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Letting go

You finally forgot all the wickedness of your family when even the memories within your cells have been cleansed. It's a long process. It includes wiping away every memory that keeps popping up shouting at you: "Look what have they done to you!" - "Look what you allowed them!" - "Look how blind you were!" The thing is that you did see the wickedness, but you couldn't believe they were so malevolent. "It's family: they can't wish me bad... " In reality: they can!  Exactly your very own parents, siblings, or children can often incarnate very hostile presences. An this is a tremendous reality to metabolise. Within, you can firmly choose to let everything go. Little by little you begin to perceive a feeling in your body, some kind of inner movement, as if the subtle body were slowly slipping out from a tight inner membrane, that was completely enveloping you. And you feel like becoming lighter and lighter... Until you are ...

gathering

This verb means to bring together and take in from scattered places or sources. This is exactly what I have begun to do. It has been a while by now. It is an enormous work!

Yes, because in the almost 9 years, very unfortunate years spent with my schizophrenic mother, that I deeply experienced as a total imprisonment, with no personal space and time... Well, when I happened, to somehow manage, to squeeze in something connected with my studies and research: notes, reflections, infos from some super interesting page on the web... that I wanted to put apart, for some future time of freedom, I inevitably ended up closing it in a hurry, into some clouds or private blogs, because my mother, again, had the urgent and immediate priority.

This meant that I never had the necessary seconds to reflect upon where I should have put the file. The result was that I often forgot I had already written a specific memo on the subject, therefore I wrote it again. At the end, all scattered in far too many places on the web, I found so much material, often written two, three, four times, and always slightly different, that now, that I am finally settling down and I am trying to gather the different themes - each into specific files - it takes ages before I even manage to put together the ones that I wrote multiple times. Literally exhausting.
But I want to have it done. 

It takes a huge amount of time and patience and focused dedication, to such an extend that when I finally  pronounce the fateful sentence: "let's call it a day!" I feel so spaced out from my reality that I need some seconds to recall where I am: in which of the many houses I have lived parts of my life, I find myself now, at this very moment. Disconcerting indeed! 

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