there is a dreamed up schism in the human being – until there is not.
In the illusion it seems to me, there are an infinite number of doors behind which hidden aspects of personality wait, knocking all the while, years upon years, wanting their day in the sun of day to day life. One of mine escaped recently, actually, I’m sure I let her out willingly. She hasn’t seen the world in 25 years – you can imagine the unsettling feel of having her arrive at the party in my head. Can take a while to lead her down off of the table, back into her shoes, and sitting still for a good heart to heart.
healing.
no actually, first, awareness. Oh, hello there, you closeted self. I see you. I see your beauty and your pain. Won’t you come down and let me give you a long and deep look into your eyes? let me see your lovely reflection coming back at me. Let me love you whole and proper, the way you wanted all those years ago. Let me see your talents and gifts, let me hold you without judgement and allow you to be here – accepted, embraced. Even in writing these words, I feel her calming down, I feel her relaxing back into her skin. She came with a message that she was not allowed to deliver and then she was squashed down among all the cast offs. She needed a bit of release – so understandable.
No wonder we don’t like the quiet and wide open spaces. We come to haunt ourselves in these times. I give myself Courage to walk through the haunting with love – for all ghosts are just looking to the light of agape – knowing they do not have to settle for less. This ghost house opens all its doors and the wisps of selves and secrets swirl in the corners in spirals leading up – until the roof blows off and the vortex pulls all to the light – We are part of the ultimate recycling of energy and matter – nothing is ever wasted – refuse is a misnomer – compost is divine.
Life as Improv 
This is a wonderful post…providing light on the little ghost within.. and the song…..just as wonderful. Made my day. Thanks for this..
Thank you so much for your kind words. shedding light on and making light of the little ghostie 🙂
I am soooo familiar with this kind of inner healing work. I love the way you expressed it.
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i don’t think i realized what i was experiencing until I started typing – comforting to know it is a familiar thing 🙂
Oh yes it is a very recognised healing technique – healing the past inner selves. I used it for years for myself (at all ages – whatever age was presenting itself as a stumbling block to inner peace I suppose) and also used it with clients for many years. You obviously know intuitively exactly what to do – give space for the past self to emerge, welcome her without judgement, find out what she wants/needs, etc. Let her express what it was not able to, give her love.
so succinctly and beautifully expressed – ghosts, perfect imagery, all those ghosts in the closet dissolving into That……
Thank you, Kai. All dissolving into that; succinctly clear lobbed back at me 🙂
profound my mystical sister, profound.
Such a wonderful glimpse of your flare seen on the horizon. hello caimbeul, my brother- in your wilderness, breathing the clean clear air of solitude –
Can I say, without shadow or curtain, right out in the open that I admire you. I do. I hardly know you but I love the way you express yourself. Your words, construct, meaning, visual. I smile every time. Unless you’re having a tough time, then not so much. 🙂
So lovely your without shadow and curtain gift to me! I feel a kindred bond – the ghost is of a theatre/performance persona I pushed down 25 years ago. Her growth stopped there so her reappearance has been a bit cart tipping. I read with a keen eye your theatrical and film experiences the past few months – and honor the truth of your words overlapping with my experiences. Hope that film work is feeling more organic to you!