Recently, I had the good fortune of having Gabriel say yes to my invitation to a Notself Session.
About a week ago we were able to accomplish it.
It really pleases me to be able to be leaned in with people who are actively engaged with exploring their awareness experiment.
The Notself Sessions (and my longer guidance offers) do that for me. My #projectorsuccess is found through those relationships.
No where else really. Except here a bit maybe.
But no, not really - this Locals is more like a lobby or a waiting room.
It’s inside of those 1-on-1 connections that the people who recognize me get the prizes, discoveries, epiphanies that matter - to them.
So it’s win/win.
I’m not suggesting here that that’s anything to do with this post from Gabriel, just some backstory.
And maybe a tiny bit of (personal) happiness and maybe even feeling proud at his progress.
He’s very early in his experiment, but I think he had a particular readiness - and immediate way to have his experiment begin irl (or continue suffering).
It seems to have been a perfect storm. 😍
May his experiment (and yours) continue ☺️
Happy Sunday!
A
“This not the type of art that I usually make… this one is rather grim. I decided to try to represent what the low of my wave(s) ‘feel’ like… It’s like being in a dark place, with melancholy, sadness, feelings of not being worth... and with a whirlwind of thoughts, all racing to be the ones that create the explanation for what I’m feeling (clearly the mind at work).
Before HD I believed the explanations, the stories thay my mind created to make sense of how and what I was feeling. Now, I try and learn to be aware of those emotions and let them just be. Some days they pin me down to the ground, and it feels like a giant boot on my throat… yet I’m trying to let thise emotions just be and do their worse, however, now I realize that they won’t last.
That is the tiny bright dot at the end of the dark whirlwind… the end of the wave that always comes.
I made this today, when I wasn’t feeling on the low of my wave… yet I managed to remember those feelings and was able to look at them more clearly. The mind still tries to sell me the story of what clild’ve been, a fantasy based on what I could’ve done differently… if only I would’ve… or could’ve… then things might’ve been different. But somehow, every day I feel like I advance an inch in the right direction… very different than a couple months ago whe I felt like I was drowning.
Maybe I’m learning to see my emotions for what they are, part of me, a source of agony and a source of wisdom, and one can’t be achieved without first feeling the other.🙏”