Forwarded from LauraAboli (Laura Aboli)
The tunnel…
Little did we know, that we were born inside a ‘tunnel’, a very dark tunnel. It didn’t seem that way, because it was full of lights and projections and sounds and music.
24/7, 365, the mesmerising lights were shining, the speakers were blasting and the screens were projecting a trillion different images with a common purpose; to keep us hypnotised within the illusionary ‘walls’ of our confinement.
For a time (a long time), the show was so entertaining, so well executed, so convincing, so alluring, that we didn’t think there was anything outside of it.
But the show started to gain intensity and it went from a comedy/drama to a terror movie and it got really scary and constricting and oppressing.
It felt like the tunnel was narrowing in on us. The lights lost their sparkle and the sounds became unbearable, until we finally realised we had been living ‘underground’.
It was painful to realise we’d been held ‘captive’ all our lives; hypnotised by the constant entertainment, blinded by the show of lights, deafened by the incessant noise and exhausted from living in survival mode, completely unaware that life was an opportunity to thrive, not merely survive.
The lights started to fade as we became aware of their purpose, and what was once real and entertaining, became fake and ill-intended. We recognised the hand of evil behind it all and for a while it got pretty dark…
We became aware of the subliminal messages, of the hypnotic images, of the maddening noise, of the constant fear mongering, of the toxic food, air and water, of the invented history, of the constant lies, of the incessant brainwashing, of the systemic indoctrination, of the instigated division, of the engineered conflicts, of the fraudulent financial system and of the political scam, until every aspect of life as we knew it, came tumbling down before our eyes.
Much to our dismay, as clearly as we could see it, others were still caught up in the tunnel’s illusionary entrampment, so for a while it got very lonely and isolating.
But as the trappings of the tunnel lost its power over us, we found our inner strength, our faith, and our guiding instinct, so we set forth on an introspective journey that taught us that ‘the light at the end of the tunnel’, had always been inside of ourselves. All we needed to do to set ourselves free, was to find and shine our light. The light of truth. The light of love.
The light of life. The light of God.
We can still ‘see’ the ‘tunnel’, but we’re not there anymore…instead we’re building a bridge to a new place. Life has never been more exciting.
🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻
https://t.me/LauraAbolichannel
Little did we know, that we were born inside a ‘tunnel’, a very dark tunnel. It didn’t seem that way, because it was full of lights and projections and sounds and music.
24/7, 365, the mesmerising lights were shining, the speakers were blasting and the screens were projecting a trillion different images with a common purpose; to keep us hypnotised within the illusionary ‘walls’ of our confinement.
For a time (a long time), the show was so entertaining, so well executed, so convincing, so alluring, that we didn’t think there was anything outside of it.
But the show started to gain intensity and it went from a comedy/drama to a terror movie and it got really scary and constricting and oppressing.
It felt like the tunnel was narrowing in on us. The lights lost their sparkle and the sounds became unbearable, until we finally realised we had been living ‘underground’.
It was painful to realise we’d been held ‘captive’ all our lives; hypnotised by the constant entertainment, blinded by the show of lights, deafened by the incessant noise and exhausted from living in survival mode, completely unaware that life was an opportunity to thrive, not merely survive.
The lights started to fade as we became aware of their purpose, and what was once real and entertaining, became fake and ill-intended. We recognised the hand of evil behind it all and for a while it got pretty dark…
We became aware of the subliminal messages, of the hypnotic images, of the maddening noise, of the constant fear mongering, of the toxic food, air and water, of the invented history, of the constant lies, of the incessant brainwashing, of the systemic indoctrination, of the instigated division, of the engineered conflicts, of the fraudulent financial system and of the political scam, until every aspect of life as we knew it, came tumbling down before our eyes.
Much to our dismay, as clearly as we could see it, others were still caught up in the tunnel’s illusionary entrampment, so for a while it got very lonely and isolating.
But as the trappings of the tunnel lost its power over us, we found our inner strength, our faith, and our guiding instinct, so we set forth on an introspective journey that taught us that ‘the light at the end of the tunnel’, had always been inside of ourselves. All we needed to do to set ourselves free, was to find and shine our light. The light of truth. The light of love.
The light of life. The light of God.
We can still ‘see’ the ‘tunnel’, but we’re not there anymore…instead we’re building a bridge to a new place. Life has never been more exciting.
🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻
https://t.me/LauraAbolichannel
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Truth. Faith. Freedom.
Hazzy sundown to end a very warm September day 5/9/23 👀❤️👍🙏🏻😄
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Not my words .The mirror…
We stood infront of the mirror and for the longest time, our reflection was all there was. A physical presence in the form of a womam or a man, (yes, there are only two genders), a material presence, a living, breathing organism in human form. Different shapes, different sizes, different colours, but a human after all.
But one day we looked in the mirror and wondered who the person staring back really was. Where did we come from? Why where we here? What is the purpose? Why so much fear?
We started to feel there was more than what our eyes could see, more than what our ears could hear, more than what our touch could sense. Other layers, other dimensions, other aspects that we had ignored, that were patiently waiting to be ‘seen’, to be ‘sensed’, to be acknowledge, to be known.
Staring at the mirror didn’t do it anymore, the senses had to be quietened in order for us to ‘hear’, our eyes closed hoping we would ‘see’, our mind set aside for our heart to speak and our ego put in its place for our soul to take the lead.
The person in the mirror for the first time understood, that what was not being reflected was actually holding the truth.
The truth of our existence, the truth of who we are, the truth of our condition, the truth of our own light.
So we now smile at the mirror in acknowledgement of what we cannot see and we wink at our reflection for our soul to greet.
🙏🏻❤️😊
We stood infront of the mirror and for the longest time, our reflection was all there was. A physical presence in the form of a womam or a man, (yes, there are only two genders), a material presence, a living, breathing organism in human form. Different shapes, different sizes, different colours, but a human after all.
But one day we looked in the mirror and wondered who the person staring back really was. Where did we come from? Why where we here? What is the purpose? Why so much fear?
We started to feel there was more than what our eyes could see, more than what our ears could hear, more than what our touch could sense. Other layers, other dimensions, other aspects that we had ignored, that were patiently waiting to be ‘seen’, to be ‘sensed’, to be acknowledge, to be known.
Staring at the mirror didn’t do it anymore, the senses had to be quietened in order for us to ‘hear’, our eyes closed hoping we would ‘see’, our mind set aside for our heart to speak and our ego put in its place for our soul to take the lead.
The person in the mirror for the first time understood, that what was not being reflected was actually holding the truth.
The truth of our existence, the truth of who we are, the truth of our condition, the truth of our own light.
So we now smile at the mirror in acknowledgement of what we cannot see and we wink at our reflection for our soul to greet.
🙏🏻❤️😊
Forwarded from LauraAboli (Laura Aboli)
Holding space…
It’s taken me lots of heartache and disappointment throughout my life, to understand that my innate tendency to want to help people, to make them feel better, to give them advice or to ‘fix’ them, was better served not by ‘intervening’, but by simply ‘holding space’ for them.
Holding space can mean different things to different people, but as I have come to understand it, it’s the willingness to be there for someone through their own process, without judgement, without unprompted interference and without trying to impact the outcome.
Ultimately, holding space is about making sure the person in your life is seen and heard, fully. It’s a form of attunement, an ability to connect to another person’s condition. An exercise of empathy not sympathy.
The challenge comes to those of us that by nature like to fix things, to offer solutions, to give advice, to roll up our sleeve and get involved.
In our desire to fix things, we fail to limit ourselves to simply listening and holding that safety net for the other to process, release, digest, overcome and workout the best way for them to help themselves.
I have helped many people in my life, mentally, emotionally and financially. I have given them my time, my energy and my love and I mistakenly thought that in return, they would always be in my life. But my broken heart is proof that that has not been the case.
It took me a long time to figure out that when you help people you are also inadvertently and unwillingly, disempowering them.
God knows my intentions were noble, but I guess I was not measuring my assistance; I was intervening instead of allowing, counselling instead of witnessing, and acting instead of holding.
What comes of it, is that the other person starts to feel that you don’t think them capable of taking responsibility for themselves, prompting feelings of inadequacy and unworthiness and before you know it, their initial gratitude turns into resentment against you.
Helping people correctly is almost an art, it takes an incredible amount of empathy, insight, perspective, understanding, patience and self-control, to be there for them in a way that is nourishing and nurturing but not constricting and disempowering.
Holding space, I’ve come to realise, is the only way to truly be there for someone. Holding space says; ‘I’m here for you if you need me, but I know you can get out of this by yourself, so let me just listen without judging, let me share your grief to lighten it and let me hold this safe space for you so that you can feel that you are not alone. Let me witness your recovery so I can be proud of you and what you have achieved.’
I finally learned my lesson, I finally understood that my intentions were in the right place, but my delivery needed to change.
I share my experience in the hope that we may all become better at helping one another. At this time of transformation, we’re all going to have to learn to hold space.
❤️❤️❤️
https://t.me/LauraAbolichannel
It’s taken me lots of heartache and disappointment throughout my life, to understand that my innate tendency to want to help people, to make them feel better, to give them advice or to ‘fix’ them, was better served not by ‘intervening’, but by simply ‘holding space’ for them.
Holding space can mean different things to different people, but as I have come to understand it, it’s the willingness to be there for someone through their own process, without judgement, without unprompted interference and without trying to impact the outcome.
Ultimately, holding space is about making sure the person in your life is seen and heard, fully. It’s a form of attunement, an ability to connect to another person’s condition. An exercise of empathy not sympathy.
The challenge comes to those of us that by nature like to fix things, to offer solutions, to give advice, to roll up our sleeve and get involved.
In our desire to fix things, we fail to limit ourselves to simply listening and holding that safety net for the other to process, release, digest, overcome and workout the best way for them to help themselves.
I have helped many people in my life, mentally, emotionally and financially. I have given them my time, my energy and my love and I mistakenly thought that in return, they would always be in my life. But my broken heart is proof that that has not been the case.
It took me a long time to figure out that when you help people you are also inadvertently and unwillingly, disempowering them.
God knows my intentions were noble, but I guess I was not measuring my assistance; I was intervening instead of allowing, counselling instead of witnessing, and acting instead of holding.
What comes of it, is that the other person starts to feel that you don’t think them capable of taking responsibility for themselves, prompting feelings of inadequacy and unworthiness and before you know it, their initial gratitude turns into resentment against you.
Helping people correctly is almost an art, it takes an incredible amount of empathy, insight, perspective, understanding, patience and self-control, to be there for them in a way that is nourishing and nurturing but not constricting and disempowering.
Holding space, I’ve come to realise, is the only way to truly be there for someone. Holding space says; ‘I’m here for you if you need me, but I know you can get out of this by yourself, so let me just listen without judging, let me share your grief to lighten it and let me hold this safe space for you so that you can feel that you are not alone. Let me witness your recovery so I can be proud of you and what you have achieved.’
I finally learned my lesson, I finally understood that my intentions were in the right place, but my delivery needed to change.
I share my experience in the hope that we may all become better at helping one another. At this time of transformation, we’re all going to have to learn to hold space.
❤️❤️❤️
https://t.me/LauraAbolichannel
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LauraAboli
Truth. Faith. Freedom.