Tag: clarity

Imbalance

The places where imbalances arise that are then railroaded in the name of maslaha (making peace between others by bringing benefit to a matter or preventing harm) are also the very same places injustices can be birthed. To railroad people is to shut process down and imbalances are a sign going against that, as space is needed for truth to sprout through ripe.

One example of how this happens is bringing a person who wronged another and the wronged party together on equal footing. (Key words equal footing) they’re not the same! You can not invite the wrong doer and the wronged person to the same party with the same invitation. (And if you can’t even differentiate between them, you have no business doing or initiating maslaha in the first place )

To do so is to appeal to the ego of the wrongdoer and invalidate the honour and haq/truth/rights of the wronged. 

The very essence of commandments and prohibitions in Islam is embedded in the concept of maslaha. Imagine then our strategy of its implementation allowing injustice in.

I value the “thin line” between things because often it’s there we receive understanding and clarity.

Checkmate

I couldn’t truly love myself not until I realised & accepted the true reason behind why I was afraid to.

I find serenity in the type of melancholy that accompanies this realisation and around this sudden charge of courage I feel, that wants to go ahead….

Go ahead and love myself in spite of the subconscious fears that have sabotaged and unconsciously shut me off. Go ahead and love myself inspite and in awareness of those fears that promise me loss.

To Switch up on all that switched you off, trust the process of what divine love turns a light towards…trust the wisdom behind divine will that intends that light to become yours. 

 

Reunion with my heart….till death do us part

When I first learnt that the language of the psyche is fear it altered how I related to and identified with my thoughts. When I learnt that the language of the emotional body is pain.  It redefined how I view and treat my feelings. It gave me understanding and a new sense of patience where before I met it with discomfort and intolerance.

I have to say I was most awestruck by being guided to understand the language of my heart. It’s been a mixture of gratitude and wonder getting to know the language it communicates to me through. I’ve always experienced it, I just didn’t know how to precieve it consciously for what it is and not knowing that meant I was also prone to not listen to it. Not unless it could blast through and silence fear and not unless it could by pass pain so that I don’t feel.

What a daunting task for my heart to over come in order to make itself heard by me. What’s truly merciful and charitable is despite this unconscious, irrational low-key subduing  task presented to it. The language of the heart was decreed in such a way that it could work with and even around someone like me.

Knowing the language of the heart is felt perception has changed my life. The second that lightbulb went on I felt ushered into a new dimension the kind that I want to stay in forever.

Through felt perception the heart manages to whisper in ways that pose competent challenges to the psyches language of fear. It also manages to soothe through ease the emotional bodies language of pain.

This is its humanitarian way of meeting the task I set for it. Through this leniency I see the vastness of love and wisdom placed in the human heart.

Through felt perception the heart communicates things that have power to melt away illusion and to provide a hoverboard of nurturing care that ensures one lands in the midst of pain whole.

It is one thing to understand that the heart has a will of its own and another to experience how that will takes form.

It may sound crazy but I think I heard my hearts voice. Not through sound but through feeling. It felt like an earnest yet assured plea and it felt like It was at a cross road of a make or break concerning me. As if it was experiencing its last chance, clinging firmly to a thinning thread of hope, wanting me to come back to it, wishing  I would.  I felt something get activated in my heart and in that moment I didn’t just feel but it was like I saw. 

I’ve been in a strange daze ever since this happened. Its like a reunion took place and I felt deeply committed. Committed to the heart that I devalued. Happy for a second chance and grateful for its immense unconditional love. 

I understand your language now and listening is as important to me as the air that I breathe. 

I’m surprised a reunion took place because I was never aware I even left.

If its signed its mine

Dont extract meaning from what others do.  Extract it from what  you do or don’t do. In that lies valuable information for you. In that you find your signature and where your signature exists, care for the story that preceded it. 

Every thing you ever need to know is inside of you. You are a vast vault with meaning. Don’t by pass your vault to busy yourself with others.