HEAL: Help Elevate Another Life!

I looked at her face and realized she didn't look good. There was sadness lurking in the eyes, a bit of coldness, a lot sometimes, and then she smiled... Oh my God! I couldn't believe she's the same woman I had been staring at. She looked radiant and beautiful! What a transformation!

We are all born to smile often, laugh more and cry and pour our heart out when we feel hurt or are in pain, what we aren't born to do is offload our anger and frustration onto others, especially our children.

No one should bear the brunt and consequences of our hurt.

We are born to sort ourselves out. We are born to figure ourselves out. We are born to carry out our heart's intentions. Our hearts are made to heal ourselves and others.

Do you know what's the full form of HEAL?

Help Elevate Another Life!

So, helping is all we can do. We can only extend our hands and hearts, but the step towards one's own heart is to be taken by the person themselves.

All of you, who are in the field of healing, please remember to help and support until required, after that just let go. Clinging isn't your work; liberation is.

And those who seek help, please remember, you are the one with magic, no one has or can grant you your Magic. Hence seek help with an intent and courage to unearth and discover yourself.

Accept who you are right now and then begin your adventure to become how you'd like to be. Don't cling to those who seem to have it all in your eyes; nothing is ever as it appears. Everyone has their own self to deal with and heal. No one is exempt from this process.

I hope you smile, even laugh with yourself and your near and dear ones often. Be there for them, hold the space in silence.

There are no quick fixes in life, ever.

So, live each moment as it comes to you and may you smile and laugh often. Adios, until we meet again.

I would like to know your views on my podcasts; please do write in the comments section what you feel. I’ll be waiting for your views. Bye for now.

©Seemma C 🦋

Little Things and Us

Once we feel at one with ourselves, the work within, or our journey just doesn’t end there.

What about our relevance in this world? Finding one’s relevance in this world also bothers. If we don’t feel relevant to the world around us, we begin to question the purpose of our existence on this planet.

Eventually we realize that success, huge goals, climbing ladders to some higher place is a myth. It doesn’t make you happy for long, the continuous climb can burn you out, erode your essence that you found after much struggle.

Working does allow us the dignity of having our basic needs met and that’s important; it can also be an outlet to the many talents that we have. However, sometimes, we tend to stop being grateful to ourselves and to the work that we do. Ever wondered why? Let’s say that love for who we are and what we do plays some role here....

Finding Yourself…

There’s always a war waging within all of us. I doubt if this battleground ever existed when we were kids.

There was space only for magic and stories, for music and dance, for love and hugs—for spontaneity and living in the moment. That space got gradually taken over by the complications of so called growing up, and along with that came emotions and expectations.

The source of the battle within, is outside of us, while growing up we gradually begin absorbing and making it all our own. The mind is crowded with it all and the heart’s space ends up surrounded by barbed wires, forming an arena for battles of conflicts, wars of insecurity, and what perishes in this field is love— love for self and hence for others. However, we are completely unaware of this and blame it all on the circumstances created due to our social, professional or personal interactions.

Whatever transpires outside is a reflection of the wars within which we at first are too involved to register, too involved in fighting to be right and trying to win those battles outside, not knowing that we are wounding ourselves in our hearts....

Silence and Us

“Hush! Don’t speak! Don’t react, maintain peace, stay silent.

It’s better to be quiet. It won’t cost you anything to keep quiet. If only you kept quiet, things wouldn’t flare up. Expressing your anger isn’t the best way to resolve issues, you know. If you are silent, the other person gets to calm down after they have expressed their anger.” This is what we hear time and again. Fair enough, provided we get to present your side too.

Then again,

“Your mother will not talk to you until you admit you were wrong! Go and apologize. Tell her you’ll do as she wants. After all she is doing this for you.”

“Why can’t you speak calmly or just keep your mouth shut! Don’t speak up, your father will get angry, what will I do if he leaves the house in anger! Go and say sorry to your father, only then will he talk to you—it doesn’t really matter whether you were right, he is the elder, head of the family, who looks after all of us, so go and say sorry now. He will be happy and this heavy silent treatment will disappear.”

The same happens with couples, one of them gives a silent treatment to the other for not complying to their way of life. All we hear is "stay silent, don’t say anything—that way peace is maintained wherever you are, however you are. That’s the only way to save your relationship!" they say.

Hush! Hush! And more Hush! It’s all that you get to hear, building a storm of resentment and reactions which lay dormant until it gets a way to boil out—either like a volcano or like the high tides of the sea on a full moon night.

Any relationship where this ship is sailing on silence to maintain calm waters; it’s bound to sink sooner or later. The water can’t be kept calm and silent for long—our emotions are such too. However, one cannot rule out the significance of silence in our lives. Silence can bring in real peace if it’s not maintained as a barter to our feelings and emotions. Silence can foster and nurture creativity, it can heal and help an individual grow....

Self-Esteem…Self-Respect…Self-love. All of these, I feel, are important and inter-related. However, these seemed like hollow terms to me some years ago. I wouldn’t know what these were…to me life was about other people and their approvals, affections and acceptance. Little realizing the fact that being appreciated and liked by myself, was the basis of having a semblance of happiness in this world.

What we are or think we are is what we pass on to our loved ones and others.

Have we ever thought what are we being? What are we distributing in this world?

And I am not talking about money or material. I am talking about generations directly or indirectly influencing the lives of the next gen.

We keep nagging or hollering at our children and adults around us to do this and that. Are we doing the right thing by nagging, shouting and threatening them to function according to our rules and regulations? Are we really engendering responsibility? Are we inspiring them to work on themselves? Or, are we transferring our fears, cynicism, hopelessness and disillusions on to them, telling them that the world isn’t a safe place to be?

A zest for life which we are born with, which is provided by nature to all of us—isn’t that being killed or muted permanently?

What are we inspiring by our actions and words? What are we emanating and disseminating?

So, what kind of adults are we being? ...

...I hope and wish that we all find our spaces in our hearts so that we do not trample upon others in the name of love and care....

We are often reminded of how time is passing us by, how we are losing out on time, how we are wasting time if we aren’t making the most of the time that we have now.

Here’s what I thought about ‘time’— Time and I, never, never have been on great terms!

All my life, I have worked, slogged, with no one to see or appreciate it, and I would make it seem like it really didn’t matter.

I, of course, would always appear chirpy and happy, be it doing something well or making mistakes with such ease as if I’d been especially trained to make mistakes, commit faux pas, blabber, tumble, bumble, and so on. I would always be on the run to catch up with time, and the dude was always faster than me; how I disliked him! Had he had the guts, he should at least have had a talk with me instead of invisibly hovering over my head since my childhood! ....

My Search is On...

So, whenever I question the reason for my existence, I read through what I’ve written and I’m okay ambling on my path, being ordinary, feeling free and very non-significant, but not insignificant. The difference between the two being like I might be like a butterfly, or a bee, or a dragonfly, all seemingly non-significant, yet extremely vital to this system of life on earth. There’s no such thing as being insignificant—even a speck of dust has some role to play here, on this planet that we call home. Every one of us are contributors and important. It’s important to realize that one is here out of one’s own choice...

I ask myself often, "How much have I explored myself?"

I don't like the answer that comes up, "You have barely touched the surface!"

A voice which is very straightforward and blunt, which cannot be kept shut, keeps telling me things I'd rather not have heard, because it makes me uncomfortable. It insists and persists in making me realise that, I have to start from scratch the moment I think of giving up, or becoming passive, or take an escape route.

It consistently reminds me of all that I can be. Mind you, being all of oneself has nothing to do with labels of ambition, dreams, success, or happiness. Weird that it is, it has nothing to do with penance, punishment, or piousness either. This voice, I call it the voice of my heart. You can choose to name it whatever you like....