There’s just something about storytelling that’s profoundly healing. Transformative.
When I talk about my experiences — verbally or in writing — something gets released. Energies come up for clearing and cleansing.
I usually begin with so many questions. Lots of questions. Lots of confusion.
Often, though, through the act of narrating, a portal opens up. Not long after, I gain clarity. I’m able to make sense of what happened. I’m able to draw my conclusions. Insights are revealed. The purpose is unraveled.
“Oh….you see, I just answered my question!”
I usually find myself saying that — with much delight, I must add! 🙂
Often, all that I need is a compassionate listening ear. Someone to hold space for me.
I don’t necessarily need advice. I don’t necessarily need to hear what I must do. That’s not it at all. Far from it. In fact, I’m the last person who wants to be told what to do — unless you want to be told to f^<k off! 😉
And I don’t also necessarily want the other person to agree with me.
I only want to be heard.
And who doesn’t? Tell me, who doesn’t want the feeling of being acknowledged? Affirmed. Honored.
Especially when Life has been quite chaotic….
Just like what happened to me last month.
Deeper Meaning. Hidden Messages. Bigger Picture.
In my future posts, you’ll hear about the details, the gory details of my horrific experiences.
I don’t mean to make you or this site a dumping space for me to spew out all the toxicity in my system with what I just said.
Not. At. All.
On the contrary, I invite you to join me in seeing beyond the stories. In appreciating the growth opportunities presented.
It was, after all, this attitude and perspective of seeing the bigger picture that kept me afloat all throughout my ordeal. It was what made me keep myself together.
I could have easily succumbed to the dreadfulness of the energies as I experienced things falling apart — every single day.
Oh, I could have easily fallen apart! That would have been quite understandable. Even permissible.
But I didn’t. Thankfully, I didn’t. 🙂
I didn’t give myself permission to break down. I didn’t want to break down. I didn’t want to fall apart.
And I didn’t fall apart, yay! 😀
In fact, I surprised myself — quite pleasantly and with much pride — with how I was able to keep myself together!
Of course, I had moments when I was feeling helpless and hopeless. Of course, I was cursing and swearing and thinking ill thoughts — especially towards my perpetrators! Of course, I was furious! Mad. Fuming mad. Mad as hell! 😮 😮 😮
But doing and being all that helped me to be in a space where I was able to hold on to my knowing that there was a deeper meaning. Hidden messages are buried somewhere in the details awaiting recognition and appreciation. The bigger picture would soon emerge for as long as I keep my attention focused not only on what was happening but on why.
And that’s what I invite you to do when you read my stories. To please see beyond the stories. Read through the details.
But I’m not saying that the details aren’t important. They are.
In fact, the details are just as significant as what’s underneath them because it is with and through the details that the lessons are interwoven.
And through the art of storytelling, the sacred act of storytelling, both the narrator and reader/listener are given the opportunity and responsibility to decipher the messages that are hidden — and use them for their growth and evolution.
Healing Through Storytelling
My recent experiences, no matter how tragic, gave me the opportunities for the expression of a grander version of me. The opportunities to give rise to the Divinity within me.
And as I said in my earlier post, one of my biggest takeaways from my recent ordeal is the reminder for me to love myself.
My experiences and my stories are calling out to be told because embedded in them is the pot of gold that wants to be revealed and shared.
And for as long as we aren’t simply whining and complaining, when storytelling is intentional and purposeful, it can surely be the most powerful path to effect healing and transformation.
The art of storytelling can be the most sacred act that venerates our Soul.
As the stories unfold, as each chapter is told, as each page is turned, each layer that has been burdening the Soul gets peeled away.
It reveals what’s buried behind the mask.
It breathes Life to our Soul Work. It gives Life to our Soul Purpose.
And it isn’t only the story per se that’s powerful or significant. It is also our ability to see how the characters have come out of the story that gives storytelling its most profound healing power.
When we can craft the story that came out of the story, often, it isn’t only the storyteller but the listener, the reader who is also transformed by the narratives, thus, deeply honoring one’s Soul — yours and mine.
😀 ⭐ ❤ ⭐ 😀