One of the most used questions to guide a person to connect with the passion or the self s/he was born for is,
“What was you like as a child?”
I haven’t been able to remember my childhood for as long as I could remember in my adulthood.
To be precise, I could remember some events but I DID NOT remember ME.
I was very blurry in my own memories.
My only known passion championed by my parents was killed on the journey of meeting expectations.
I was not sure that was my passion either. I was told that was. I spent huge amount of time in that pursue to reach an abrupt termination.
Only of recent, I began to re-remember myself when I was 5, 10, 15…
On the journey of re-remembering, I also began to understand that in order to cope the confusion and disconnection I often experienced back then, later in teenage years, I slowly weaved many very intricate stories to tell myself who I was.
Instead of a direct experience of who I was.
The fascinating aspects in this exploration back to childhood are,
➡️ It was not intentional.
I thought I knew who I was.
I spent many years and huge efforts kept constructing my identity in order to understand who I was.
Only when I committed to embark the journey to embrace my innate gift as an intuitive or some psychic power, I started to see myself through the stories.
In the human experience, we understand the realities with timelines.
There is no time.
Our past, present and future all congregate at one single point, NOW.
We can only understand and create from NOW, even our past.
➡️ The magic power I always have in me. (stories will be shared in future posts)
I wielded so much power and energy since a child effortless with my imagination.
I cut through others’ lies and disguises like an X-ray machine.
I understand how the highest expressions of each human can be.
Most importantly, I was a pure joy.
And yet, I hid myself because it was too difficult for me to navigate my surroundings that way.
Then, I forgot myself.
➡️ Others around me began to remember themselves via my re-remembering.
I had thought my childhood stories were trivial to others.
I only shared them with a couple of close friends.
They told me that they began to remember things which were forgotten.
They told me their stories.
They shared with me that they could finally embody lost self-power or heal the wounds.
We’ve forgotten so much individually and collectively.
I decided to start this process of re-remembering by sharing mine with you.
May you discover your highest divine expression.
Be love and be loved.
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➡️ DM & Share your story if there is one you need someone to hold the space for you.
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