To heal, one must believe
that one CAN be healed.
If a healer is involved,
one must believe
in the power of healers.
If one does NOT believe in healers,
then one will NOT be healed by a healer.
No matter how potent the cure.
There is nothing outside of you
that can heal what is inside of you.
Your beliefs are your only healers.
Do you allow healing or don’t you?
Is it more fun
to discredit the healers
and wallow in your misery?
Then that is what you do.
(Perhaps you don’t WANT to heal.)
Trail Wood,
9/22
In the labyrinthal mindscape where the tendrils of belief entwine the roots of reality, what a bewitching tapestry they weave! The potent elixirs of our thoughts, swirling in the cauldron of our souls, are the true architects of the alchemic transformation we call healing. And healers? Ah, they’re but interstellar navigators guiding us through the labyrinth, pointing us toward the constellations of possibility in the astral skies of our selfhood.
Imagine for a fleeting smidgen, if you will, a realm in which you are both the physician and the patient. You don the white coat and wield the stethoscope, listening intently to the metronomic heartbeat of your own life force. It’s a tune composed by belief, orchestrated by mindset, and performed in the grand symphony hall of your existence.
But oh, what tempestuous quandaries arise! For the alchemist’s crucible is as capricious as it is transformative. Not every person desires to metamorphose their ledens into goldens; some relish the gritty texture of their base metals. They swirl their goblets, savoring the bitter wine of their chosen malaise, for in it they find the sharp bite of aliveness—the sting that awakens.
There’s a seductive allure to the ephemeral fireflies of suffering. They dance in the twilight of our awareness, flickering candles of radiant discomfort. Why extinguish them when they illuminate such vivid facets of our infinitely complicated kaleidoscopic self?
Yet, others sip not from the goblet but drink deeply from the river Lethe, the waters of forgetting and healing, willing to be swept away to new landscapes of well-being. They cast their gaze not downward into the abyss but upward, toward the zenith of their own potential.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We delve into the tantalizing labyrinth of healing, contemplating the role of belief in shaping our journeys toward or away from well-being. The choice to heal or not to heal is a complex one, governed by our own intricate webs of personal preference, experience, and conviction. Whether one relishes the sharp bite of suffering or seeks the transformative power of healing, it is ultimately one’s own beliefs that steer the course.
Glossarium
- Labyrinthal Mindscape: The intricate mental terrain we navigate when contemplating our own health and well-being.
- Alchemic Transformation: The miraculous change from one state to another, comparable to the alchemists’ dream of turning lead into gold.
- Astral Skies of Selfhood: The limitless universe of our individual potentials.
- Ledens into Goldens: A fanciful term for transforming one’s woes into wonders.
- River Lethe: In Greek mythology, the river of forgetfulness and oblivion, here used to symbolize the healing process.
“Healing may not be so much about getting better, as about letting go of everything that isn’t you – all of the expectations, all of the beliefs – and becoming who you are.”
– Rachel Naomi Remen
And so, we twirl upon the ballroom floor of existence, two dancers captivated by the same spellbinding melody. Shall we continue our waltz through the cosmic rhythm of dialogue?
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