Journey To The Self – Viaje Hacia El Ser

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  • Tools

    Art by me

    I was thinking about what I really want to do in this life that has been gifted to me, and now I can say without fear, guilt or shame, that I don’t know.

    I think this is one of the greatest gifts my practice has given me. The acceptance of the unknown and the strength to survive it.

    What practice? Some of you ask me sometimes. The tools I use for self-knowledge and reflection have been many, including writing, body movement, breath, lucid dreaming, study of philosophy, therapy (Jungian/depth psychology), study of myths, legends, stories and symbols, astrology, alchemy, Tarot, art (study of it and actually making symbolic art) and yoga (all parts of it especially it’s philosophical and psychological approach) and meditation (from all backgrounds, spiritual practices and religions).

    These are my tools. I have been using them since I can remember (only yoga and meditation came later in life, around 12 years ago now). But each of us has a distinct way of being alive, and each of us must find what works best to be able to actually live our lives.

    Yes, my greatest fear is living. Fear of freedom of choice. Fear of being solely responsible for myself. Fear that everything is actually possible. Fear of the immensity and eternity of life. I still live with this fear, but the tools I have chosen (or, have they chosen me?) help me keep a greater perspective on being here and now.

    When I deeply think and feel what I want for my life, there is always this voice that whispers that all I want is for everyone to find their own personal tools… to live their lives. I don’t know how yet, when or where, but I feel somehow this is the key of being here, in service, as I always felt I came to be.

  • Trust

    Photo by me

    Yesterday was a rough day. Things happened that weren’t planned.

    Things out of our control throw us sometimes into a confused state. Change always happens even if we are unconscious about it.

    Yesterday something different happened too; my reaction to the changes unfolding in front of me wasn’t one of total despair and lack of confidence.

    I admit that in a split second I had doubts if what was happening was real or a dream (as I work a lot with lucid/conscious dreaming this happens sometimes, but yesterday it was accompanied by a mild panic moment of really not knowing).

    Through it all happening and unfolding before me, I was scared, but there was this new feeling, new lightness being born from the depths of my being.

    Trust. I trusted. Like I’ve never trusted before.

    In a moment of despair I looked up for a second while waiting for answers, and there it was, a beautiful rose. One of the many places I feel Her presence. A reminder my loved ones are always cared for and held. No matter what, I trust in a guidance that is so much greater than myself.

    All is good, we are all good, everyone is good thankfully, and my heart is grateful for it all. The fear, the losing control, the trust that was birthed. Thank you Life.

  • Going home

    I dance to the songs of my story, my past.

    She breathes through me the remembrance of a path once walked.

    She breathes through me the grief and clarity that comes forth from being face to face with the shadow of what once was.

    A fading memory becoming breath, becoming life, becoming me, going home.

  • Vivir. Soñar. Morir.

    Empiezo a sentir el paso del tiempo de forma sutil, cíclica, al ritmo de las flores que van floreciendo en el jardín.
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    Unas mueren y otras nacen, y aún así todo está lleno de continuidad, de fluidez, de propósito. Vida constante y eterna, porque lo contrario de vivir no es morir, sino nacer.
    La muerte es sólo otro cambio más, el Gran Cambio.
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    Vivir rodeada de naturaleza es una gran lección y una bendición. Igual que lo es observar hacia adentro, lo es también aceptar lo de afuera. Su ritmo, su propio ciclo, su color, su olor, su propia esencia y verdad.
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    He visto cómo mi vida ha ido cambiando cuánto más consciente he ido siendo con mi vida, con mis sueños y con mi futura muerte.
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    Si te sientes sola/o en estos temas, como creí que estaba yo durante muchos años, no lo estás. No pasa nada por querer profundizar, por querer entender las únicas constantes que son iguales para todos; que nacemos, vivimos, soñamos (literalmente cuando dormimos) y morimos.
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    Algún día mi deseo y propósito se harán realidad y podré ayudar a muchos a vivir, soñar y morir conscientemente. Hoy me apetecía dejar mi manifestación escrita, lanzarla al Universo, hacer mi trabajo cada día, y confiar en que si lo siento en mi corazón y escucho en mi alma, el camino jamás será el equivocado.
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    Os recuerdo que aunque físicamente puedo estar lejos, podéis trabajar conmigo online y sentirnos un poco más cerca y conectados. No estoy aquí para juzgar, sino para escucharte y guiarte intuitivamente hacia tí misma/o.

  • Sin pausa

    Tan llena de energía
    y tan vacía de propósito.
    Sin dirección precisa.
    Sin pausa.
    Hacia una misma.
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    De lo que veo afuera,
    entiendo lo de adentro.
    Y desde dentro nace
    el camino para mis pasos.
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    Lo que mi corazón anhela es como
    una caricia perdida en el tiempo,
    un recuerdo de un mañana,
    una respuesta sin preguntas.
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    Ser, sin buscar qué seguir siendo.
    Vivir, sin dudas y sin miedo.