Periods of Growth Can Be Confusing

“Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before.

Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.”

— Alice Walker

You Can't Choose to be in Love

 

Love chooses you... It happens, and that's it.  It doesn't matter if it's the right time or not. If he has a character opposite to yours... If he is twice your age, or half. If he lives on the other side of the world... If it's the best, or the worst, thing that could happen to you... It doesn't matter.

Love comes like that.  He doesn't ask your permission. He asks nothing. He chooses you.

Love is not just an attraction or a choice... It is not linked to beauty, intelligence, good qualities... Ohh no.

Love is a connection, a magical vibration, a mystical force, a unique current, a storm of emotions, a huge landslide.

Love is like life... It's everything we didn't choose.

Love is free and indomitable… You no longer master or control anything.  This is also how you recognize it...

It lives in you, haunts you, even when you try to chase it away... It is he who takes control of your heart and your thoughts.

And the best, and the wisest, is to surrender to it…

Because who are we to decide that Life was wrong when it presented it to us ?

~ by unknown

A Rare Star

She had to fight

To be herself 

In a world

That didn't understand her

She was unique

A spiritual warrior

With one foot in this world

And the other in the unseen

She was magic

And saw past the veil

She was an anomaly 

A rare star

Guiding souls

Towards truth

With a utterly profound feeling

Of being alone

Surrounded by other stars

Unaware of their shine

When You Love an Ancient Soul

There is a special kind of person in this world who is often misunderstood. These people tend to be the loners, the free spirits, the innocent lovers. They see the world for all they can – and should be – although the world rarely sees them.

They are the old souls, the dreamers, the people in tune with life, so intuitive of emotions that they frighten us. They frighten us not because of who they are, but because of who we are not, what we lack.

Ancient souls reach depths we cannot understand. They have a connection with God, with the Universe, with Nature, and that's why they are the people who will change the world.

We often feel inferior, as if we have to strive to stay remotely close to their level, to be worthy of their love.

It takes a confident person to love an old soul. But it's worth it. It will change your life.

They are romantic, they are loyal, they help us grow, they are not materialistic, they understand the deep connections in life, they are grateful, they are examples of bravery.

They walk the most painful roads of this life, and yet somehow they find the courage to smile, often selfless. Supporting others.

Loving an old soul and being loved by one is a gift from the Universe! 

~ Luiza Fletcher

Sheer Boredom

she sat unnoticed

in the corner of the room 

men and women

coming and going 

she was posed

unaffected by the uncomfortable silence

that entombed her

she felt invisible 

in a room full of strangers 

aware that their interactions 

were anything but genuine

so many souls mingle 

but few can sit quietly alone

and not be deeply disturbed

to the point

one would quit the room

not her

she'd leave

out of sheer boredom 

Extreme Independence is a Trust Issue

The inability to receive support from others is a trauma response.

Your “I don’t need anyone, I’ll just do it all myself” conditioning is a survival tactic. And you needed it to shield your heart from abuse, neglect, betrayal, and disappointment from those who could not or would not be there for you.

From the parent who was absent and abandoned you by choice or the parent who was never home from working three jobs to feed and house you.

From the lovers who offered sexual intimacy but never offered a safe haven that honored your heart.

From the friendships and family who always took more than they ever gave.

From all the situations when someone told you “we’re in this together” or “I got you” then abandoned you, leaving you to pick up the pieces when shit got real, leaving you to handle your part and their part, too.

From all the lies and all the betrayals.

You learned along the way that you just couldn’t really trust people. Or that you could trust people, but only up to a certain point.

Extreme-independence IS. A. TRUST. ISSUE.

You learnt: if I don’t put myself in a situation where I rely on someone, I won’t have to be disappointed when they don’t show up for me, or when they drop the ball... because they will always drop the ball eventually right?

You may even have been intentionally taught this protection strategy by generations of hurt ancestors who came before you. 

Extreme-independence is a preemptive strike against heartbreak.

So, you don’t trust anyone. And you don’t trust yourself, either, to choose people.

To trust is to hope, to trust is to be vulnerable.

“Never again,” you vow.

But no matter how you dress it up and display it proudly to make it seem like this level of independence is what you always wanted to be, in truth it’s your wounded, scarred, broken heart behind a protective brick wall. Impenetrable. Nothing gets in. No hurt gets in. But no love gets in either. Fortresses and armor are for those in battle, or who believe the battle is coming. It’s a trauma response.

The good news is trauma that is acknowledged is trauma that can be healed.

You are worthy of having support.

You are worthy of having true partnership.

You are worthy of love.

You are worthy of having your heart held.

You are worthy to be adored.

You are worthy to be cherished.

You are worthy to have someone say, “You rest. I got this.” And actually deliver on that promise.

You are worthy to receive.

You are worthy.

You don’t have to earn it.

You don’t have to prove it.

You don’t have to bargain for it.

You don’t have to beg for it.

You are worthy.

WORTHY.

Simply because you exist.

~ Jamila White - Psychic, Life Coach, Author

The Lies of Self-pity

Self-pity is nothing less than an impulse to self-destruction. And this is its script: “This is the way you were made. These are the facts of your situation. It’s bad. In fact, it’s so bad, it’s impossible to do anything about it. And therefore, you are free from any responsibility to clean it up. Nobody can blame you for anything.” Self-pity is a liar and a thief.

A liar, because everyone is granted the power to clean up their own mess. A thief, because as long as it sits inside you, it is stealing away the days of your life.

~Rabbi Tzvi Freemam