In retrospect
Without the inherent belief that my father
was the be all and end all of my life, without the crashing of this pattern,
without the void that was left in its place, there was no space for more. The
cup must be partly empty to pour more into it. I needed to believe and to
suffer the breaking of my illusion and to recover and discover what was really
there, before the belief.
Conscious and unconscious awakening… the
difference
Lovingly embracing consciousness (like a
child)
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