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| I lost my marbles |
I got blown up pretty good, its not time for a landing yet.
My mind is sorting through heaps of clutter, so much showing up. I don't know who I am, what's real. At times it hurts a lot. I want the pain to stop, but I'll keep going. I am getting rid of illusion. When I come out of this I'll be a new person.
Later that day:
I worked through all my baggage, the pain was horrendous. Now the upside is showing up and its just as high as the downside was low. I stayed with the pain and watched it turn on its own. You can only go as high as you can go low.
At last I figured out what it means to let go. You let go of the baggage, not the person. When the baggage is gone you can finally have a relationship with that person.
Later that day:
I worked through all my baggage, the pain was horrendous. Now the upside is showing up and its just as high as the downside was low. I stayed with the pain and watched it turn on its own. You can only go as high as you can go low.
At last I figured out what it means to let go. You let go of the baggage, not the person. When the baggage is gone you can finally have a relationship with that person.
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