Kemila Zsange
Access your inner wisdomHypnotherapy & Counselling
A millennium has passed. A few galaxies I have travelled. Now I come back to the tank. Silence. I can’t feel any water. “Me and the water are one.” That makes a spirituality cliche. But more exactly, I can’t feel my body. I can only hear my breathing. Every inhale, I feel this blowing up expansion, boundless; every exhale, it comes back to normal, only to be blown up again. I love inhales. It feels endless, infinite, and unlimited. I’m as big as universe,
I’ve always found this word “selfish” intriguing. It’s such an empty word by itself yet there are so many loaded meanings and emotions to it. An artificial word, yet a powerful label.
To be labeled “selfish” is not a nice feeling for many of us so we would do whatever it takes to avoid being labeled as such, mostly, to try to put the happiness of others ahead of our own.
And it’s such a popluar ideal throught human history in most cultures that a lot of people give up what makes them happy to “fit in” the consensus. the problem is, general consensus is just a bunch of ideal, concepts and labels that are all so empty inside.
If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.
If you cannot be a dancer, be the dance.
If you cannot be a singer, be the song.
If you cannot be a successful somebody, be the success.
Who are you? Who do you think you are? Who do you pretend to be?
Who are you not?
Some strange force had me pick out this book from library shelf, or you may say, coincident. I finighed this fascinating book within a couple of days. Such a story of love, beauty, trust, faith, and amazement!
I can’t remember how many times that, after a hypnosis session, my clients say, “That was interesting. I guess I just imagined it. It can’t be true.“
But what if everthing imaginable already exists?
Do you have a voice in your head that criticizes your every move or is it 100% self-supporting?
The inner voice is a habit, but a habit is only a habit when it stays unconscious. When you learn to be aware of it, then it becomes a choice. I’ve learned to catch those inner talks, trying so hard to paint a picture of “self”, either negative or positive, and of course, as you can imagine, mostly, indeed, negative.
