Pain is not the end, it’s the portal through which we cross to take us into even deeper transformation and mastery over our small self. An invitation to walk through our past's deepest hurts and trauma's. A place of the origins of our first separation narratives.
It provides us with another opportunity to transcend into the observer aspect of our being. The watcher. The witness, who can now come forward and aid us in healing the broken subparts of our being. Pain is not where things stop. It’s not the end of the road. It’s the portal we can move through to enable us to grasp something deeper, clearer, and freer with-in ourselves. We don’t bypass pain—we walk ourselves through it. First by allowing it's presence and raw vulnerability. We sit with it. We let it speak to us of the deep hurt, anger, disappointment or the apathy it feels, without letting those emotions define us. After all, they are emotions, not who we are. Offering this pain of ours, our unconditional love and acceptance for all the stories it needs to tell us. We don't try to convince it of anything. Just allowing it to FEEL the way it feels, with every sad narrative and justification being heard. What we can do is stop, drop into our body, and feel. Feel the wave. Let it rise. Let it crash. Let it pass. Without turning it into a permanent and practiced script or a story. Allow it to blame, to shame, to do what it knows how to do best, all the while keeping a cool grip on the truth. We are loved by a source greater than any of the this's or them's that are playing their assigned roles in our earth movie. We are always getting exactly what we need to fufil our divine contract. Mastery over our small self, catapulting us into the higher vibrations of wisdom, discernment and love. A place that is without blame. Not even to ourself. It's all a choice on how we decide to process it. The trap is—looping the narrative, building an identity around the pain. That’s what keeps it stuck. Pain doesn’t ask for a solution. It asks for space. It wants to be felt. Not fixed. Not explained. Not wrapped in a bow and labeled. Just felt. Avoiding it? Doesn’t work. Running from it? Only makes it chase harder. Resisting it? That’s how we multiply our own suffering. It's one of the many ways we make ourselves ill, mentally, physically and emotionally. Whatever we are moving through—grief, heartbreak, fear, failure—we can’t escape it by left braining our way around it. We can’t overanalyze our way to healing. That just tightens it's grip. We have to learn to give it a sacred space to express, so that it can free itself from our body and mind. When we are hurting, we don’t need the next fix. But that is usually where we go, because we just need " the numb. " What we need is our own presence. We need breath. We need to stop thinking and start being with what is. This current pain. Allowing the emotion to rise. Let it pour. Letting the fear tell it's tales of abandonment and betrayal. Letting it pass through us like a storm through the desert. Raw. Cleansing. Honest. This is not easy. The mind will fight back. It wants to understand, to name the villain, to assign guilt, even if it assigns itself on us. But that’s just another layer of pain, another distraction. The wound can’t close when we keep poking at it. True healing happens when we stop making pain mean something about us or them. When we stop trying to understand, break it down, dissect it's origin. When we stop using it as a reason to stay small, stay stuck and guarded. If we decide we are going to make presence be our default response to pain, imagine how that portal will change the game. Not reaction. Not resistance. But full, honest presence. Because the truth is, every time we say, “They hurt me,” “Life’s not fair,” or “This shouldn’t have happened,” we lose something sacred--Our power. We end up handing it over to the very thing we are trying to heal from. Pain is part of the human ride. But suffering? That’s optional. Suffering is the loop. The mental movie we hit replay on. We do ourselves a great service in bringing more transformation and mastery when we allow ourselves to FEEL IT ALL —without gripping it. Without identifying with it. Without getting swallowed. When we are heartbroken, we don’t need to distract ourself or pretend it doesn’t matter. We cry if I need to. Scream if we must. Hit the punching bag, whatever. Let the ache breathe. We honor it--but we don’t become it. When we fail, we face the sting. We admit the disappointment. We don't allow our ego to coddle the narrative that we can handle anything. That we need to be tough. We call bullshit on that. We allow our feelings of failure, for we know that failure is part of the duality and a feeling of calmness will soon be on the heels of it anyway. We just don't know when. This is how we pass through the portal into our healing and transformation. That's how we become more of our authentic and true nature. Free of the limitations and prisons of pain. This isn’t about being spiritual. It’s about being real. About choosing to be alive in our body—not stuck in our mind. So when we feel broken, when everything inside us wants to escape—let's not. Let's Stay. Stay with the feeling. Let it rise. Let it shake us. Let it soften us. And then Let. It Go. This is the path. The way isn’t out. It’s through. Let pain do what it came to do. Teach. Cleanse. Clear. And then leave. No victimhood. No mental storylines. Just presence. Just truth. Just you--Awake, Alive, and Rising. Some high frequency sound to help you through the journey. Peace IN ! Cynthia Spiece 928.257.9588 Cynthiaspiece.com RE-Imagine That! Re-Imagining Our Inner World For World Change. Website Services I Offer Testimonials Pricing Booking A Session
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