03-26-2014, 12:00 AM
Story 1: Growing up, my early years contained hardships, which in many ways has led to what I am today. For many years, I carried with me a strong fear of looking at people in the eye. But today, after two years steady work on the Path and intending to overcome that obstacle, I at last talked to someone and looked into their eyes. The induced fears of the past, if just for that conversation, fell away. I am sure the battle is not over, but a trickle will grow.
Story 2: My interest in the Path actually began when I was 16. It came on strong due to falling within myself when the world around who I was became too much to handle through my old ways. It took me five years, but I found myself standing out by an old farm fencepost, overlooking stars and sky. The world fell away. The fence post became a metal tower; then it became black shadow angled by ship-mast crossbeams. Its brothers became ghosts standing there, shining with subtle form. The sky drew its waves of color and new sounds emerged. The world became a vortex, if only for a while, and for a while, the fence post was no more. Only the desert stretch of night-time cow pasture remained. And the force emanated from my eyes and voice. I tasted power.
Story 3: The one who taught me the evils of the world often engaged in physical discipline and malice. Due to this, at a young age, my heart developed anxiety pains. I suffered with the pain for many years until a rainy night of power brought a swell like never before. Tears were released and the feeling of bursting water weaved through my heart like a cord, or perhaps, a tunnel. Since then, I have been free from all heart problems. The doctor confirmed that my heart was "very healthy" whereas once before the diagnoses from another was, "stress-induced palpatations." I feel like that was in another life.
Story 4: It happened when I entered the astral. I became a vortex and the object within my focus rattled and moved.
The point: To remind myself that progress comes slowly. To look back one day and smile and keep up good courage.
Story 2: My interest in the Path actually began when I was 16. It came on strong due to falling within myself when the world around who I was became too much to handle through my old ways. It took me five years, but I found myself standing out by an old farm fencepost, overlooking stars and sky. The world fell away. The fence post became a metal tower; then it became black shadow angled by ship-mast crossbeams. Its brothers became ghosts standing there, shining with subtle form. The sky drew its waves of color and new sounds emerged. The world became a vortex, if only for a while, and for a while, the fence post was no more. Only the desert stretch of night-time cow pasture remained. And the force emanated from my eyes and voice. I tasted power.
Story 3: The one who taught me the evils of the world often engaged in physical discipline and malice. Due to this, at a young age, my heart developed anxiety pains. I suffered with the pain for many years until a rainy night of power brought a swell like never before. Tears were released and the feeling of bursting water weaved through my heart like a cord, or perhaps, a tunnel. Since then, I have been free from all heart problems. The doctor confirmed that my heart was "very healthy" whereas once before the diagnoses from another was, "stress-induced palpatations." I feel like that was in another life.
Story 4: It happened when I entered the astral. I became a vortex and the object within my focus rattled and moved.
The point: To remind myself that progress comes slowly. To look back one day and smile and keep up good courage.