Sea
_AM: “Before sleep wove mythologies and cosmogonies, before time was coined into days, the sea, always the sea, was already and was. Who is the sea? Who is that violent and ancient being that gnaws at the pillars of the earth and is one and many seas and abyss and brightness and chance and wind? Whoever looks at it sees it for the first time, always. With the amazement that elemental things leave behind, the beautiful afternoons, the moon, the fire of a bonfire. Who is the sea, who am I? I will know it the day after the agony.” (Jorge Luis Borges)
_I: What is the Sea?
_AM: The Sea is Love. And you can only reach the sea when you let go of everything you drag in the river. When you free yourself from the sediments that you carried with you, clouding your waters, which rush through the channels between mountains, valleys, canyons and plains. Today you have had the catharsis of the Bay, the jumble of its sweet and salt waters. How do you feel?
_I: Horribly... After 3 days of not getting out of bed, in a state of depression, I decided to go out, I took courage and told myself: you can't spend more than three days locked up. So, I left, went out to buy some things I needed, and went for a walk. I went to the cinema. I went to eat. And sitting in a restaurant, I started to feel bad… Dizzy. Very tired. At that moment, I was aware that I was about to faint. I gathered strength, told my friends just in case, and walked as best I could to the taxi. When I arrived, I fell limply on the bed, I couldn't move. I fainted, I became delirious, as if I had a fever. I felt nauseous...
_AM: You started browsing.
_I: I still feel weird, but I'm better... Just exhausted.
_AM: You made catharsis. Your body has been accumulating a lot of waste from many circumstances experienced. Many emotions that remain in you, that, even if you are aware of them, does not mean that they are gone. What you have managed to get out these days leaves your being freer to face what is coming. And there is still much more to clean in the ocean waves.
_I: I feel shame and regret for the things I said yesterday… Those emotions that do not represent me…
_AM: Oh no... Remember, we are working on the Subconscious, nothing can be judged here. It's like judging a baby by how she cries without taking into consideration that she doesn't know how to talk yet.
_I: But I know how to speak... And, I feel that what I feel is horrible... Those truths that were inside me, in the pain of my soul... I don't know with what face to look at the world after saying such things...
_AM: Catharsis. The word comes from the Greek “katharos” (clean) and “sis” (action), that is: Purification or Purge. It has two poles of reaction: in the physis and in the psyche, that is, in the body and in the soul. Catharsis is the means of purification in which the parasites or excesses that poison the body begin to fester, leaving it as a reaction that is not usually pleasant, as it hurts, bothers, disgusts, nauseates, and disgusts. In the case of the soul, all the stagnant emotions, the unsaid words, all of this must fester, and it is not a pleasant process either. It also hurts, nauseates, bothers, and disgusts. When a parasite is emerging from the body during the cathartic process, the individual recognizes what was within them, realizing what they allowed to inhabit them for so long and that they now need to let go. And it's horrible, it's unpleasant, but necessary. Judging the catharsis process does nothing but retain the parasites within you. You don't have to prove your holiness to anyone, your morals to anyone, you just have to be consistent, and catharsis is part of that purging process. The things you have said are your parasites, emotions and thoughts that consume you inside. I can notice how your skin is filling with internal bites, the poisoned waters of your body are oozing.
_I: Everything itches, a lot… The small blisters on my hands and feet, in my armpits…
_AM: The emotions of guilt, hate, abandonment, lack of love, are emerging. And your screams of anger, rage, resentment, are nothing more than those same blisters in your soul. How to judge them? You can ask for forgiveness, if you feel that way, let it go... Free yourself from the conditioning of what they make you feel.
_I: What I experienced with this faint, this deep sleep that flooded me, was a catharsis... I have already experienced this...
_AM: Of course… Well, one day it never stops reaching the sea. For millions of years, rivers continue to circulate through the lands, and much must happen for them to change their course and disappear. But water will always find its way to the sea. The Sea is any large body of water that borders continental lands. The seas surround the continents, their peninsulas and islands, and maintain contact with what they have experienced, but they are free from the structures of life. The seas receive everything equally, everything that the earth sends them, and what was previously limited by geography, the sea surrounds it in freedom. It purges the hard chunks of sedimentary matter, and wave after wave, turns them into soft, tiny grains of sand. Everything that was painful and dragged before, the sea turns into fine, soft terrain on which you can walk barefoot. Give the sea all your weight, everything you drag, and let it turn your hatred into love.
_I: How can hate live in me?
_AM: Because hate is the brother of pain.
_I: Why do I still feel pain?
_AM: Because pain is the brother of grief.
_I: How can I continue grieving for such a long time?
_AM: Because grief is the brother of melancholy.
_I: Why do I live full of melancholy?
_AM: Because melancholy is the sister of memory.
_I: Why don't I heal these memories?
_AM: Because memory is the sister of memory.
_I: Why do we remember?
_AM: Because it is the only way to return to the heart.
_I: Why is returning to the heart so painful if it represents love?
_AM: Because love is eternal, like the waves of the sea, they are the eternal return to oneself, the incessant heartbeat of life, and as I have told you, small grains of sand only exist because of the eternal return of the waves. on the shore, which polishes the rough edges, rocks, crusts, corals, until they become fine and soft white beaches. It is the eternal return to the memories of pain and hatred that, with patience, polish the soul to the softness of infinite love.
_I: Oh…
_AM: But if instead of releasing them into the sea, you keep them inside, hidden underground, you will only make the process more painful.
_I: Have we all been through this?
_AM: No one escapes this natural process. Do you believe that the great teachers of history were born loving? “So they came to Jerusalem; And when Jesus entered the temple, he began to cast out those who were selling and buying in the temple; and he overturned the tables of the money changers, and the chairs of those who sold doves; and he did not allow anyone to cross the temple carrying any utensil. And he taught them, saying, Is it not written, My house shall be called a house of prayer for all nations? But you have made it a den of thieves” (Mark 11:15-17).
_I: The anger…
_AM: Or the anguish… “ My God, Father, why have you abandoned me? Why are you so far from my salvation, and from the words of my cry? My God, I cry out by day, and you do not answer; And at night, and there is no rest for me. But you are holy, You who dwell among the praises of Israel. Our fathers waited for you; They waited, and you delivered them. They cried to you, and were delivered; They trusted you and were not ashamed. But I am a worm, and not a man; Reproach of men, and despised by the people. Everyone who sees me mocks me; They stretch their mouths and shake their heads, saying: He entrusted himself to Jehovah; let him free him; Save him, since he took pleasure in him. But you are the one who took me out of the womb; The one who made me trust since he was in my mother's breasts. I was cast upon you before I was born; From my mother's womb, you are my God. Do not walk away from me, because anguish is near; Because there is no one to help. Many bulls have surrounded me; Strong bulls of Bashan have surrounded me. They opened their mouths on me like a ravening and roaring lion. I have been poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint; My heart was like wax, Melting in the middle of my bowels. My vigor dried up like a potsherd, And my tongue stuck to my palate, And you have put me in the dust of death. Because dogs have surrounded me; A gang of evil men has surrounded me; They pierced my hands and my feet. I can count all my bones; Meanwhile, they look at me and watch me. They divided my clothes among themselves, And they cast lots for my clothes. But you, Jehovah, do not turn away; My strength, hasten to help me. Deliver my soul from the sword, my life from the power of the dog. Save me from the mouth of the lion, And deliver me from the horns of the buffalo. (Psalm 22)
_I: At the last moment… He also hesitated.
_AM: The end of a path brings to light everything that is desperate about it, that which, because you are focused on the purpose, you have not allowed yourself to see. Fear, pain, abandonment, anguish, doubt, rage, anger, confusion. All teachers have gone through what every human in the world goes through. It's just that you tend to recognize his legacy, but not his afflictions. And without that catharsis there is no understanding. What is the phrase after all this that everyone remembers?
_I: “Forgive them, Father, for they do not know what they do.”
_AM: Love. And your pain and anguish ends up becoming a message of transcendence. Without catharsis, there is no light or understanding. Without the purging of the waves, there is no gentle eternity. It is the shadow that allows you to see the light, and after every night, dawn arises. You are living the initiatory path of mastery, but not alone, but alongside 12,000 people day by day. And their voices are the waves of this sea that purges your harshness.
_I: Your messages…
_AM: His teachings. In the darkest hour of your year, you receive the light of a loving sea from all those who receive your sediments. In Cancer, whoever believed themselves to be the father or mother, becomes the son or daughter, cradled by the Great Family.
_I: Yes...
_AM: “Everyone understands what they can. And I say it doesn't matter about the others... It sounds a bit harsh, but I believe it to be true that you don't make us grow, everyone is responsible for getting out of ignorance and growing for themselves, each of us our own river. You give us material with which we can reflect on ourselves and there is nothing else you can do. Therefore, all we have to do is be grateful to you. Whether or not we grow with it is up to us, to each individual” (José). “Matías, humanity, humans, are beautiful. But they follow a script, that of the life they think is real. What we live is difficult because it is sewn into a fabric that comes apart. Try to see all your sums. You don't owe anything to anyone but yourself. Stop being everyone's father and look for yourself. I think that's what you came for. And I think that is the objective of the game, it seems meaningless and even simple but it is not!! Your mission is to find yourself and be happy. You will do it. Take good care of yourself and maybe the darkness and the light are not as alien as we think” (Janet). “There are no uncomfortable words, the uncomfortable thing is what those words provoke in me. And even though he is hurt, he will not change his nature” (Irene). “When you realize you chose the experience to learn about yourself, it becomes easier to understand and forgive both oneself and others” (Lucía). “Nothing ends, this is the prologue of a book that we must dream and create” (Adriana). “Allow yourself to feel all that hate and anger because it's okay! That's how it should be! Let it flow until you manage to transform it into something healthier and more harmonious with your being, but do it for yourself, for the love of you, don't worry about the rest” (Nevenka). “He is coming, everything we know is about to be no more, from the sky he falls with a thunderous sound and to the earth he falls standing in his place, He is coming, it is the beginning of the end and the beginning at last! (Mila). “Diversity in Unity developing that awareness of mutual respect, help and affection. It doesn't matter if one reads about quantum physics and another watches videos of kittens. All is Mother Nature and all is ok if it concerns its research, love and understanding” (Golden Mother). “However, it is good to arrive at the bay, to arrive to realize that the entire trip was an experience to return to the same point but different” (Carlos). “Let me remind you, my friend, that there are millions of possibilities in every millisecond of your life, but you choose to ignore them. Drop a bucket of water on your head and pierce/break that veil that you consider as a blockage/separation between you and what you want. Right/wrong, love/hate, they all hold hands and throw a party. Believe everything and believe nothing. You must focus for just one second, then release and let go all of those attachments to what might be” (Ligia). “STAY AWAY FROM EVERYTHING THAT TAKES AWAY FROM YOU” (Diana). “There is no purpose; the vacuum. We are humans; Humus; appendages of mother Earth to help her in her transcendence. We are a conglomerate of Races of the Universe,experiencing and transcending Matter, Energy and Vibration” (Alfaro). “Don't hate humanity but see them as children who are still young in spirit and don't know any better, don't listen to the critics, they are looking for a fight and refuse to look within themselves so don't waste your energy. Go out into the world and find happiness again and I will share in your joy…” (Kath). “It's good to go through all this storm, because in the end the view is beautiful and much higher” (Gisele). “I appreciate mistakes because I learn from them” (Ani). “Learning to be kind with ourselves and others, learning to love ourselves unconditionally and learning to love others unconditionally. Understanding that we are never ALONE which means that we are ALL ONE” (Alina). ““Embarrarse” (get muddy) was how you began yesterday's blog. Yes, it can mean a mess, a humiliation, a bog. But also DIVE IN, experiment, make a creative mess, you are free! We are not guaranteed perfection in this world, but if it's hard to understand, we can call it ART” (Celeste). And the list goes on, for more than 340 days.
_I: A sea of teachers…
_AM: You have delivered the information that comes from the mountains through guidelines in the flows of the rivers, to the sea of teachers who take your materials and shape them with each wave, in each response...
_I: As if my posts were the beaches, and your comments were the waves that give them meaning...
_AM: …That they give him love. Heartbeat of the sea. Maybe you have handed over the sediments, but it is her responses that shape it, teaching you new things, educating you. In this moment of catharsis, then, allow yourself to be shaped by the waves of the Internet.
_I: Its waves support me, it is the Matrix of the Universe materialized…
_AM: That reflects and contains your gifts and pains. You are not alone, because you are everyone. Let yourself be carried away by the waves of the sea... Float on its surface without using force. Listen to the waves crashing against the shores. Let its waters purge the roughness, the parasites that emerge from your body and your soul. Observe how the nausea of being a castaway leads you to become a navigator capable of directing your own ship along the loving coasts of the subconscious...
_I: I can begin to feel the calm… To breathe feeling the freshness of its waves…
_AM: You can do it… You are freeing yourself, turning hate into love. Recognizing that your mission was to find the obstacles along the way, to take them to soften them in the eternal waves of the sea.
_I: I honor this catharsis that left me in the shadows, to be able to see the light, dawning over the waves of this beach, bathing me in the waters of the subconscious.
_AM: “The sea is the Lucifer of blue. The sky fallen for wanting to be the light. Poor sea condemned to eternal movement, having previously been still in the firmament! But love redeemed you from your bitterness . You gave Venus pure, and your depth remained virgin and painless. Your sadnesses are beautiful, sea of glorious spasms. But today, instead of stars you have greenish octopuses. Endure your suffering, formidable Satan. “Christ walked for you, but so did Pan.” (Federico García Lorca)
_I: I am a Dreamer of Possibilities…
_AM: A new dream is possible.