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You are never alone....

Martina Winnemoeller2 Comments

So, sitting here all alone I wonder, wonder if the world itself also has moments like this. I am talking about mother earth. No, she is not and I am not either. Even in moments of solidity one is never alone. There is always someone who cares and in these moments the richness of thoughts is or can be overwhelming on a more subconscious level.

There is a constant dialogue going on, or there is music playing. It is strange to imagine what would prompt the subconscious to select a certain song from its library. Especially considering the fact, at least on a very aware level, there has been none playing outside the head for a time. The brain, the spirit are wondrous things. All is so connected, at least for some people, no, actually for all of us, yet it is difficult to see the interconnectedness. It is hard for us to communicate with the entire system and reach all parts and thus, if a problem arises, it is often impossible to find the true cause of it as the source, let it be a construct, a memory, some drive, is often hidden away in some distant corner and often enough our own conditioning has been a busy bee and successfully built a wall or bricked over the door. Only with true love, compassion and in a ways cleaning up the road leading to this very door is there a chance that we may access this 'unknown' territory. Only if we can rid ourselves of any fear or guilt and are kind to ourselves might we, over time, be given the key or combination to the door. It is often stunning to realize what lies behind. Often a scared earlier version of ourselves and we need to embrace this one no matter what happened, what horrible things we have done to us or others. We need to hold tight until the tears roll and wholeheartedly forgive. Forgiveness can only happen in an atmosphere of love and compassion as without them we might not understand, understand that we all are but trapped in our little box. For some the box expands to the size of the universe and beyond, but for others their box can hardly hold the prima ballerina shoes of a three year old.