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Back to Myself.

A foggy month, a grotto, a chart, and tears – the moment she stopped prosecuting her joy in helping and came home.

Back to Myself

For a month the signal wouldn't resolve: ideas circling, the same words repeating – spiritual work, helping people – and no way to read them. Then a visit to the Emma Kunz grotto, and the fog lifts. Whether the place did it or a readiness that was finally ripe – she doesn't insist, and neither do we. What matters is what she heard, and what happened next.

The strongest passage isn't the calling; it's the honesty about the joy. She loves helping people, and for years she prosecuted that love: maybe it's the EGO rejoicing, maybe I put myself above others – so she forbade herself the gladness. Testing a desire for ego is exactly right; what she discovered is that the permanent verdict was the impostor. The prohibition, not the joy, was the old installation. And when that fell, the sentence that names this whole site happened to her in real time, with tears: I returned to myself. Surfing the Ocean of Truth calls it recognizing your current – this post is what it feels like from inside.

The rest, she says, is for another post. Knowing her, it will come.

I brought myself back.

Today there was very strong spiritual work. I think after visiting the Emma Kunz grotto the process got moving. The place charged me very strongly.

This last month different ideas were floating around me, some thoughts, but it was all a little foggy and I couldn't understand where I was being led. It kept sounding: spiritual work, helping people and so on. Though I'm not a healer, not a shaman, a doctor or a psychologist. And sometimes, when I was doing something, I would see it as if from the outside – as if a camera were standing there, how I would edit it and what I would say.
But I couldn't recognize what it was.
And there, in the Emma Kunz grotto, I heard the answer. My purpose is to bring as many people as possible to spirituality.

And then I went through my path with the natal chart.

“The spiritual theme is yours, not accidental. The Moon's nakshatra Shatabhisha is the nakshatra of one who sees the hidden and knows how to heal through understanding. Not through diplomas and certificates – through the depth of personal experience and the ability to see in another person what they don't see themselves.”

And for the first time I decided to dig very deep. I admitted that I really love helping people, and afterwards I'm always very glad – but then it seems to me that it's my EGO rejoicing, that I'm putting myself above others, and I forbade myself the joy. I was afraid I was a master of “unsolicited advice”. It turned out these are old installations that it's high time to stop. And then I heard words like these:
You're so comfortable and warm to be around
I would call you my spiritual sister
One comes to you – and you simply understand

And so I'm going through my chart, and in the moment I start crying. It's as if I see myself in front of me, my soul – and the feeling that I have returned to myself, found myself. A connection happened. I have never felt sensations and emotions like these. I am definitely on the truest path.

There were many more moments, but I'll tell about them in another post.

Translated from Russian
by Bella

Thank you for reading.

If her words reached somewhere mine don't – good. That's what this blog is for. Take what fits and leave the rest.

– Jan

Where this comes from:

The original post
This post on Telegram, as Bella published it – in Russian.
С нежностью к себе
Bella's channel on Telegram – all of her posts, in Russian.

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Surfing the Ocean of Truth
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If you're new here: these posts come from Bella's Telegram channel «С нежностью к себе». What this blog is, and why – read more here.

Care of Souls
Bella walks the same way in a completely different voice – diary-honest, from the middle of life. Selected posts from her Telegram channel, translated from Russian.