I spent four hours of reading in my room.."Rest day" as I call it; was able to accomplish my task for today, and so I spent the rest of the day, well, reading.
Anyway, a few cup of coffee, i "went outside myself" again and started thinking: What am I afraid of? What makes me terrified?
What about you? What scares you? You think maybe, a mortician or a forensic photographer is afraid of death, or of dying?
I don't think so. I've thought about it and if you think carefully, fear of anything can and may be seductive. Try and find out what scares you... eventually, you're going to realize that you're trying to find out more and more about it...-get inside death, what makes a dead body dead. what makes a monster, a monster.
Then you go as close to the fear as you can. You go as close to the monster. You know it. You claim it. You name it. You make it real. Then finally, you take it in.
{...when you love someone, they leave, when you don't love them, they leave as well, so the choice is not between loving and losing, but between loving and not loving..}
What am I afraid of?
I fall in love often and deeply.
To the person beckons me, be there for me.. just for me, and always there, wanting to protect me, wanting to shield me, wanting to take me away, wanting me.
intends to teach me to take in happiness and love.
Now that's scary... =(
Anyway, a few cup of coffee, i "went outside myself" again and started thinking: What am I afraid of? What makes me terrified?
What about you? What scares you? You think maybe, a mortician or a forensic photographer is afraid of death, or of dying?
I don't think so. I've thought about it and if you think carefully, fear of anything can and may be seductive. Try and find out what scares you... eventually, you're going to realize that you're trying to find out more and more about it...-get inside death, what makes a dead body dead. what makes a monster, a monster.
Then you go as close to the fear as you can. You go as close to the monster. You know it. You claim it. You name it. You make it real. Then finally, you take it in.
{...when you love someone, they leave, when you don't love them, they leave as well, so the choice is not between loving and losing, but between loving and not loving..}
What am I afraid of?
I fall in love often and deeply.
To the person beckons me, be there for me.. just for me, and always there, wanting to protect me, wanting to shield me, wanting to take me away, wanting me.
intends to teach me to take in happiness and love.
Now that's scary... =(
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