It was 1922, Paris, France ... Colette had published, La Maison de Claudine Sido. I put the pages of the open book across my face to shield my eyes from the heat of the Midday Sun. How can someone write so beautifully and with such passion? Even worse, how can she be a woman?
I hate myself, for being who I am.
I care about nothing. I am young, rich and incapable. The only male heir to my families fortunes - already I am bored with life.
Inside my arrogant world, I secretly wish to exchange my riches for the truly artistic skills and passions of this woman.
I hate myself for being who I am ... I despise my own past ... the past that formed me. If I could go back in time I would change everything.
Being a man in a man's world is no benefit. Our advantage only makes us weak.
We indulge ... because we can. We do what we want ... because we can.
I put the open book down on the meadow grass as I quietly watch the blue sky above. How can a woman write like this in a man's world?
Perhaps woman have the advantage, because they have to be stronger to survive in our self made world ... a man's world ... built for us ... by us ... for our own pleasure and benefit.
Is this a bitter salty tear stinging at the corner of my eye? Go away tear ... I have no pity for myself. Why am I so weak? I wipe the salt from my face as a shadow casts itself across my vulnerable human form.
He was older than me; but he looked strangely familiar. I was frozen to the soft ground of the meadow beneath my body, unable to move. Who is this man, who looks so much like me in many ways?
I must have fallen asleep under the cover of the pages of that book. I must be dreaming. I have to stay calm. I have to waken up now. Who is this man? He looks so familiar to me.
Back In Time
It was not easy to go back in time and face myself. That young arrogant self I thought I had left behind when I changed the skin of my existence. It was the same body; but with a new inner life (I thought).
The illuminated beings who took compassion on me, and who changed me forever, sent me back to face myself. They simply suggested that it might be a good idea to discover compassion - for myself.
Why was I shaking as I looked down at my own face?
Yes! Of course! I vividly remember his fear ... my own fear.
Yes! I remember that day very well ... it was the day that changed my life forever.
Compassion is not something that comes easily. Compassion comes like a thunderstorm when conditions are right. The tears from my eyes fell onto the young man's face. "I love you... " I said ... "I protect you... "
To have compassion for oneself is not easy .. to love oneself and to communicate that love .. is not easy. Through that compassion we transform our own inner world. "I love you... " I said ... "I protect you... "
Yes! I was willing to protect myself with compassion. No one told me how, I just knew how. That moment was the real event that totally transformed my life, changing my inner world.
Our ego dominated self made world externalizes love and internalizes pain.
The young man I once was closed his eyes and fell asleep. It would be many years before he would remember. It would be many years before he would recall the meeting that changed him forever.
The strange illuminated beings simply encouraged me to show compassion.
They pointed me in the right direction ... that's all.
For Time^Travellers compassion is the harmonic bridging their true existence.
[Taoist discourse on Remote Viewing and Time Travel Skills]
I hate myself, for being who I am.
I care about nothing. I am young, rich and incapable. The only male heir to my families fortunes - already I am bored with life.
Inside my arrogant world, I secretly wish to exchange my riches for the truly artistic skills and passions of this woman.
I hate myself for being who I am ... I despise my own past ... the past that formed me. If I could go back in time I would change everything.
Being a man in a man's world is no benefit. Our advantage only makes us weak.
We indulge ... because we can. We do what we want ... because we can.
I put the open book down on the meadow grass as I quietly watch the blue sky above. How can a woman write like this in a man's world?
Perhaps woman have the advantage, because they have to be stronger to survive in our self made world ... a man's world ... built for us ... by us ... for our own pleasure and benefit.
Is this a bitter salty tear stinging at the corner of my eye? Go away tear ... I have no pity for myself. Why am I so weak? I wipe the salt from my face as a shadow casts itself across my vulnerable human form.
He was older than me; but he looked strangely familiar. I was frozen to the soft ground of the meadow beneath my body, unable to move. Who is this man, who looks so much like me in many ways?
I must have fallen asleep under the cover of the pages of that book. I must be dreaming. I have to stay calm. I have to waken up now. Who is this man? He looks so familiar to me.
It was not easy to go back in time and face myself. That young arrogant self I thought I had left behind when I changed the skin of my existence. It was the same body; but with a new inner life (I thought).
The illuminated beings who took compassion on me, and who changed me forever, sent me back to face myself. They simply suggested that it might be a good idea to discover compassion - for myself.
Why was I shaking as I looked down at my own face?
Yes! Of course! I vividly remember his fear ... my own fear.
Yes! I remember that day very well ... it was the day that changed my life forever.
Compassion is not something that comes easily. Compassion comes like a thunderstorm when conditions are right. The tears from my eyes fell onto the young man's face. "I love you... " I said ... "I protect you... "
To have compassion for oneself is not easy .. to love oneself and to communicate that love .. is not easy. Through that compassion we transform our own inner world. "I love you... " I said ... "I protect you... "
Yes! I was willing to protect myself with compassion. No one told me how, I just knew how. That moment was the real event that totally transformed my life, changing my inner world.
Our ego dominated self made world externalizes love and internalizes pain.
The young man I once was closed his eyes and fell asleep. It would be many years before he would remember. It would be many years before he would recall the meeting that changed him forever.
The strange illuminated beings simply encouraged me to show compassion.
They pointed me in the right direction ... that's all.
For Time^Travellers compassion is the harmonic bridging their true existence.
[Taoist discourse on Remote Viewing and Time Travel Skills]
