Thank you so much! I appreciate you taking the time to read it, and I’m glad the piece resonated with you in that way 🙏 That balance between heaviness and clarity is exactly what I was aiming for.
Alexis, this is a fantastic and deeply captivating piece! Thank you so much for sharing your journey; it's not always easy translating mystical experiences into words, but I so enjoy hearing about other people's insights and paths.
I particularly relate to the phenomenon of crying without knowing exactly why, as if remembering something I can't quite put my finger on. Like you, I don't think it's always related to the incident at hand, but somehow it triggers something deep within. Your description of your hands rising, unprompted, is something I’ve also experienced, but I have never practiced the Silva Method.
I had some similar experiences and synchronicities that unfolded around the time I read Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah. That was a particularly magical season in my life, filled with moments "that didn't make sense until they did".
I'm really looking forward to the rest of this series!
Thank you so much for this generous and resonant comment, Kris! I’m really moved that the piece spoke to you, especially that deeper layer of emotion you described. “Crying without knowing exactly why” captures it perfectly. There’s something mysterious and healing in those moments when we tap into an old knowing or ache we didn’t realize we were carrying.
I read Illusions and Bach's "Seagull..:" book ages ago, both in Spanish, and they definitely left a mark, although I would need a refresher. And yes… those “didn’t make sense until they did” seasons have a way of rewriting us, don’t they?
So glad to have you're following along for the rest of this series 🙏
I really enjoyed reading this. Partly because there are experiences in there that I recognise. The contexts, countries and stories are different but those moments when you tap into something much more extraordinary than your intellect can reason with. But I also enjoyed it because it is beautifully written. Thank you!
I love what you said about tapping into something beyond what the intellect can reason with. It’s incredible how those moments seem to transcend place or circumstance, yet feel unmistakably familiar when we encounter them. I’m really glad the piece resonated with you... and honored by your kind words about the writing!
And talking of synchronicity I spent my weekend here in a little cottage by the Isle of Skye, writing a little ditty about my first stumble off the mountain. And into a monastery. Perhaps I could share it with you?
I love that you brought that up, Sara. I had a very similar impression back then. Silva always had this pragmatic, businesslike edge to it… like manifestation with a clipboard 😄. But there was something in it, the focus, the visualization, the body scanning, that planted a seed. I think we absorb what we need at the time, even if it takes years to bloom. Grateful it resonated, and curious what it might stir in you now if you revisit it
Thoughtful and unexpectedly uplifting. Loved it!
Thank you so much! I appreciate you taking the time to read it, and I’m glad the piece resonated with you in that way 🙏 That balance between heaviness and clarity is exactly what I was aiming for.
Alexis, this is a fantastic and deeply captivating piece! Thank you so much for sharing your journey; it's not always easy translating mystical experiences into words, but I so enjoy hearing about other people's insights and paths.
I particularly relate to the phenomenon of crying without knowing exactly why, as if remembering something I can't quite put my finger on. Like you, I don't think it's always related to the incident at hand, but somehow it triggers something deep within. Your description of your hands rising, unprompted, is something I’ve also experienced, but I have never practiced the Silva Method.
I had some similar experiences and synchronicities that unfolded around the time I read Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah. That was a particularly magical season in my life, filled with moments "that didn't make sense until they did".
I'm really looking forward to the rest of this series!
Thank you so much for this generous and resonant comment, Kris! I’m really moved that the piece spoke to you, especially that deeper layer of emotion you described. “Crying without knowing exactly why” captures it perfectly. There’s something mysterious and healing in those moments when we tap into an old knowing or ache we didn’t realize we were carrying.
I read Illusions and Bach's "Seagull..:" book ages ago, both in Spanish, and they definitely left a mark, although I would need a refresher. And yes… those “didn’t make sense until they did” seasons have a way of rewriting us, don’t they?
So glad to have you're following along for the rest of this series 🙏
I really enjoyed reading this. Partly because there are experiences in there that I recognise. The contexts, countries and stories are different but those moments when you tap into something much more extraordinary than your intellect can reason with. But I also enjoyed it because it is beautifully written. Thank you!
I love what you said about tapping into something beyond what the intellect can reason with. It’s incredible how those moments seem to transcend place or circumstance, yet feel unmistakably familiar when we encounter them. I’m really glad the piece resonated with you... and honored by your kind words about the writing!
And talking of synchronicity I spent my weekend here in a little cottage by the Isle of Skye, writing a little ditty about my first stumble off the mountain. And into a monastery. Perhaps I could share it with you?
Lovely. Making space. so true.
I love that you brought that up, Sara. I had a very similar impression back then. Silva always had this pragmatic, businesslike edge to it… like manifestation with a clipboard 😄. But there was something in it, the focus, the visualization, the body scanning, that planted a seed. I think we absorb what we need at the time, even if it takes years to bloom. Grateful it resonated, and curious what it might stir in you now if you revisit it