In my dreams there is a benevolent force that is trying to tell me I need to drink more water. She also tells me that to heal my own body I need to start from the bottom up- my pain is buried in my roots. These are things I know but avoid remembering during waking hours, and she knows this.
I sound foolish; I sound flaky and new-agey and it makes me feel anxious and defensive but I will not be ashamed of the truth anymore. I am clairsentient. I want to heal people using nothing but my hands and energy. To me, these things are normal, good, and exciting, but when I tell people these things, I often feel their discomfort. Literally. But I won’t just be any one thing anymore. I can’t.
For most of my life I have searched for an appropriate set of words to define myself- to describe the breadth and width of who I am to myself and to others and perhaps to find a common ground among my fellow human beings- to relate in a genuine and effortless way. But the truth is, I’ve failed and will always fail- because they’re just words. To contain myself in those words, I have to fragment myself. And I have slowly come to the realization that it hurts me to do that- in separating myself I relinquish my power as an entire dynamic individual. I have feared for so long the possibility of living outside labels, because it seemed a place where I would be alone- on the fringe of humanity itself. Alone with not a discernable comrade in sight- But that was my great misconception, because without the petty limitations of labels it is easily seen that there is no separation. We are an interconnected whole- our pain comes from the belief that we are separate, powerless, superior, inferior. We are an individuated one. Each part contains within it the Whole. We are creation, god, and love itself.
We have the power to heal ourselves. We have the power to heal each other.
