When a non-resonant story is forced upon us (in my case the story that psychiatry & pharma spews everywhere) it’s a violence perpetrated. It seems that for some that story is in keeping with their essence-then no violence occurs. Others aren’t conscious enough to recognize abuses being perpetrated against them. We are all conditioned with […]
editor’s note: She awaits to emerge within us all.
By Talya Eidelman
For all women.
I am woman. Don’t tell me who I am. I have known ever since the world was created. Don’t tell me what to feel or how to behave.
I am woman. Don’t try and teach me about the old ways that should have been dead a long time ago.
I am woman. Do you know anything about my body? It houses the world and it is the wisest thing on this planet. …
This is not a revolution where we ask for equal rights, or we negotiate for freedom within the framework of dualism and dominance, this is a revolution in which freedom is experienced as a living reality, a reality that has simply been overlooked. Freedom is lived tacitly in the psyche. This quality of freedom is unbound, thus, the position of the dominator becomes irrelevant. It becomes forceless.
Popular fantasy realities (like multiple dimensions and starseeds and lightworkers etc) are forms of dissociation…dissociation is a way to cope with trauma. Once we understand this, the fantasy material can be worked with…people are in pain…everyone needs to heal. Being alive is traumatic so no one is free from this really.
The learning curve involved is no easy thing…this process not a pretty thing either…coming to clarity is a destructive process (so says Adyashanti, here as well). For whatever reason the brain injury created a situation so that the middle path, for me, is a razor’s edge. Off to one side or another it hurts sometimes acutely. Plain and simple.
I am a mad woman — it’s a phenomenal and lovely journey. Madness is the real sanity on a planet full of people who don’t remember who and what we are. …
I woke up in the middle of the night in meditation and contemplation, a bit horrified and humbled and also amazed with a sense of wondrousness at what I’ve been through in the last few days. About what I’ve discovered about myself and humanity in general, as my healing continues to unfold. I am wondrously human! Especially in my incapacity to have any control whatsoever over pretty much anything. It’s often both humbling and frightening. …