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Honoring Lived Experiences
The Gift of Consciously Connecting to Anger, aka Social Justice, Heart-Work, and Evolution Part 1.5
“Everything’s going pretty well in my life, but I feel **so much anger! **” “I can’t get past how much anger I feel! I want to feel better, but I am stuck.” “How can I **not** be angry, have you seen what’s going on in the world?” “Being angry is a negative emotion and now is not the time to be negative.”
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The feedback from “Social Justice, Heart-Work, and Evolution. Part 1, of 2” had 1 of 3 flavors, generally speaking.
No Body Knows What the Fuck is Going On
Sleepless Nights: When a Curse Becomes a Gift
Last night was the first night in awhile where it was cool enough to keep my bedroom door open. Delight!
And!
It also led to me waking up quite a bit during the night. This led to experientially connecting with a question that came up in a recent gathering:
What can I do when waking up in the middle of the night?
On The Realities of Awakening
Nearly ten years ago, my life fell apart suddenly and catastrophically. I ceased to be able to function in the outside world, was physically ill and was engulfed by feelings, sensations and memories that—up until then—I’d been successfully avoiding or suppressing. Fortunately, I recognized that this was far more than a nervous breakdown. It was the beginning of a long dark night of the soul. Very early on I realised that, over the years, I had become disconnected from my deeper self. My soul was now calling me home and I was willing (if totally ill-prepared) to heed its call.
On Discovering the Sanity of Freaking Out
Looking back, I recognise that I was anxious from a very young age, but the extent of the anxiety didn’t become apparent until I was in my late twenties and started having panic attacks. A close friend of mine had dropped dead in tragic circumstances a few days before they started, and very soon I found myself facing the suppressed horror and grief of a previous loss, the death of my best friend in an accident when we were eighteen.
The Reality of Embodiment: Coming Fully into Form
During the nineteenth century, phantasmagoria – or theatrical horror shows – became a popular attraction throughout Britain, Europe and the United States. The creators used lighting, projectors, smoke, sound effects and electric shocks to conjure all manner of apparitions and frighten audiences. Sequences of terrifying images played on screens and theatres were often decorated accordingly. There were even rumours of patrons being drugged.