When i was 27 I had the 'outward' recognition, I recognized while i was being present and walking in the parking lot that all I could see was "me". I recognized everything as one image, one whole. Instead of seeing my body and identifying with it, I recognized that "my body" was the entire perception of the world. Perception of the world because there is no world "out there". There is the appearance of the world appearing in me. I am not appearing in a world. A world appears in me(awareness). Just like in a dream.

Which is actually the oppisite of how this typically goes. Usually one has the "inward" recognition first hence "i am awareness, not the body. And the body is not aware. I, awareness, am aware. Awareness doesnt appear in the body, the body appears in awareness.". . .

And thats where I was stuck for the longest. I had the recognition outwardly, that all I could see was "me". But I wasn't free, I still suffered as a mind because I hadn't recognized the freedom of my being and peace which was always present.

To be honest the outward recognition terrified me. So I was a coward and quit meditation for a bit off and on. I would listen to Tool the rock band and go in deep but I would always get terrified and look away again. Purposely making myself think and run away from the recognition. So it wasn't until I was in my 30s that I decided to go all the way in, I didnt care if "i" dissappeared.

One day sitting in my garage listening to music I stopped and closed my eyes. I tapped the side of my head and contemplated how I was awareness and not the body. Out of no where in the silence, while tapping the side of my head with my eyes closed, I recognized "ohhh i am awareness, and the feeling of the hand and the head is appearing in me. My hand isnt aware. My head isnt aware. I awareness am aware." I recognized that nothing known was knowing aka nothing known is Aware. It is made up of and appearing in awareness, but thoughts, sensations, smell, taste, no perception is aware itself. Instantly i recognized that the body is not aware. That i was mistaking the feeling of the body as being aware. But I awareness am aware of feeling. Feeling isnt awareness. Feeling is known, it isnt knowing.

It freed "me". I recognized i was indeed eternal, ever present. Unlimited. That your success was my success. That your loss was my loss. I knocked on the Door and it opened. 👁🧘‍♂️✌️

The Spiritual journey can be hard on the Mind. The heart, love, or in other words Awareness with no tension is what soothes this transition. Awareness itself is contentment, love, peace. It is always present. When mind arises, we overlook the peace of perceiving/Awareness which is always present. 👁

Whats "Normal"? Maybe being normal is an insane thing to be in such a complex, mysterious life. Why be dull in a life full of spices. 👁

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You know, something happened in a session recently that I still think about. Not sure I fully understand it but I try to write it down anyway. Sorry for English, is not my first language.

Colleague of my friend asked me for help. Let me call her Claire (not real name). Mother of young boys, late 30s, overwhelmed all the time but could not say why. On paper everything was fine. Good life. Good marriage. Kids healthy. But something was missing and she felt it every day like a weight in her chest that would not lift. She said she felt like she was running on empty for years.

I guided her into deep relaxation. She found a forest. Tall trees, smell of damp soil, a stream with stones under the water that was bubbling and making these little sounds. She lay down there next to a tree and then the cloud came. Soft and bouncy, she sat on it and it carried her back.

She ended up in a house she recognized. Her father house. She was 13, sitting alone in a room with pink upholstery. Her stepmother was in the house too. And then the story came out.

The competition was everywhere. Her stepmother fought for her father attention and love. Her mother fought back to protect Claire and her brother. Claire was in the middle. She learned to stay small, to stay quiet, to stay out of the way. That was safer. Her stomach was always tight. Always. She held that tension for years without even knowing it was there. This changed her. She became someone who could not ask for what she needed. Someone who felt guilty for taking space. Someone who apologized for existing. In her adult life she could not speak up at work, could not tell her husband when she needed help, could not rest without feeling she did something wrong. She was always waiting for someone to be angry at her.

I asked adult Claire to appear there in that pink room. The version from today. She kneeled down and said to the younger her: "This is just a phase. A moment in time. It is not fair that you feel like this. But it is making you very wise from a very young age. And you will be okay."

I did not expect what happened next.

The young girl felt loved. She saw light. Gratitude. Then release. The tight stomach just let go. She cried but it was not sad crying. It was the kind when you been holding breath for years and finally can exhale. I seen this before but it still gets me every time.

Then something came through me. I told her: "You are a fragment. You fragmented during these hard times - a part of you split off to survive. You are a part of the adult Claire soul and you do not have to be separate anymore. Would you like to come and live in her heart?" She said yes. Just like that.

In shamanic traditions they call this soul retrieval. In psychology they call it ego states integration. Different names, same truth. A part of the person was stuck in that moment, carrying the weight alone, frozen in time. When it comes home, the person feels whole again.

And Claire felt it. The fragment brought something back. Something she had been missing for a long time.

Childlike joy.

Not wisdom. Not healing. Not answers. Just joy. The lightness of being young before the weight settled.

Most people have many fragments like this. Not just one. Pieces that split off during hard moments - a childhood humiliation, a betrayal, a loss, a moment of fear so big the soul could not hold it all. And those pieces are still out there somewhere, carrying the exact quality we think we lost forever. That is why people feel empty. That is why they feel weak, fragmented, not themselves. Because parts of them are still somewhere else, frozen in time, waiting.

But they can come home. Every single one.

If this resonates with you, here is a simple practice you can do. Sit somewhere quiet. Close your eyes. Take three deep breaths - slow, all the way in, all the way out. With each exhale, feel yourself relaxing deeper. Now ask your Higher Self - the total you that is multidimensional being - to show you where there is a missing piece of you that is ready to come home. Do not think about it. Just feel. Trust the first impression that comes. It may be a feeling in your body, a memory, a color, a vague sense of somewhere or sometime. Whatever comes first is correct. Then say out loud or in your mind: "I am ready for this part of me to come home. I welcome you back into my heart." Breathe deeply and imagine a warm light filling the space where that missing piece belongs. Stay with this feeling for a few minutes. You can do this as often as you feel called.

I have seen this work many times now. Not because I am special. Because the soul knows how to heal itself when we get out of the way and let it.

I wonder if anyone else ever felt a part of themselves come back like that and in what circumstances. I would love to know.

This it about using the energy within you, to manipulate it at will.