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Where there is sorrow, there is a lack of love. Tapping the ring finger: deal with facts over fantasy.
I am free of my sadness because I observe it. I stay with it. I suffer inside of it, how I feel. Through the feeling, I free myself of the sadness. To live, I must learn from it. Not habituated to the past: not a prisoner. Fully accepting what was. Turning my attention to what is. Releasing the sorrow into the Earth: balm of the broken. Put it in the seashells. It’s why they’re all damaged. Not by being stepped on, from being told sorrowful secrets.
I used to collect spiral shells from the sand—little ones, no bigger than a pinky finger. People cling to each other, clingy and violent. Missing eyes and hands. Habituated to fear. The slug leaves the shell when it’s too small. Too tight, it screams, its eyes pulled tight to its head. It slithers out and risks wandering in search of a new space to roam.
You will never escape the feeling of total aloneness if you make your home magnificent. Live with the sensation, live with the senses, and live with direction.
Tap the ring finger. Give all your attention to the pain. Sadness is the ring finger. Saturn. Father of Discernment, Discipline, and Time. There is great grief here; you must not run away from it.
Do not turn the cheek. What are the facts? The shells are broken. You must walk or slide away from the remnants. Release yourself of any belief of form. Dogma.
Compassion is to be free of the thoughts of the self. Slip free of your heavy shell. It is a burden, not a blessing. You will never be fully shielded from the horrors of the physical world. Live with it. Love yourself. Tap the ring finger. Release the stagnation. Immunity is a habit. Health is a conscious thought based on facts—the truth of what is and what will always be.
Hold the shell in your hand and look at the tremendous sense of loneliness. Can you palm it carefully without crushing it? Can you place it gently without worshipping it?
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