Love was a weapon used against me since my formative years. It’s all I have known.
It changes you when someone hurts you while they tell you they love you.
You associate love with pain.
Do you know what pain is? It took me so long to figure this out. Pain is just magnified discomfort AND a lack of comfort. You can have both at the same time. This is a lesson I had to learn. It took me 42 years to learn it. Once I figured this out, I could turn down the discomfort and (that “and” is important), I could turn up the comfort.
This knowledge is priceless. And it is against my ethics to not pass it on and share it. The world needs to know all I have learned. Because this is knowledge not birthed in a lab or controlled environment.
No. This is knowledge that was birthed in the field, by the Healer, while it enfolded. My philosophical brain and Buddhistic nature couldn’t help but pull it apart and analyze it. And all that I learned, it got me through. Knowledge truly is the way, the truth, and the light. No man reaches enlightenment, but through knowledge. This knowledge.
This is not THE ONE road that leads to enlightenment, transmutation, love. This is simply MY road. It cannot help everyone. But it CAN help many. Even if it helped just one, I would share it with as much passion an enthusiasm.
In truth, I write this for my children. Emily. Daniel. Elizabeth.
Broken was for me.
Finding Me is for them.