To: K-list
Recieved: 2000/07/05 07:36
Subject: Re: [K-list] Breaking up is hard to do.
From: Wim Borsboom
On 2000/07/05 07:36, Wim Borsboom posted thus to the K-list:
Dear CJ, (and El)
What a very good response you wrote.
It supports the clarification that I gained after a period some time ago
when I thought I was the victim: " Believing that I was the victim"....
acting accordingly, playing it for all it was worth... acting it out,
believing it was me... not the actor.
Also, quite a while ago on this list, I thought I was the subject of a gang
attack... somehow I saw some light...
And it could be that I look like someone who writes or acts like someone
that starts an attack that may escalate into a gang attack, or it looks like
that I participate in it... some ppl. told me to cool it... which I think I
did... and I hope I did...
Of course from my perspective I am loaded with good intentions..., I even
think that I say things just right...
Of course from the perspective of the victim the whole world (except for the
other victims or underdogs in it) is out there to get them... to pop their
balloon, their bubble...
Sometimes and somewhere there falls a crack in that protective shell,
through which the "hero of victims" sees some light... have seen it happen
often enough...
The bubble. Yes, this is a cliche, but then the walls of that bubble are
plastered with cliches., the bubble that a victim lives in, does not allow
for cracks, not one. The bubble starts out like a soap bubble, a fairy tale
world of inner glow, but the fairy is a scared little being, look at the
sorrowful glimmer of hope in its eyes. Slowly and over time, beautiful
sayings of hope are stuck on the inside of the walls, slowly the light that
comes from outside cannot enter any more. The number of beautiful consoling
posters increases, angel cards, love cards, get well cards, expressions of
sympahy. There is a cliche (lovely worded and embellished) taped over every
thin spot through which some light may come through.
I do not know, apparently, how to gently reach in my hand... to extend it to
El... I do love El... I wish with all my heart that she would stay, not to
float her bubble again and keep it afloat, but to reach out her hand, from
her inside... There is a fine line there somewhere, a tab you can lift...
El do not take your bubble elsewhere. .... I know this hurts you again...
how come? How come? Tell us all... your life, your suffering, your's, you,
you, you...
Others will have to speak for themselves, El, you just now, it is your life,
your suffering, your pain.., show us...
There are no victims because there are no winners... This, life, is not a
game.... this life is child's play. Young little gods and goddesses playing,
that play disturbed a long time ago.
Love, Wim
------------------------------------------------------------------------
962812907/
------------------------------------------------------------------------
DISCLAIMER!
Home | Archive Index | Search the archives | Subscribe
K. List FAQ | Kundalini FAQs | Signs and Symptoms | Awakening Experiences | K. list Polls | Member Essays | Meditations | List Topics | Art Gallery | Cybrary | Sitemap | Email the moderators.
symbol.