My Sacred Space

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Come with me as I show you my sacred space, a place where I spend time reflecting, healing and working on my inner self.   The entrance for you, you will never find; it is only because I guide you that you can pass through this violet plush ve...

Come with me as I show you my sacred space, a place where I spend time reflecting, healing and working on my inner self.

 

The entrance for you, you will never find; it is only because I guide you that you can pass through this violet plush veil.

Feel the softness as it caresses your face and body as we pass through. Its tenderness shows you there is safety here in this circular space.

 

You will see as you look around, the many carousel shelves that line the room. They hold the many books that I have read and that have helped me along my journey. You will see there are also knick-knacks and valuable tools that adorn the shelves as well.  They are all visible reminders of how far I have come and they are at my disposal to use whenever I need them.

 

There have been times in my life, that when dealing with things of my past, have been most difficult. Come now, I will show you the process that I follow for inner healing.

 

Over here between the two of the carousel shelves is my cheval glass. It’s a beautiful full-length mirror sitting in this lovely stand.  

When I feel that something is just not right, when I get that feeling in my gut that I have been there before and become overwhelmed with emotions, I stand here. As I touch the golden stand and gaze before the glass, the reflection, taken from my mind’s eye, appears. At first the date flashes at the top, then the memory begins to unfold.

I can also use this glass to contemplate decisions that I need to make. Anywhere my mind takes me, it will reflect.

 

As I view my cheval glass, I step back; I take a seat in my rocking chair. I watch intently, taking everything in. I watch it. I feel it. I relive every second. It can be very painful at times. If at any moment I need help, help is here. Everything I ever need; my books, my tools, my reminders. Even a box of tissues sits here beside me for all of my tears, and my runny nose. There is a lot of healing through tears and snot. At times, I fill this wastebasket beside me. Yes, a lot of tears. 

 

I rock myself and comfort my little girl. I hold her, hug her, I talk to her and let her know I am here for her. We grieve together for all the pain she has experienced. 

 

There are times that I write. This note pad and pen here beside me is always ready. If there are any feelings I need to get out, or think through, I write. I write as long as it takes, and as many times as it takes. The answer is always within me.

 

After I finish, I crumple up what I have written and throw it in the wastebasket. I then take the wastebasket over to the stove, open it up and throw in the used tissues, and written pages. It is my ritual of letting go.  I light it and watch it burn.

 

This is a special kind of stove though, for something happens when the fire burns. Hurt & pain can be very bad for me at times, yet sometimes it can be good. All that enters this stove is sifted through the fire.  The fire burns hot to separate everything into the two filters located here at the bottom.

The top filter fills with random hard ugly black junk that sometimes is hard to burn. These remnants of my life have caused me harm. To get rid of them, I take the filter and empty it here in this shit bin beside the stove.  The name is self-explanatory. When I pour those ashes in here, they immediately are sucked down a shoot that goes into a pool of acid, never to be seen or felt again. 

 

The bottom filter however holds memories of importance. They burn to a pure white. I take these ashes over here to the chest on the other side of my rocking chair. This is my healing chest. Notice the huge orb light on top. Its multiple colors swirl in the orb at a frequency that our human mind cannot comprehend, but our heart does. I lift the lid and pour the white ashes in here.

 

There are times that I come in here when I am feeling down or reflective and I sit in my rocking chair. This room fills with marvelous energy as I place my hand on the orb. I feel a magical healing light flow through me. The comfort and healing it emits washes over me and gives me strength to carry on. Even the bad times hold goodness. I am so thankful for everything that has happened in my life.

 

I want to thank you for joining me. I hope my tour enlightened you on how I use one of my valuable tools for healing.

 

My sacred space is my very own. Everything that happens here is helping, to make me whole.

I am coming full circle; returning to my true self.

 

We all need a sacred space.

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