He yearns to heal, at the same time, healing scares him like hell
2015/06/25 2 Comments
I feel an inner urge to express what I see, to communicate and share with others all these impressions. Often the things I see are there, not yet manifest, but waiting... to be observed, talked about, and embraced.
These new insights need another approach, a more vivid curiosity...
Due to fear and prejudice we prefer to see only "the official" truth - but THE OFFICIAL TRUTH IS DEAD - being dead, it has nothing to give...
We can continue pretending Death is fascinating or... we can take the trouble to LIVE...
THE NEW has no definition yet...
Again, IT requires another "perception", the courage to apprehend everything differently, from a totally new angle, with new confidence and inquisitive touch. This blog is not about interesting concepts, it is about participation... finding new solutions, inspiration, togetherness.
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Julien Matei
Mirrors of Encounters 
yes. My Identity as a caregiver is bound up in the sickness of others. Who would I be without the sick? Without the wrong thinking that promotes illness and evil how could I ever be a healer and a saint, This is all bound up in my need to be needed. It is a shock to think that I would prefer you ill so I can see myself as the special one come to save you. It is actually my need to be special that supports your need to be ill.
I have been pondering the necessity of evil quite a lot lately and it is very sobering to understand my/our dependence on it. Oh how we need our enemies.
Amazingly enlightening what you say here. Wow…such an incredible eye-opener.
Or better yet… – soul-opener…
My identity as sick is bound up with others as potential caregivers. Who would I be without these caregivers? Without the wrong thinking that promotes false codependency?
My need to be needed, is actually my wish to be seen as needy. It is a schock to think that I would prefer me ill so that I can see you as the special one to save me.
My need to be ill supports your need to be special.
Or is it me that wants to be special by hiding myself behind
real or imagined illness?