This Heals with Me

Hurt people hurt people. That’s how pain patterns gets passed on, generation after generation after generation. Break the chain today. Meet anger with sympathy, contempt with compassion, cruelty with kindness. Greet grimaces with smiles. Forgive and forget about finding fault. Love is the weapon of the future.

(Yehuda Berg)

In every lineage,

from time to time,

every now and then,

a soul is summoned.

Not by chance,

not a coincidence,

but by destiny,

pure synchronicity.

The Dreamers,

The Mages,

The Visionaries,

The Disruptors,

The Mystics,

The Healers,

The Warriors,

The Lovers,

The Wild-hearted.

Outliers,

whispering to their ancestors:

"It ends with me. It heals in and with me"

All the sorrow,

all the secrets,

all the limits,

all the conditioning,

all the shame,

all the hardship,

all the regrets,

all the remorse,

all the lament.

All that burden,

carried by countless generations.

All the unseen chains,

forged in silence,

bound by shame,

sealed with unworthiness.

All the prejudices,

distorting memory,

clouding presence,

obscuring the path.

All of it, cleansed,

in the sacred fire,

of remembrance and acceptance,

with Unconditional Love.

Sweet melodies return,

restoring harmony.

Here and now,

another cycle ends.

Closing for evermore

the loop.

Opening from now on

the ascending spiral.

The old dissolves.

A new cycle emerges.

Imagination,

Creation,

Healing,

Breathing,

Relating,

Sharing,

Loving,

Loving,

Loving,

Loving,

Loving,

and Loving more.

Yo lo Creo/

I believe and so, it is.