Requiem for trauma. #2 stories of remembering
Many centuries ago, we drew this contract on the most honest terms in the presence of universal witnesses.
The agreement stated that when I come equipped, the trauma will have the opportunity and allowance
to let go,
to loosen its grip,
to relax and flow,
remembering and returning to its elemental nature.
Fast forward many centuries, and I am here, in front of it as we recognize each other and with deep respect greet each other.
It winces, straining to remember me and the contract, and so do I, at the same time never doubting a chance to remember.
We must work together for the benefit of this person. Only remembering is possible.
The energy of trauma presents itself tired and stagnant in front of me in this container of presencing.
Its fundamental essence was long forgotten; its essence, the energy of life that it once was, its fluidity, seemed to have disappeared.
Trauma made survival possible in the system without hope and justice.
Now, “I am simply tired”, it says.
As we sit in the presence of each other, we observe, see, and sense what is present.
For the first time in thousands of years, we sense and observe.
In this instant, trauma knows that justice will be established and its existence validated.
Only then, the energy will be free to recycle and unload its toxins so that the transformations take place for the benefit of the next round of evolution.
So that this person is reminded of their holiness and their full right to happiness.
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