Beautiful Alicia. Thanks for sharing. Yes to rediscovering our innocence in the black womb of nothing and in the everything awe of creation. Going home to love. 🙏❤️
Thank you so much for sharing these vulnerable moments, Alicia. 🙏
That such dark incidents tend to happen in communities and religious groups who are supposedly 'closer to the light' than other mere mortals always comes as a surprise...
Why? Is it still the naive child in me that wants to believe the flawless facade of illusory perfection?
~ even though ugly involuntary outbursts are so common...
a natural repercussion, I guess, of shoving too many shadows under threadbare carpets...
Thank you for your love for my prayer poem and the appreciation of the vulnerability. It is, as you know a dance for how to be raw/vulnerable in an environment that we are building to be symbiotic but that has still some parasites. The last time I was on here I had to grow a tougher skin to save my own skin...but I am learning that safety is not worth it if I lock up my heart, and really in the end nothing is safer than the truth.
I love all you shared of your experience coming to terms with these things. "Why? Is it still the naive child in me that wants to believe the flawless facade of illusory perfection?" I think in my deepest hearts of hearts I know there is something perfect...not in a perfectionistic way...but still perfect. That innocence that lets us explore also lets us explore all the opposites. The mess is sacred, beautiful...but could we also create endlessly in beauty and delight with space and emptiness as our only backdrop? Must we require evil for contrast? It's been artistic, but I'm thinking it's outdated! I have experienced so much disillusionment in this world...my only hope is that with every shattered illusion there is equally a revelation of the divine, or what else must be an obstacle cleared for it to shine. I think the longing for the perfect is not just childish, though clinging to it for where we are now, yes perhaps an understandable little, but mostly I think we know we were originally created not to suffer but to thrive in peace, in unity consciousness while in human form, yet give free will and also interfered with along the way, Yet we remember....or almost do, this is what I feel, sense. <3
of course in such conversations we have to define our terms. What do we mean by 'perfect' etc.? When I wrote 'illusory perfection' I am referring to exactly that – the illusion of perfection, which is per definition untruth.
'In the end nothing is safer than the truth' you say. I couldn't agree more.
Illusion of perfection brushes the 'negative' aspects of human life under the carpet while pretending that everything is 'positive' (very popular in religious circles ~ with which I am intimately familiar, as you might have guessed). Fake positivity is not positive. It's fake = untruth.
I don't believe we 'require evil for contrast'. But in my experience, when the shit hits the fan, the most effective way to move through the storm and reach inner peace is by transforming the negative experience and finding the true gift hidden in the mess. (there is always a gift).
🍄 Because Amanita eating shamans bringing the light and reindeer eating the pee. I am too tired to be serious, but I love your comment through and through! <3
Beautiful Alicia. Thanks for sharing. Yes to rediscovering our innocence in the black womb of nothing and in the everything awe of creation. Going home to love. 🙏❤️
Thank you! 🐣 Let's hatch some innocence!!
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Thank you so much for sharing these vulnerable moments, Alicia. 🙏
That such dark incidents tend to happen in communities and religious groups who are supposedly 'closer to the light' than other mere mortals always comes as a surprise...
Why? Is it still the naive child in me that wants to believe the flawless facade of illusory perfection?
~ even though ugly involuntary outbursts are so common...
a natural repercussion, I guess, of shoving too many shadows under threadbare carpets...
I love your prayer-poem 💕
Thank you for your love for my prayer poem and the appreciation of the vulnerability. It is, as you know a dance for how to be raw/vulnerable in an environment that we are building to be symbiotic but that has still some parasites. The last time I was on here I had to grow a tougher skin to save my own skin...but I am learning that safety is not worth it if I lock up my heart, and really in the end nothing is safer than the truth.
I love all you shared of your experience coming to terms with these things. "Why? Is it still the naive child in me that wants to believe the flawless facade of illusory perfection?" I think in my deepest hearts of hearts I know there is something perfect...not in a perfectionistic way...but still perfect. That innocence that lets us explore also lets us explore all the opposites. The mess is sacred, beautiful...but could we also create endlessly in beauty and delight with space and emptiness as our only backdrop? Must we require evil for contrast? It's been artistic, but I'm thinking it's outdated! I have experienced so much disillusionment in this world...my only hope is that with every shattered illusion there is equally a revelation of the divine, or what else must be an obstacle cleared for it to shine. I think the longing for the perfect is not just childish, though clinging to it for where we are now, yes perhaps an understandable little, but mostly I think we know we were originally created not to suffer but to thrive in peace, in unity consciousness while in human form, yet give free will and also interfered with along the way, Yet we remember....or almost do, this is what I feel, sense. <3
of course in such conversations we have to define our terms. What do we mean by 'perfect' etc.? When I wrote 'illusory perfection' I am referring to exactly that – the illusion of perfection, which is per definition untruth.
'In the end nothing is safer than the truth' you say. I couldn't agree more.
Illusion of perfection brushes the 'negative' aspects of human life under the carpet while pretending that everything is 'positive' (very popular in religious circles ~ with which I am intimately familiar, as you might have guessed). Fake positivity is not positive. It's fake = untruth.
I don't believe we 'require evil for contrast'. But in my experience, when the shit hits the fan, the most effective way to move through the storm and reach inner peace is by transforming the negative experience and finding the true gift hidden in the mess. (there is always a gift).
🍄 Because Amanita eating shamans bringing the light and reindeer eating the pee. I am too tired to be serious, but I love your comment through and through! <3