Mi ‘goodbye, mi ‘hello’

Siento dolor

Desconfío

Los que me conocieron hasta ayer

Ya no me conocen

A partir de hoy

Todo es diferente

Para vivir de nuevo

Necesito desatarme de quien ya no soy

Liberarme

Comenzar a volar

Comenzar a vivir de nuevo

Déjame ir por favor

No me esperen más

Ya es hora

Ya es mi hora

Ya es mi ‘goodbye’

Ya es mi ‘hello’

Eindeloos moment

Ik loop op blote voeten naar het strand. Stappend op de schaduw van amandel- en palmbomen, schuif ik mijn voeten door het hete zand het strand op. Ik voel de scherpe warmte van de zon op mijn huid, het scherpe licht in mijn ogen. Tientallen krabjes schieten weg langs mijn voeten naar hun kleine holletjes in het zand. Er liggen aangespoelde boomstammen op het strand.

De hemel is blauw, de zon scherp snijdend warm, en de zee kalm als een meer. Er zijn geen golven, het water is helder groen-blauw en kabbelt langs het koraal. Kleine visjes zwemmen er tussendoor gesierd door zwarte, gele en witte strepen. Hier en daar deint een alg. Ik loop naar het transparante water dat net zo warm voelt als mijn lijf, en wandel er in tot het tot mijn middel reikt.  

Kijkend naar mijn voeten, zak ik door mijn knieen. Ik vul mijn handen met zandkorrels, en terwijl ik mijn vuisten dichtknijp, glijden die als pap door mijn vingers weer terug naar de bodem. Het doorschijnende water komt nu tot aan mijn schouders en ligt als een warm, beschermend laken over me heen. Ik draai met mijn lijf en zwaai mijn armen in de rondte. Ik voel de kracht van het water. Ik kijk achter me naar de groene bomen, bladeren, vruchten en vogels; en voor me uit naar de eindeloze lucht, het langgerekte water.

Ik strek mijn armen uit de verre zee in, ik strek ze zo ver ik kan. Met een klein duwtje van mijn voeten begin ik te drijven, naar de horizon. ‘Lang water’, zeg ik hardop. Waar ga ik naar toe? Nergens. Ik ben overal, in volle uitbundigheid. ‘Is dit een droom? Waarom kan dit niet echt zijn?’  

Ik blijf drijven zolang ik kan, probeer met mijn bewustzijn het moment te rekken. Ik geef me over en voel me nederig ten aanzien van het eindeloze alles. Mijn gedachten lopen leeg, vullen zich met steeds minder, totdat er niets meer is.

Mijn eindeloze moment wordt onderbroken door het gebrul van apen op de achtergrond. Ik sta op en, geduwd door mijn ratio, loop ik terug naar de routine van de dag.

Damaged soul

Louise Hay finds a direct relationship between illness (symptoms) and emotions. Following her long list of diseases, cancer relates to deep hurt, longstanding resentment, deep secret or grief eating away at the self, carrying hatreds.

The German New Medicine (GNM) paradigm also establishes a relationship between the onset of cancer and emotions. It defines cancer in similar terms as Louise Hay, as the result of nursing old hurts and shocks, or building remorse.

Getting into more detail, GNM also identifies different types of cancer, or better said, different organs where cancer may originate, and links these to specific emotions or events. Following this list, skin cancer is the result of a loss of integrity; melanoma the outcome of feeling dirty, having been soiled (disgraced or discredited) or defiled (raped or sexually assaulted).

These descriptions sound extreme, considering how frequent skin cancer and melanoma are today. To me, they all apply. In fact, they are interrelated; either one is just the consequence of the other: once your integrity is broken, the rest follows automatically.

I finally understand why cancer could develop in my body.

If damage is done in your childhood, you will become susceptible to any form of abuse, be it physical, sexual or verbal. Later on in life, after having internalized the pattern, a simple attitude, movement, gesture or even a blink of an eye pushes you back to your inconscient memories and reestablishes your victimhood.

It happens over and over again; you lay yourself down on the floor to be taken. You freely allow others to step on you, to beat you and tear you apart. Time and time again, you hand yourself in, extending your wrists to be tight, and to willingly become a slave again.

You never resist; never hit back; never scream for help nor run away. You allow it to happen, time and time again, staying silent, shutting down your senses, accepting your reality as the only one that exists. Each time, you wait patiently for the nightmare to be over and get ready for the next one to begin. In your sympathetic nervous system there is no place for a flight-or-fight respone; there is only freeze.

The pattern repeats itself for the rest of your life. You are incapable of building relationships without taking the underdog position, in which you do not allow the other to tell you what to do, or to bluntly criticize you without taking you into account. Experiencing a conversation with someone who is just kind to you without expecting anything in return, becomes the exception, a memorable gift.

Cancer taught me that if I wanted to live, I had to break the cycle.

I cleansed my system. For two years I washed my body with water, green smooties and coffee enemas. I detoxed my mind with visualization exercises, intense yoga and meditation practices. I excercised to sweat and with the help of energy healers I dove deep into the inner world of my true self. I cried for hours, days and months, bringing back to life the child I once was; and I am still crying.

I now have started to learn how to protect my sacred space, how to let go of those I once allowed to invade me, how to transform my fear into courage, my stuck innocence into new learning and my anxious, noisy mind into one that is consciously loving of who I really am.

The cancer is gone. I feel less dirty than before, more worthy and capable of creating something better for myself.

I am rebuilding my integrity, healing my living body and repairing my damaged soul. The process may be long, but there is no way back; I will never be the same again.

Somewhere between Managua and La Havana

For those

Who take a direct flight from Managua to La Havana

On their way back to the old continent

And have a stop-over in Cuba

For those

Who feel desperate and fearful  

Of what will happen

When nature’s freedom of joy is exchanged for man-made rules of law

When the rhythms of the earth become senseless tones of authority

When timeless lushes of wilderness are replaced by cold perfections of calculated towns  

I give you my word:

After exactly one hour and 12 minutes flying through the dark night

Somewhere between Managua and La Havana

You take a look at your left

You will see her there

Your full moon

Surrounded by millions of stars

There she is

Your bright yellow balloon of fire

Waiting for you

Reach out to her

She will reach out to you

Listen to her

She will speak to you

Trust her

She will stand by you

Accompany you

All the way down

Once you found her

You can call on her anytime

She will always help you

Generously

To find that simple thing that you forgot:

Your personal way

Your way

Your way

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