He said: Life can be so interesting… Like flying through it and observing it all from a climate controlled comfortable cockpit. Reading books about what to expect. Exploring all kinds of new territories. Exhilarating!
But what if the protective glass starts to show cracks? What if the freezing cold starts penetrating your safety cell? And the choking fumes enter your lungs. You get f*cking scared. You want to escape. But there is no ejection seat. Where does your conscience go?
THE BIRTH CANAL
Fall out bruised, scattered and burnt out of the cockpit of meaning making…do not cling to any wishful thinking and numbing soothers…feel the full pain and emotions of all hope cracking……Be fully with it………freefall into the pit of darkness….
When the meaning making and analyzing of what this is ends..THE POSSIBILITY IS ….we start seeing life in the rawness of unfolding…and in this intimate direct process life might see itself in the eyes of the other in truth and tenderness!
I was caught in the inner and outer storm and I was broken, and I was blinded by my own thought and emotions…unable to see and attune to the daily whispers from REALITY, THE UNSEEN BELOVED, until the falseness came undone! n.english