How the spiritual Journey changed my life…
I am dedicating this to Rachel, my spiritual teacher, my healer, my soul sister, the girl I once called mystery girl at the beginning but now describe as: “the one who saved my life”. I am grateful for every teaching, every lesson, every phone call and every minute you took of your time in order for me to heal from my deepest wounds. I can’t put in words for how thankful I am for you. The passion you share during your classes with others is inspiring…
You truly are an inspirational, warm hearted and just beautiful human being. Seeing all of the hard work and effort you put into the creation of the unnamed work is brilliant and at the same time fascinating.
Before I joined the first class, I was a complete mess. I was heartbroken, shattered from the recent events that tore my inside apart. I was angry. I felt betrayed. I was mad at everyone who showed how happy they were with their current lives. I was angry cause I didn’t have the same.
I felt betrayed from the universe. How come I did good and gave so much of myself to others but didn’t get anything back in return? Am I not good enough? Am I not worthy of being loved?
These thoughts have been on my mind every day. On the inside, I felt something was cracking. It was my soul that was screaming, longing for love. Back then, I used to think that being loved by another or receiving validation from others could heal my deepest wounds and my broken heart.
Why? I never learnt to give myself the validation that I was seeking from others. I didn’t know how to give myself the love that I have given to others. Also, I was never taught that it is alright to break apart, to let the soul cry out its pain in order for the broken pieces to find its way back home to the heart.
All of this, I never showed to anyone. The vulnerable and insecure girl that used to long for attention from others instead of seeing that all she ever needed was herself.
I remember myself saying: “What the hell was that” when I got out of the first class. I couldn’t imagine that the teaching of a morning prayer could change my entire life for good when I think back. Slowly I then began doing the prayer every morning after I woke up.
It became a morning routine. After every class I attended I understood that this was it.
This class, these teachings were the cure to my sorrow. I knew then I couldn’t only attend the program and talk to the teacher. I understood that the unnamed work, the program itself is somehow a guideline to me. Every class I attended brought me nearer to my truest self. I became conscious of the fact that I had to dig a lot deeper to find the roots of my wounds. Healing the bruises that I was so desperately trying to pave over the years would be a very difficult journey I set myself on.
I am lucky to have a supportive teacher I can rely on. One who’s guiding me through it all.
Healing isn’t easy. Healing takes a lot of courage, time and mostly patience. There are days where I feel lost in my thoughts, my body and mind. These are the days where the pain creeps in and stays for a while. That’s okay. Without experiencing pain, without feeling the hurt, without the sorrow we carry along would we even be able to move on?
It’s from our darkest moments and the deepest pain that we grow and become wiser.
Every emotion that we feel is essential in order for us to heal. Moving on might break us but eventually it also brings us a step closer to who we truly are. It brings us to our truest self.
That’s exactly what the unnamed work is about. The spiritual journey has completely changed my life.
Now I’m grateful and beyond happy I attended the other classes of the unnamed program. To get a glimpse of the law of attraction and attending the classes have been a lifetime experience to me and shifted my life into a positive one.
