The perception of “story” fades and floats out of reach. From this place I sense my inner life as distinct from its painful, confusing outer manifestation, filled with drama and dilemma. This is where I need to live and breathe all the time.
The shocks and traumas I have carried inside are dramatically played out on an external stage, where the ego wanders destitute and mad in a sub-current of endless despair.
But there IS an escape, a true escape, that comprehends these external dynamics as historical, not eternal.
They are to be accepted, and the feelings they touch released, resolved. They are to be allowed full expression within the awareness of a greater Life that is not diminished or compromised by them.
That greater Life embraces all possible human experience; nothing is to be shunned as unfit or unworthy, shameful or defeating.
The range and depth of these testifies to the richness of being.
And being is not disturbed or threatened