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What I learned today

by miramaze @ Friday, 13. Jun, 2008 - 23:44:37

Suicidal thoughts can be good thing ; a sign of change and transformation ahead. A shift.

" Write about your fears." says H. " Make a list and examine the list. Question each fear. Do the Work on each."

"Answer the question : What 's the worst that can happen ? And then ? And then ...? "

My current housing situation problems and worries , friend in crisis, problem with legs have probably stimulated me to liberate myself from old fears that I have been harbouring in my body. On one level I have already solved problems. What I need to do now is solve them on a conscious level to feel lighter and happier. ''

Like the DEATH card in the TAROT , I seem to be heading for transformation and change.


 
 

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Mrs_FMrs_F [Member]
14/06/08 @ 01:48

Not sure i agree there darling,how can such negative and final feelings ever be positive?

The death card signifies the transition (like from one state to the next). Suicide is self inflicted decision to move from one state to the next whether it is the right thing to do or not. It is often not a rational decision but a decision made hastily in a moment of despair.

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miramazemiramaze [Member]
14/06/08 @ 12:13

I suppose it all depends where you are at. It makes sense to me. Death is an ending but also a beginning. If you have a high fever and the death card appears - it could mean you are going to die, but it could also mean that the fever will break or die and you will survive ;) and therefore a positive sign. The ending of a difficult time and the beginning of a new period.

When you consciously contemplate killing yourself you've come to a very low and painful nightmarish place . You want out , You want the pain to stop and then killing yourself seems to be the answer.

Not all suicidal thoughts are conscious though and there are those that are made in moments of insanity and despair as you say.

What I am talking about here is getting to the bottom , where you are in a foetal position on the floor and then you realise that you have nowhere further to fall, and the only way is UP.

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Mrs_FMrs_F [Member]
14/06/08 @ 23:13

As long as you can get yourself up off the floor that is ok, but sometimes people don't, they need help and if that help is not there................

Hope you are ok my friend.

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miramazemiramaze [Member]
15/06/08 @ 04:15

Yes, you are right, we all need help, some more than others and different kinds of help . Sometimes a real intervention is needed.

What amazes me is that help usually comes in some form or another. It's something of a miracle... a bit like a fever breaking or the the sun rise after a dark night.

I'm fine , luv , I expect " hell" is what you might call a " severe attack of the monkeys"

me - I always feel as if I have an angel holding my hand.
Bless

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QueeneMabQueeneMab [Member]
15/06/08 @ 18:58

Hell would be eternal monkies I imagine.

Or being trapped in a lift with some people I used to know for 12 hours or more with no water and no loo.

:lalala:

:))

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miramazemiramaze [Member]
15/06/08 @ 21:53

Yep .. that would be about right :lalala:

:)

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Mrs_FMrs_F [Member]
16/06/08 @ 00:16

Glad you are ok.

x

There is no death, merely transformation; you already voiced the answer.
But, of course, to comprehend and flow with the change is the challenge... aaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm Meditating

Besides...

...this is all a dream we dreamed
one afternoon long ago...

Aaah, the Grateful Dead; Jerry Garcia knew it well and told us so in many songs long before his 'transformation' to the other side of life. He called it a 'Box of Rain.'
Raining

Have a marvelous weekend; hugs our Mira,
Hug 7

miramazemiramaze [Member]
14/06/08 @ 19:05

Same to you Neil- Have a wonderful weekend. Thanks for the " Box of Rain" - I like the lyrics :)

XX

In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal.
Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see.
When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me.

I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung.
Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see.
When there was no strings to play, you played to me.

In the book of love's own dream, where all the print is blood.
Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old.
When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me.

In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed.
When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold.
When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me.

--the Grateful Dead

The title is highlighted at the beginning and linked, of course. My favourite of all their songs; fits dreamily comfortable in my wholeness.

Wishing you unfolded petals in all chakras too our Mira; well you are asleep by now [it's already nearing midnight here in 'the fax'] and dreaming one of your marvelous encounters to relate in a blog post for us when you've awakened.

Shall be wonderful if we hear of lotuses being featured in your reverie.

Many hugs and tender embraces...
...so not to stir your peaceful rest, eh. Sleeping 6 XX

miramazemiramaze [Member]
15/06/08 @ 04:36

Beautiful imagery ,Neil :yes:

It's4:30 am , I've been awake for an hour. Saw the sun rise at 3 am and got up write my thoughts down. Going back to bed now. Thanks for sharing .. will dream of lotuses now .

:wave: to you through the ethers .. see you in the astral

XX

Huh??? Sleeping 8 Oh ..night night our Mira, err morning... xx Sleeping 5

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