You don’t need a faraway Church
You don’t need a faraway Church
I am in Newquay and I feel sad. I couldn’t go as far as I would’ve liked to go. Pull off as much as I wanted to see. There are days where my body just can’t do it (for now). And today is a day full of limitations. As I wait for my train sadly I look off at the mysterious and mystical far away far off church in the distance and I realise I don’t need that church.
The light of God is already shining inside. There is no mystical or magical church
No secret practice or dance teacher. There is no pilgrimage. No spiritual trip. That can take you to God.
There is no magical practice or event that can heal me from the sexual trauma I went through
Why disclose it here after all of these years? I don’t know. But I am tired of hiding it. Tired, sick of hiding it. Of course the world and his wife knows. I have had so much help. But I just don’t want it to be a secret anymore. I got tired, exhausted of hiding it. I don’t know. I don’t want it to be a big thing anymore.
I don’t want it to be a big deal. Something about not hiding it makes it less of a big deal
And so there is no therapy. No holistic therapy. No homeopathy. No alternative therapy. That can heal me. No path
No practice no journey. Why? Because the only thing that can heal me is to realise that I am already whole
I am no longer waiting to heal. I am healed now already, whole. Thank you. I am perfect. Cured. Complete
Already now here just as I am
Just as I am now
Thank you


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