go

Trouble with the bad stuff in your past is that it continues to haunt you. Unless you can find a way to let it go. Like slamming the door… turning off the light switch… burning it up. That kind of thing.

It’s truly terrible to think that something the Universe guided you through, for whatever reason, your now presence wishes or needs to forget it or release it.

Visualization is a good one. I remember someone telling me to picture the person who caused the broken heart as being in some capsule and you’re in a plane and the belly opens and out they go. You watch them float away. Ha ha.

Went with a friend the other day who’d chosen to write names on a horseshoe for the people that had hurt him. He then let them go by throwing it in the ocean off a pier. I thought that was brilliant.

We’d bought some sage as well to burn. Good for clearing.

I’ve heard some people make treasure boxes and them set them free either in the ocean or through a burial.

Personally I visited a healer who put me through an intense meditation. Tears roped my face. Unbelievable sobbing. I’d brought two pictures which I left. She told me when it was appropriate she’d destroy them. It wasn’t long after I saw the bird fly away. It was an epiphany of sorts. I was set free. My heart cleared. The embrace of the relationship severed forever.

In my mind it takes acceptance to face whatever it is that hurts, to shove it aside and let it go. Making way for the healing and lots of love.

I See Purple

To be brutally honest I’ve had my heart shattered twice.  Only time heals the wounded souls.  I know that now.

While in the throws of it, a healing hands master asked me to close my eyes and look up.

“What colour do you see she asked?”

All I saw was black. Of course. My entire life was dark. Like a black cloud hanging over me. I’d fallen into an abyss. Was there any hope of getting out?

If I knew then what I know now maybe it wouldn’t of taken so long. Forgiveness, forgiveness, forgiveness. Acceptance, acceptance, acceptance, acceptance. Love, love, love, love and more love. That’s all it took.

Our mind twists our hearts. Which really controls us? The heart or the mind?

I eventually make way for the cleansing of my soul. Meditating clarity. Freshness. Like clean air. Transparent water. A mirror of light flushes through me. I close my eyes again.

Now I see purple. 

Beyond Family

It bereaves me to understand certain situations in life where an individual can abandon their family members for their own self-indulgence. A shocking display of ego with total ignorance for compassion.
In absolute horror I relived my own disturbance in life. An out-of-balance with the weight heavy in the heart. The burden carried second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour – day by day in the head. No shaking it.
Supposedly time heals everything. Yet in these instances time rattles on like a poisonous snake reaching out for its prey.
Silence may be golden, yet the heart beats hard and the throat catches it while the drums ring on in the ears. Ever cried that hard? It hurts.
My pain and misery spread. Lapping the shores of life. Stealing joy and mitigating sorrow. When will it end?
Acceptance quells the numbness. But will it stitch up the wounds? I know what I can do. It’s all I can do. Be there for my family member. Listen. Talk. Be. Help may come to be beyond family if time doesn’t rekindle this broken heart.