Maybe something happened and it was too much but your mind does not remember what, though your body and your heart do.
But if that’s the case, how would you know that it is the case? Maybe your body and heart just hurt, without any historical reason. I don’t know why you flinch away like you are being assaulted. I don’t know why you walk down the wide street bellowing the hurt out (although I am glad for further proof that the people in Midtown Manhattan are willing to ignore most anything). I don’t know why it feels like trauma to you. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t. Point is: we don’t know. Point is: why assume the worst? Point is: why choose drama when you could just focus on the symptoms?
This is not helpful. It is what is, even if one cannot say what it is. One should be able to tell someone what it feels like and be listened to. One should be able to tell someone what it feels like and be believed that it feels like that and not pestered with explanations that make no sense to one inside these feelings, that feel like being attacked and bullied and forced and hurt, that feel like a cruel control — like abuse; not like brain chemistry or the bad bounce of a daytoday chagrin.
And yet it must be admitted that you do not know.
But that’s no reason not to treat the situation like trauma.
But how do you heal a trauma you cannot reach, nor even verify?
If a bomb kills all your family except for you and you are left without limbs, it is hard to be happy. Those sorts of things are worse than what we’re talking about here.
There’s a lot of things worse than what we are talking about here. But we should still admit that there’s a problem and seek to address it. Just because a sickness is not the very worst possible sickness is no reason not to treat it.
Still, one should remember one’s fortunes. One should remember how we all hang on this slender silver thread. If we are lucky, the thread’s sturdiness lasts long enough for us to be with our grandchildren still safe and sound in a world they’ve got the tools to manage. But bombs and guns and lies tear people apart, snap the threads and steal smiles. And so one never knows. And so one should be grateful for every moment of relative security and the opportunity to learn and grow and explore. And so we should all fight for equality under the law, open and free society, a just, competent, well-intentioned, and good-humored government.
Trauma that has buried in deep and spread out wide can keep you from your best life. You should do something about it.
Breath into your navel, let the Light in at your shoulders, neck, head, chest, gut, navel, sex, backside. Push out from within. Your conscious space extends infinitely in all directions and it is overflowing with Pure Love / Godly Light. You have the space you need. And with space comes time. Outside of timespace, you extend infinitely in every direction — including the temporal one.
Gentle. Be kind. Be gentle.
It hurts in your pit. That’s OK. Tell the hurt that it is OK, that everything is OK, that it can hurt if it needs to, that everything is OK.
Listen to your heart.
Be kind. Accept where you are. Accept both the kind joy exploding through all things and the deep-broken heart.
Ask the Light to fill you. Ask for the Kindness that overflows all vessels, that heals all wounds, that makes friends of foes and helpers of hiders. Sit up straight. Be glad that God loves you, that Love is Real. Ask God to guide you, to carry the whole of you to where you can best serve yourself and everyone. Ask God to heal the hurt, forgive whatever went wrong, and help you live your best life.
Relax. Relax your shoulders.
OK, maybe that’s enough for today.
Author: Captain John Terrible
Editors: Bartleby Willard & Amble Whistletown
Producer/Copyright: Andy Watson