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July 17, 2014

Don't Be Afraid of Me



When I was depressed and suicidal people always seemed to shy away from me. Even my own family appeared to be intimidated by me and my condition. No one knew how to talk to me. 

I could see the fear in everyone's eyes and in their body language. I could sense it in the energy coming from them.

It hurt like hell. It made me feel rejected, unwanted and overall gross. Sometimes I even wondered if I smelled bad... I used to keep checking my breath by blowing the air into the palm of my hand in an attempt to figure out whether my bad breath was the reason for the apparent discomfort I was causing in others. 

I used to wonder: "Am I talking too much? Am I too self-involved? Am I too self-centered? Why is everyone in such a hurry to walk away from me?" 

But nothing I had ever tried made any difference. The more I continued with trying to please others, the more annoyed everyone seemed to be with me. 

In school no one wanted to sit next to me. At home wasn't that much different. Everyone was involved with their own existence. Mine had way too much darkness around it and no one was eager to have their energy sucked by it. 

Loneliness and the sense of being a burden to others were the closest "friends" I had. 

I was overwhelmed with a sense of feeling ashamed. Ashamed of not having a real friends. Ashamed of always having to be by myself. When I finally got married in my mid-thirties, I remember thinking to myself: 

"I finally met someone who's not afraid of being around me. Well now everyone will know that there is nothing wrong with me. People won't be afraid of me anymore. The women won't have to picture in their heads me going after their husbands. I won't pose any threat to them anymore. Everyone will know that I am normal. Everyone will know that I am acceptable."

Luckily for me, when I finally started the process of my 'inner healing,' I begun to see my old way of thinking for what it was -- a pure nonsense. 

I stopped caring about what others thought of me. I released the fear of being not approved. In order to do that, I forced myself to accept everything completely. I forced myself to forgive and accept the rejection. It was the only way for me in which I was able to heal this old emotional wound that I made myself carry around for so long. I finally embraced myself.

And so here I am today, doing everything I can to assist others with doing the same. I'm grateful for having allowed myself the change from within me to finally take place. I'm grateful for the possibility to encourage the positive change in the world around me as well.

I want to see people not being afraid of anyone anymore. I want this world to be a place where judgment and bad stigmas derived from it are considered to be totally uncool. I want to see people hugging each other more often. I wanna live in a neighborhood where neighbors view each other as extended family. Where no one is forced to lock their doors, or their hearts for that matter. Where children are being raised with love by the entire "village" as opposed to being left alone in front of the big TVs.

Where resources are being gladly shared. Where the diversities are being cherished, celebrated and utilized as an exciting way of learning new things.

I wanna find myself living in a new world in which indifference, intolerance and hatred is just something that we can all barely recall...

Consciously or subconsciously -- this is what every depressed person wishes for.

This is why we get depressed in the first place...

If you're reading this and you're depressed, I challenge you to help to heal this world by starting to forgive and accept yourself, others, and everything around you.

If on the other hand you've never had the privilege of going through prolonged depression in your life, I challenge you to renounce the fear of depression and people affected by it. I challenge you to make their journey of the recovery a lot less bumpy by showing them that even though you can't fully understand them, that you support them. Just keep in mind that a depressed person is a human being desperately attempting to break free from the limiting boundaries created by our human minds.


Little bit about me:


Now residing in Honolulu, Hawaii, Polish-born Elzbieta Pettingill is a former fashion model, author and survivor of depression. She suffered abuse and rape in her childhood, and was subsequently diagnosed with a depression that followed her from childhood through to adulthood. Let down by the medical and psychological establishments, and realizing that only she could change her mind, Elzbieta overcame her depression in her 30’s through a process of conscious spiritual awakening, a story that forms the basis of her book: “Life Realized” – available now on Amazon.com

June 22, 2014

Depression: Birth of a Healer




Have you been affected by prolonged depression, or any other "mental disorder" for that matter? If the answer is yes, then you, my dear are a very, very special person. 

It's time for you to know what an incredible gift you are to this world. You didn't come here by chance. You weren't born in this particular physical body, with those particular genes that made you predisposed to depression or some other mental "issues" without a reason. 

You came here to heal yourself and to assist others with healing. You were not born to lose this battle -- you were born to win it! YOU were born to HEAL. Your existence is absolutely crucial in the healing of this crazy world we found ourselves living in. 

It may sound overwhelming but it really isn't. Besides, if anyone can tackle well the feeling of being overwhelmed, it would definitely be you! A person that deals on a daily basis with depression, suicidal thoughts and all kinds of other mental disturbances, becomes more than proficient in enduring adversities. 

You my dear, are that person, aren't you? 

Your life, and whatever circumstances you found yourself in (created by you, although mostly subconsciously) had prepared you very well for your job. Nothing that happened to you, or with you -- was ever an accident. There is no such a thing as "accident" in the language of the Universe and you, above all other things are not, nor ever had been an "accident". You were never a mistake even though there may have been times when you were made to believe so.

In fact, you were made to believe a bunch of things that was just a crap, nothing else but a pure crap. For example, you were made to believe that you were insignificant and that you didn't matter, but nothing could be any farther from the truth! 

Chances are that when you were little, the good people that took care of you then, always seemed to you to be too busy, and too preoccupied with fighting with their own issues. Consequently, they never took the time to listen to you, to REALLY listen to what you had to say, and to hear you out. By doing so, unknowingly they inserted  a message directly into your subconscious that said -- y o u      d o n ' t     m a t t e r. 

But this isn't a time to blame anyone for anything. Your parents, your grandparents, or any other guardians and significant role-models from your childhood, they all did their absolute best considering the understanding and the awareness they had at that time. 

Now it's the time to alter your beliefs. The time has come when your entire belief system has to be re-examine, and this self-examination has to be done thoroughly. I won't sugar coat things for you: this WILL hurt. In fact, it will hurt like hell! But you, my dear, have been to hell so many times already, you probably can't even recall when was the last time you weren't in hell... Am I right?

The only way that I know of (that worked for me) and which leads out of this mental hell is by going THROUGH that hell all over again, but with a different set of mind this time. This time you will be armed with proper tools. That's why I'm here, to share with you the tools I've used in the process of healing myself. 

There is no doubt in my mind that this is gonna be the hardest thing you'll ever have to do, but guess what, if you don't, things are not gonna get any easier anytime soon. In fact, things will continue to get worse until you'll reach the breaking point and you won't be able to resist any longer the necessary shift that has to occur within you. That's exactly what happened to me. This is what I would tell myself: "If the only way out of this storm is by powering through the very center of this tornado, then no matter how much it's gonna hurt or how scary it will get, lets just walk though it and be done with it once and for all! I'm done with living in this constant fear and I'm done with this constant misery!" 

This storm, this tornado is within you. Some religions may refer to these things as demons, or devils. But all those scary "monsters" are nothing else but your own unwanted, undesirable emotions that have been waiting for ever to be validated. They've been waiting to be accepted, in other words to be loved. And you are the only one who can do that. You are the one that has what it takes to feed those hungry "monsters," in other words those painful emotions that refuse to leave you in peace. 

You start by acknowledging them. To do so, you need to learn to observe your emotions very closely. Chances are that you will need to stop numbing your feelings first. More likely than not, in order to survive, you've learned how to avoid the emotional pain. You distracted yourself from it by engaging in different self-destructive habits such as overeating, drinking excessively, watching too much TV, or even working too much and too many hours, always trying to stay busy, you name it. The habits that are usually considered to be the "good habits" such as working out, working many hours to catch up with the bills, or even constantly doing things for others are the most dangerous of all, because they are the hardest to acknowledge. 

Now you will need to stop trying to run away from all your emotional pains and you will need to learn to face it instead. Next time you'll feel depressed, ask yourself: "What kind of emotional pain is responsible for bringing me down in this particular moment?" Then examine the answer very closely. Are you angry, for example, because of what someone did or failed to do? Watch the anger and try to remember whether this feeling seems very familiar to you. Have you experience the same kind of rage when you were little? If so, who were the people that brought such emotion in you at such early age? In your mind, revisit them. Let yourself feel the intensity of your anger directed towards them, as much as you can. Exaggerate if you need to. Feel the pain without looking for a way to alleviate it. Allow yourself to feel the intensity of the hatred that's in you towards these people that hurt you. Allow yourself to cry, and perhaps even to scream at them, but do it in the privacy of your own room. Don't start picking up the phone and don't start calling your parents or your ex, to let them know how much they've hurt you. With this inner work you are starting to heal yourself from within and the outside world needs to be left alone.  

Take as much time as you need to go through this process, just remember not to remain stuck in this step, and to move forward whenever you're ready. 

The next step is even harder than the first one. Now you will need to consciously forgive that person which upset you in the present moment, as well as the people in the past that caused this particular pain in you when you were little. Force yourself if you have to. I had to. You will encounter resistance, which it's very normal, but don't get discouraged. In some instances it took me days, in other it took me months before I was ready to forgive a particular pain. Just remember, the sooner you'll forgive -- the sooner your healing will be completed. 

A very important thing to remember is that a true forgiveness comes with a total acceptance. You can't forgive if you can't accept whatever it is that you're trying to forgive. You absolutely must stop trying to change things outside of yourself. For example, if your significant other reminds you of one of your parents, and keeps driving you nuts, -- stop nagging him or her, hoping it will force a change. Keep reminding yourself that your spouse is acting the way he or she does only to show you your old unresolved issues. Be grateful then for this reminder and have faith that once you'll heal and let go of that hurt, the situation in your marriage will get resolved on its own. It will. 

Also, remember this; forgiveness takes time. You can't just snap your fingers and declare that you forgive everything and everyone. It doesn't work that way. Be prepared to be tested because you will be. As a matter of fact, as you'll begin this process you will start noticing that things are getting even worse. And that's a good sign; it means you are doing it correctly! It means you are not slacking on your homework. 

Reminding myself that all this pain was temporary and keeping faith that whatever issue I was facing as well as the emotional pain that it was bring in me, would go away soon enough, was absolutely crucial to me. 

When you start experiencing deep sadness, be very glad. No, don't try replacing your sadness with being joyful, or anything. Feel that sadness with all your heart. Be glad -- because that deep sadness you are starting to feel is a very first sign indicating that the forgiveness in you has started to take place. 

One of the most useful tools that helped me with forgiveness was having compassion and trying to put myself in "other people's shoes". We've all done things that have been done to us. The fact is that more than often when we fail to forgive someone, and when we judge that person harshly, we become just like that person. 

If you struggle with letting go of something that seems too big to forgive, remember not to try to find any kind of explanation for what happened. If you were abused or neglected like I was, you will never find a good reason that would explain why it happened. You will never be able to make any sense out of it, and that's OK. Make peace with that.  

The more you'll forgive -- the more understanding you'll have. You don't need to understand everything while forgiving. The understanding and the clarity comes after forgiveness is completed. And with this new understanding it will be very easy for you to see your own set of beliefs, how it got there in the first place, and most importantly how to replace it with a new one that will serve you, and not against you. 

Finally, while going through this painful but also very rewarding process, it's very useful to start teaching  our mind to generate visualizations on how we want the things to be. At some point you will need to stop focusing on what you hate, dislike, and how you wish it was different, and you will need to make the effort to focus on things that you desire, and your focus will have to remain on those things only. 


I wanna share with you an article I read this morning: What a Shaman Sees in a Mental Hospital


As always, thank you for being here. Enjoy the video I made a while ago in which I talk about my experience with overcoming painful past experiences: 




Little bit about me:
Now residing in Honolulu, Hawaii, Polish-born Elzbieta Pettingill is a former fashion model, author and survivor of depression. She suffered abuse and rape in her childhood, and was subsequently diagnosed with a depression that followed her from childhood through to adulthood. Let down by the medical and psychological establishments, and realizing that only she could change her mind, Elzbieta overcame her depression in her 30’s through a process of conscious spiritual awakening, a story that forms the basis of her book: “Life Realized” – available now on Amazon.com



February 5, 2014

How to Reach Enlighten Joy



You said you want to be happy. You said you want to feel peaceful and full of joy and that you want to feel this way all the time, not just from time to time. 
As a Child of God, you were born with the right to such lasting happiness. But the question is: "Are you READY for it?"
Is this really something that you want more than anything else? Is peace more important to you than conflict? Is experiencing joy more important to you than being trapped by sorrow? 
If so, are you ready to let go of things that do not serve you at all, such as ego, which actually stands in your way of reaching true happiness? 
Ego is not what you might think it is, at least not entirely. Then what is it? 
Ego is nothing else but a part of your mind that believes in separation, which doesn't exist. Ego, therefore, is completely delusional and entirely insane. But YOU are NOT your ego. 
Ego is no more than a pure fabrication of your mind. It's a fantasy, if you will. It does not exist in the Real World. You, on the other hand, are real, and so is your existence. Besides the loving God, or Universe (whichever is easier for you to believe in) -- you are in fact, the only real thing in this world! 
You are the only real thing that God (the Central Power of the Universe) created. Everything else is an illusion, which part of your mind (ego) had made you believe in. 
You are magnificent, but your ego made you believe that you are not.
You are indestructible, timeless and your existence is assured for Eternity. Your ego, on the other hand, made you believe that you are vulnerable. It made you think that the possibility of being harmed exists, and that you, as well as your existence can be threatened. 
You are one with God, just as you are one with everyone else you encounter. Your ego fooled you into believing that you were separated from God, that you were separated from love, and from everything else. It convinced you that separation is real. It made you chase after everything you've ever wanted by trying to hide from you the fact that everything you've ever wanted -- you already have! Since you are one with everything, how could it be otherwise?  
The ego had used the biggest lie there is -- the lie of separation -- to accomplish its task of keeping you in the darkness. 
But darkness, just like the ego, isn't even real. The darkness, and the fear caused by it, is nothing else but a fairy tail, narrated to you by the ego. In a desperate attempt to convince you that the ego was indeed real, it made you rationalize: 
"I am in the dark right now and I can't see things clearly, therefore my beliefs of separation must be true." 
But it was exactly because of those beliefs that you weren't able to see! 
You are a Light that shines for infinity, so how could you be in the dark? Everyone knows that the light dispels the darkness, and that it does it completely effortlessly.

And so, as long as you'll continue to believe in separation -- you WILL remain in the dark.

As long as you'll continue to listen to your ego -- you WILL remain enslaved by it, and you'll continue to believe in its lies about who you are and what you're here for.

To believe that separation isn't real, and that's it's just an illusion, is the first step that you need to take to free yourself. Freedom is essential, for without it neither love, peace, joy or any type of true sense of happiness could be truly experienced.

The second step, which anyone who is eager to be truly happy has to take, is to live accordingly to this new belief. You have to keep doing what you believe in, otherwise you won't believe in it. And you must believe in it, in order to experience it!

So when you look at someone else, don't listen to your ego that tells you that the two of you are in any way whatsoever separated, or different. Look at him, or her, as if you were looking in the mirror at your own reflection, because that is exactly what you're looking at! Then ask yourself: "Now that I know that I'm looking at myself, and not someone else, how do I wish to treat this part of me that's standing in front of me?"

If you chose love and kindness, that same love and kindness will return to you, only multiplied!

Same way, if you chose to act with fear and scarcity, for example, that same fear and scarcity will return to you, only multiplied!

And so on and on.

Don't limit your new belief and your approach to other human beings only. Since you are one with everything, and everything includes everything, you must include everything as well.

When you look at the tree, remember that you are looking at yourself. You are the tree, and the tree is you. You are the sky above you, and the sky is you. You are that homeless kitten that is searching for a warm shelter and something to eat, and that homeless kitten is you!

Now act accordingly. Do you wish to stay cold, abandoned and hungry, or do you wish to feel safe, warm and cozy?

Sometimes when you look at "someone else," you become overwhelmed with negative emotions such as anger, for example. It is because you believe that this person, whether in the past, present or future, is going to, or had already hurt you somehow. You feel like you have to protect yourself, and you use your anger as a weapon. But anger doesn't protect you, it imprisons you. It makes you its slave. The only real way of protecting yourself is to be willing, and therefore able to forgive.

When you forgive, you remember that the illusion, in which the person who hurt you believes in, is just that; an illusion. The real person - the Child of God, which he or she is, is not capable of anything else but love. When you remember that, you remember who you really are: a Child of God incapable of being anything else than love in its purest form. 

When you forgive, you renounce your ego. You are literally telling it: "I don't believe in you. You don't exist."

If you don't forgive, you are telling yourself that the ego is right, and therefore it must exist, it must be real. Simultaneously you lose the sight; the understanding of who you really are. You lose yourself.

So by forgiving you do the opposite -- you gain yourself! What you do lose through forgiveness is the false understanding of who you are, that was provided to you by the ego.

The more you practice forgiveness, the more you realize that there is nothing that needs to be forgiven! You start to understand that everything, which you thought was wrong was nothing real but an illusion. Your awakening begins, and through your compassion (forgiveness) you begin to awaken others. Just as if you woke up from a nightmare, you would not try to retaliate in the real world against anyone who hurt you in the dream. It would make completely no sense if you tried. It wouldn't matter whatsoever that the dream seemed very real to you.  

Without forgiveness you cannot experience a sense of peace that can last. When you're angry, can you feel completely peaceful at the same time? You can't. So if peace is what you're after, then forgiveness and full acceptance is your path to it.

If joy, in other words -- love, is also what you're after, then gratitude will help you reach it. When you are grateful for something, you are grateful because you appreciate it. To appreciate is to express love. When you express love -- you cannot help but to feel love!

True forgiveness and true gratitude go hand in hand with acceptance. You can't forgive anything or anyone without fully accepting it for whatever it is. 

Acceptance and love are interchangeable. If you withdraw acceptance from anyone or anything, you withdraw your love from them. Since you are one with everything -- when you withdraw your love from anyone else -- you withdraw that love from yourself. Hence, without acceptance you cannot experience love. Without love, you cannot experience joy. Without joy, you cannot be truly happy! 

When you accept everything and everyone, you express your love for everything and everyone, yourself including. Love becomes your reality. Since you are nothing else but never ending love -- when love becomes your reality -- you start remembering who you really are. 

When you remember who you really are, you remind others who they really are as well. The more you remind others, the more you remember. 

The real you and the real reality is only within you. Everything outside you -- the external world you see -- is an illusion. It's merely a reflection of what's within you. To believe that the physical world you see is real is equivalent to looking at the mirror and believing that what's reflected in it exists inside the mirror. 

In order for you to know who you really are you must renounce the ego (part of your mind which believes in separation). You also must renounce the illusion of the external world. Only when you stop believing that everything your eyes see is real, will you be able to see the real world -- the real reality that's within you. When you know the real reality that's within you -- you know yourself. 

When you truly know yourself, you know that you are one with God and one with everything. You know that you are loved and that it could not be otherwise. When you feel one with everything, neither suffering or scarcity can have any power over you. How could you be anything less than ever lasting abundance if you are one with it? How could you be anything less than never ending joy and love if you are one with it? How could you be anything else than a magnificent Light created by a magnificent God, if you are one with it? 

You are always nothing less than ever lasting abundance, never ending love and joy, and a magnificent Light that shines. If you don't know it yet is because the illusion in which you believe in keeps you unaware of it. Renounce the illusion, and you WILL know who you really are.  

At first, it may seem to you that giving up the illusion of the external world (the only familiar world until now) feels like too big of a loss. But keep reminding yourself that what you are gaining instead is a lot more than what you're giving up. Stay focus on not what you are losing but on what you are gaining. You will reach it faster this way.   


January 14, 2014

Interviewing Vironika Tugaleva, the Author of ‘The Love Mindset’




Today’s post is slightly different. I had the privilege to interview Vironika Tugaleva -- the author of the book called “The Love Mindset,” and which only a month from being published hit the Amazon’s bestseller list!

Since one of my posts called “Overcoming Rape” has been getting many views, one of the questions I asked Vironika was; how did she manage to overcome such tragic event? 

I hope her answers will be very helpful to anyone who needs guidance with overcoming such trauma.

So, here it is:  

Question:  Vironika, your, obviously God –given talent for writing, isn’t the only thing I admire about you. You strike me as the kind of person who’s very profound and wise, and I believe it’s because of your ability to see the connections between things.

For example, in a different interview you stated:

“At the end of the day, I realized that I didn’t need to quit smoking. I needed to quit hating myself.
I didn’t need to start exercising. I needed to start respecting my body.
I didn’t need to stop drinking. I needed to stop numbing my emotions.
I didn’t need to watch my calories. I needed to watch my thoughts.”                                                                            


 How did you learn to see those “links,” those connections?

Vironika: First of all, thank you. Those are very kind words. And secondly, I am not sure that I learned.

In school, I was excellent at exceeding the requirements of a rubric. It was a lovely skill in school, but it didn’t get me very far in life. All I really knew how to do was search out the expectations and then surpass them. There was no creativity in it. There was no passion. I was the model classroom student, but I was not a model life student. I was a performer, not a learner.

When I broke down a few years ago, it was like something had let loose inside of me. Suddenly, I began to see more than I’d ever seen before. I saw, first, the connection between myself and others. This exploded inside my mind, linking together tangled memories and disembodied pieces of understanding.

All I knew my whole life was will power and here was this inner power awakening inside of me. It needed no pushing or replenishing. It was spilling out of me faster than I could get a hold on it.

I began to read more and more. I watched an obscene amount of TED talks and spoke to people about things I was passionate about. I stopped wasting my time with things that didn’t interest me, and I consumed myself in things that made me come alive.

In that state, I began to see connections everywhere. In reading my work, you’ll find many metaphors. I see metaphors all around me. When I go to an art gallery, I see the lives of my clients on the paper. When I listen to a song, I hear the beating of the patterns of civilization reverberating throughout its melody. I don’t try to and I didn’t learn to.

Most importantly, I think we all can. All I am is inspired. The word “inspiration” comes from the latin spiro, which means spirit. I’m simply guided by a part of me that is already connected to everything in infinite oneness. I see connections because things are connected. If anything, I don’t see enough of them. Life, to me, is a giant kaleidoscope of patterns. Discovering patterns sets me on fire.

Question:  You are a vegetarian. Can you describe why you chose this life style, and what impact, if any, this had on your spiritual awakening?

Vironika:  I’ve actually been a vegetarian since I was 14. At the time, it was a peer pressure thing. All my friends were going vegetarian. Wondering what all the fuss was about, I watched a few PETA videos. Horrified, I dropped meat and fish right then and there.

I was an unbelievably hypocritical and incongruent person for many years. I was a vegetarian. I worked out regularly. I did yoga. And I also smoked a pack a day and abused all sorts of substances. I was trying to destroy myself and sustain myself simultaneously. I would have a smoke after yoga. It was quite bizarre, now that I look back on it.

In all my time of being vegetarian, there was a four month gap. A few months before the break down, I started eating meat again. I was in extremely rough shape at the time. My physical, mental, and emotional health was appalling. I didn’t care about my body at all. The drive to sustain myself had faded. I was self-destructing at an alarming rate.

After my awakening, I continued to eat meat. After a few months of self-love, authenticity, and sobriety, I relapsed. I began to think negative thoughts again. I started smoking again. I started drinking again. And then I wound up in the hospital.

Lying in that room with an IV coming out of my arm, too weak to move, I knew I’d done it to myself. In that lonely white room, I very suddenly understood the link between my self-love and my quality of life. As soon as I got out, I made plans to move into a new place, live my passion, quit smoking, and re-embrace vegetarianism.

That was November in 2012. I haven’t looked back since. It hasn’t been difficult at all. To embrace myself in love, I embraced my body and the body of the earth. Once I understood the source of my suffering, I knew it was also the suffering of the world. By turning to compassion for myself, I effortlessly turned to compassion for all living things.


Question:  Part of your painful past was the experience of being raped. If it’s OK to ask, could you please share with the readers how you were able to heal this wound? 

Vironika:  It was trying to stitch up this wound that led to my breaking down in the first place. After the end of a long and unsatisfying relationship, I began to feel strange. I began to remember strange things from ten years prior. I began to see things in my dreams that would haunt me.

My solution, at first, was to destroy myself and run from the pain. I didn’t know what to do or where to go. I didn’t know how to make the images go away or how to ever feel like I wasn’t irreparably filthy.

As soon as I broke down, I went celibate. It was the easiest decision I ever made. I was tired of allowing my body to be used, again and again. The truth was – I felt nothing. I’d been numb down there for pretty much my whole life. I didn’t feel sex like other people, like the people I had sex with.

I still remember looking up into a pair of eyes once and thinking “God, you’re really enjoying this aren’t you? How can I enjoy myself like that?”

I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t stare into the corners of the ceiling while I let my body be taken advantage of anymore.

I promised myself that I wouldn’t ever have sex with anyone unless it was pure and true love. I was tired of being uncomfortable. I wanted a man that I felt safe with. I wanted someone who shared my passion for knowledge, learning, and thinking. I wanted a man who could sit on the other end of a pitch-dark cave with me and we could have the best time of our lives. I wanted someone I could talk to, someone who would stimulate my mind and keep safe my heart. I wanted someone who wanted me for me, not for my body.

To be honest, I didn’t think such men existed at the time. I pretty much resigned myself to a lifetime of celibacy.

And then I met my partner, Jamie.

Without him, I don’t know if I could have healed so quickly, or at all. I don’t know where I would be without his caring, compassion, and understanding. We would get intimate and I would back off suddenly, time after time, for months. Each time, he would allow me the space I needed. I don’t know how he did it, but he kept me safe when I was the most vulnerable I’d ever been.

It took a long time before I could be intimate. It took me going into deep, dark places in my mind and body. It took crawling into recesses of my psyche that had been locked away for years in a desperate attempt at self-protection. And he was there with me every step of the way.

You know, I meet many women who are trying to heal this very wound and they just end up with a deeper wound. They show their vulnerability to someone who takes advantage of it again. It’s tragic.

I don’t think we can do it alone. We need someone there to help us heal, someone who is strong enough to not take it personally and who believes in us enough to persevere when it gets tough. I don’t think it has to be a romantic partner or necessarily a man, but we can’t do it alone.

There were times, in healing those wounds, that I didn’t know who I was or where I was. All I could see was pain. All I could feel was degrading, empty darkness.

When you’re in that space, you just need someone to love you and hold you. You need someone who knows how vulnerable you are and who will protect your body and heart, not take further advantage of it.

I’d love to say that it was my power of forgiveness or my compassion or my wisdom that healed me. But it wasn’t. Ultimately, what saved me was my decision to heal, my decision to have my body be treated with the respect it deserves or never be touched again. I think that kind of decision really does something to a person. It changes your mind. It makes you filter out the ones who will hurt you more from the one who is strong enough to help you heal.

Question:  The word ACCEPTANCE seems to be not as popular in today’s world as it should be. Not everyone seems to understand that acceptance, forgiveness, and love are the same thing -- just expressed in a different manner. How would you make someone fall in love with acceptance?

Vironika:  That’s a lovely concept – falling in love with love. I like to think that this is exactly what I do, and it’s quite simple. It comes down to realizing that it’s what we’re all looking for. A lack of acceptance lies at the heart of all suffering, and aren’t we all out to decrease suffering? Acceptance is the first step on the staircase towards joy, and aren’t we all out to increase our joy?

My favorite metaphor here is the escalator. When we are not in touch with our true selves (and therefore not in touch with life, love, or other people) then we use willpower. This power enables us to run down the up escalator, really quickly! We can run the wrong way so quickly that we do not realize we’re going against the flow.

To stop this madness, we must surrender. We must relinquish control and trust that there are larger forces at play. We must stop running for a moment.

This is, I think, where most people feel uncomfortable. Standing on the escalator? How boring! What of our willpower? What of our twiddling, idle hands?

This is where it gets good. You see, surrender is simply the first step. You must, of course, stop running down the up escalator. The beautiful thing, however, is that we do not need to stop for long. We can run up instead of down.

When we run with the flow of life instead of directly against it, we find a completely different kind of existence. We find everything we’ve ever been looking for, and then some.


January 12, 2014

51 Reasons why Falling in Love with Acceptance is the Right Move



I used to think that accepting something we cannot change meant giving up. 

I was convinced that acceptance and forgiveness were for losers. 

I believed that if I stopped resisting my reality, things would never change. That it was my job to hate my life, and everything in it, including myself, since nothing was the way it was supposed to be. That it was my responsibility to get angry at everything, especially at God, for if I didn't, I'd be letting everyone know (God including) that it was OK to treat me like shit. 

The anger gave me a false sense of empowerment. I had the right to get upset, and no one could take that away from me. Only I could decide whether or not to get pissed off. Only I had control over it, no one else did. That was the ONLY thing I was in charge of... Everything else seemed to be in someone else's hands. It was up to God, whether I lived or not. It was up to the government, whether the minimum wage I've earned was going to be 6 dollars and 55 cents, or $7.25 per hour. It was up to my landlord to fix the broken pipes. It was up to whomever I ended up living with, to make sure I didn't feel alone. And so on and on. 

Then why would I want to let go of the anger, if it was the only thing in which I had the final say? 

Why would I even try to forgive and to accept my reality, or myself for that matter? What for? And let's say, even if I did, could such drastic change of mind deliver real benefits to me?

Well, as it turned out later, it actually did....

Here's the list of some of the effects that forgiveness and acceptance, which I eventually decided to apply, have had on me and my life: 

  • It gave me peace of mind
  • It solved my sleeping problems
  • It scared my reoccurring nightmares away and it replaced them with more peaceful dreams 
  • It made me less irritable
  • It cured my overactive bladder
  • It took away my anxiety, along with my worries
  • It put a smile on my face
  • It made me laugh more often
  • It took away my depression
  • It took away my seriousness and my sadness
  • I was rejuvenated by it
  • I was re-energized by it
  • My life became revitalized 
  • It reconnected me with my 'inner child'
  • It reconnected me with my 'higher self'
  • It made me more compassionate
  • It rekindled my passion 
  • It rekindled my love for life
  • It rearranged my beliefs
  • It soothed my neurotic, always traveling over the speed limit thoughts
  • It put me in touch with all my feelings and emotions
  • It healed my past and my old wounds, and prevented me from being affected by the new ones 
  • It introduced me to the person that had changed my life for ever; it introduced me to my 'authentic self'
  • It took my loneliness away
  • It brightened my world
  • It brought me joy
  • It gave me a new sense of appreciation towards my own self especially
  • It released me from the grip that forming judgment had on me
  • I was freed from the prison called 'what will people think  of me' by it
  • All the "charges" against my own self and the old resentments were dropped, because of it
  • The Universe begun to guide me through my dreams and signs with a higher frequency
  • The people in my life started to show me respect and love, without me trying to force it 
  • It gave me an authentic sense of being in charge
  • It took away my destructive need of being controlling, something which my husband appreciates the most
  • It improved all my relationships; with myself, my family, and my friends
  • It made me more present
  • It made me more grateful
  • It sharpened my mind
  • It made me more beautiful
  • It made me who I always wanted to be! 
  • It made me write again
  • It opened my heart that was previously not only closed, completely out of order, but shattered into pieces
  • It opened and balanced all 7 of my chakras; it made me capable of not only feeling the energy flowing through me freely, but even capable of seeing the aura sometimes
  • It sharpened my instinct
  • It gave me a sense of unity for which I've been longing (what it felt like) for ever!
  • It gave me a sense of belonging
  • It helped me to turn my pain and suffering into my wisdom
  • It showed me new possibilities that I could not even dare to imagine that did exist
  • It showed me what I am really made of -- an everlasting energy that creates everything,  including my physical body, through a process known as thinking
  • It showed me what love really is
  • To summarize; it had changed me, and with that -- it changed my life!  

January 3, 2014

Here's What I did that Changed my Life for Better





(An excerpt from my book 'Life Realized')

To Make Dreams Come True
(Page 298)       
.....            I was at the airport dreading the thought of embarking the plane. This wasn’t because I was afraid of flying. Terrorists’ attacks had never intimidated me either. The real terror I’ve been trying to avoid for so long was in finding myself back home. Facing my family after all these years, completely broke financially, and after all still pregnant, could not be easy. I didn’t want to go there and yet I was headed that direction. Nobody was really forcing me, and yet, I chose to go there. I wasn’t expecting for anyone to welcome me with understanding since I wasn’t even understanding myself, or my actions. Total defeat and total surrender was the state I was in. Embarrassment, interlaced with the highest sense of insecurity was governing my mood. At the same time I was excited about the thought of seeing my family for the first time in ten years. Some new family members I had to yet meet. Being in such a vulnerable state I was hoping I would find some moral support.
            
My youngest sisters came with my brother in law to pick me up from the airport. Magdalena and Monika weren’t the two little girls I remembered. They were all dressed sexy and they kept giggling at the sight of my amusement with them.

“So, you thought we’d stay little forever?” They were teasing me on our long drive back home. The road was covered with snow and my brother in law; Marta’s husband had to drive real slow. While chatting with my family, I observed my mother land. The cold weather, so characteristic to this part of the world was taking me into my past. Everything else was different; the new beautiful homes everywhere, the new businesses, new cars on the road and even people were less gray than I used to remember. The new population, armed with their cell phones, was giving me an impression of more uplifted country, more in a hurry of gaining what had been lost in the past under the Russian regime. There was no sight left of the Communism from the old days, and it looked like the nation was doing everything possible to make sure that the history would not repeat itself. Also traveling had been made so easy since Poland became part of European Union. You could almost smell a sense of freedom in the air, a freedom that was denied for so long and for which “my” people had to fight for. The fear that used to dominate the atmosphere and the people in the old days was nowhere to be found. It felt good to see all this change. For the first time in my life I didn’t mind at all to be Polish. I was no longer embarrassed of my roots, and that felt well too. I was actually appreciating my origins and this was new to me. I was feeling little bit guilty for not having faith in my country and for judging it so harshly before. I felt very humble. 

 My family welcomed me the best way they knew how. It felt like they were shocked and concerned with my new situation. It felt as if they weren’t allowing themselves to be too affectionate with me. I didn’t feel understood, and if it wasn’t for my youngest siblings, I would have felt completely lost. In the eyes of my older siblings, I was messing up my life and I needed tough love for a wake-up-call. Everybody had their lives put together somehow and according to my family it was my turn to do the same. I was different, I was making them worry and my selfish way of living life was bringing me misery. Being seen this way was like visiting my childhood, like reliving my worst nightmares. I loved my family and I hated how I was never able to feel part of it for real. In attempt not to hurt anybody’s feelings, so I wouldn’t have to regret that later, I decided to keep my disappointment inside me. I was afraid to say anything just like I was afraid not to say anything. The level of discomfort kept rising, until two weeks later, I bought a one way ticket to Athens to visit the rest of my family and to see if things would be different there, but they weren’t. Still pregnant, knowing that slowly, but surely my baby was leaving my body, I was at the edge of losing my mind. The accumulation of emotional pains I was feeling was more than I felt I could handle. I kept calling Ahmed on regular basis. It felt humiliating how desperate I was. He would always limit himself to reassuring me that Rex and Nel were doing fine. He’d make them whine by talking to them in baby voice so I could hear it for myself that they were fine. He seemed to enjoy the empowerment he felt due to a total sense of control he now had over me. He had my precious dogs and now my heart too in his hands. There was nothing good about being in such vulnerable position and not knowing how to get out of it. Hearing from everyone around that I was the one responsible and the one to be blamed for everything was not giving me wings either. I wanted so bad not to exist but not bad enough to pollute my mind with harmful thoughts.

 I needed some trace of hope. Going to Africa was the only thing that made any sense to me. To help even if only few small children and to change their lives forever were going to be my medicine and solution for my broken life and my broken heart. I found nothing noble in my decision; it was simply a matter of business. In my understanding, the Law of the Universe said that whenever we want something we can get it the fastest way if we provide such thing to someone else that needs the same thing. So, if we want to be happy -- we need to make someone else happy. If we want more money -- we need to give some to those who need money as well. I tried this approach in the past few times with Teddy and almost immediately it brought me quite astonishing results. I was now so determined to create a better life that I made myself believe that this was the only way for me to go about things. 

What exactly did I want now the most? 

I wanted not to have to struggle anymore. I wanted desperately for my life to change for better and for good this time. I needed to have a sense of security. By now, I seemed to have embraced the fact that true happiness did not depend on anything or anybody that was outside of me. At the same time I didn’t believe that renouncing everything and living in a cave on a mountain would bring me closer to such state of Self-Realization that I’ve been longing for. It was a confusing matter to me; no doubt. Could I do everything that was in my power to make my dreams come true, and at the same time, could I remain detached from the expectations of the outcome that I desired? And what exactly was in my power? Certainly the numerous attempts of changing my own life, no matter what approach I assumed, had failed, right? So what was the point of keeping on going in that direction? Why would I keep on slamming my head against the wall and keep expecting different results? I sure didn’t like the thought of waking up one day, old and all wrinkly, and having no other choice but to accept the fact that my methods did not produce the results I had in mind. So what exactly could I do differently this time? What was it that I haven’t done yet? If I’ve failed at changing my own life in a definite way, did I have what it takes to change someone else’s life in such way? Could I make somebody else’s dreams come true? Somebody’s who needs it real bad and who’s not in a position of obtaining it on its own. Could I give up and reject completely the so popular, and so much believed in conviction, that in order to be able to help others we MUST help ourselves FIRST? I could… Maybe it was time to change. Maybe it was time to say to myself: 'Fuck the fear caused by the lack of conformity from around'! Maybe it was time for me to go to Africa; find some children that were living on the street, and buy them that damn house somehow! It could be a group of children, perhaps siblings, where the oldest of them being a teenager, would be able to take care of the new household.



                                                          
                                                     The Children
                                          (Page 330)


      .....     “They found them.” Fan translated to me.

“What do you mean? They found the kids? Where are they?” I asked. I leaned towards the door and I saw four small children. The two girls and the two boys looked scared and insecure. They stared at me with their mouths open. The clothes they were wearing were better suited for rags. All four of them were barefoot. Their small bodies were as dirty and as neglected as their wardrobe. Their coarse hair was way pass due for hair cut, which was distinguishing them from the rest of the population. Their dark skin was very dried and overall they looked exhausted and dehydrated. The women tried to express their gratitude while I was unlocking the door of the room designated as our kitchen. I was still pretty much in shock.

“Oh my goodness.” My famous phrase was the only thing I could really say. I was in disbelief how happy I was feeling. I had in my hands the lives of four precious and innocent children. I had the power to shape their destiny. I had the power to take their struggle away. I had what was needed to make a difference. In that moment I felt enormous gratitude towards Elisha and Fan particularly.
The women dispensed the candies we bought. Fan made some modest sandwiches and everybody ate in a hurry. Without wasting time we started to prepare the children for their baths. Fan kept boiling the water in a single pan. There was no stove so she had to do it on a borrowed from our neighbor coal operated kettle. The eagerness in which the children formed the line to take the bath in the small plastic mixing bowl surprised me. The women were laughing out loud at my amusement. Children’s street-learned confidence was now erasing the fear from their faces. They looked fully engaged and a little bit still in disbelief. Watching them you could see what full appreciation meant. I had never seen children whose desire to be scrubbed was so vividly written on their faces! Their heart touching way of checking if all the dirty spots were gone was amazing to me. The athlete-boy from the shed kept videotaping all this so I could post it online. It was quite a commotion taking place in our barrack. Later in the evening, when everybody else left, things calmed down a little bit, but the excitement stayed present. The children dressed in my old clothes were jumping and bouncing of their new mattresses that were still wrapped around with the plastic packaging. They were trying to stand on their heads while kicking their feet in the air.

“What are they saying?” I kept asking Fan to translate.

“Denis is saying that this is his mattress and they are not allowed to come near his area.” She informed me and we laughed. Denis and Joan were siblings and they looked the part. Denis was a strong and loud boy and you could immediately tell that he served as pack leader until now. He was what we estimated about nine years old, but because of lack of nutrients all these children’s heights didn’t exceed the height of a five year old. While picking my clothes Denis made sure that he got the jacket that had “Fire Department” written on the back. He practically ripped it out of my hand when I pointed it at him. His sister Joan was more reserved. She had incredibly piercing look in her eyes. Even though I was going to treat all children equally, I could sense that this girl was going to have a special place in my heart. It wasn’t because of her left hand being deprived of few fingers. It was how smart she appeared to be and how serious she was about the role she assumed of protecting her “street” family. She was about eight years old. The other two kids were also a couple of siblings. Elizabeth was Joan’s age, and Laban might have been six years old. The boy smiled a lot and he liked acting silly. At the time I still didn’t know that blood-sucking parasites were responsible for the round shape of his pronounced stomach. Elizabeth looked like she was afraid to fully trust anyone and she acted as if her job description was to be on a constant look out for the bad things. She was constantly alert. I could not describe the emotions I felt while observing those children finally falling asleep from exhaustion. Joan’s eye-lids were only half way closed, even though she was sound asleep! It was as if she wasn’t convinced quite yet that they were all completely safe. Or perhaps her mind was resisting the idea of going to sleep, too afraid to discover that all this was nothing but a dream.  

“Oh my God. That’s how they’ve learned how to sleep on the street, isn’t it?” I whispered to Fan.

“Must be. Can you imagine?” She was as touched as I was.

            Furniture-wise our bedroom was empty except for the mattresses that we placed directly on the pavement. The mattresses itself were single size and they were very thin. The thicker mattresses cost twice as much and that was something I didn’t feel like we could afford. Each of us had one new blanket that wasn’t generating enough heat in this raining season that began to cool the air at night. We had the lights though. What a treat that was!

“What do you think their life looked like until now?” I asked my friend. We were lying down while enjoying the view of the children sound asleep. Despite the chilly rain pounding against the roof loudly there was warmth and coziness inside the bedroom. Fan had left the kettle that still had reddish coals in it. Sensitive to cold, I was still wearing my jacket in bed.

“They had a rough life. That’s for sure.” She stated.

“I mean I had no home and I had to face some harsh reality of being on my own, but I was like fifteen then, not nine or six years old. How on earth were these kids able to take care of themselves?” I tried to imagine being in their position.

“Not just that. I wouldn’t be surprised if Joan and Elizabeth had to protect themselves from the advances some older homeless boys were probably making on them. It‘s unfortunate but these kind of things happen.” She said.

“Gee. I don’t even wanna think about it.” I looked around the room. The kids were sleeping on their stomachs completely immersed under the blankets. Through them I was feeling the deepest appreciation a human being can experience. By imagining being one of them I could sense the relief that comes from knowing that you are safe. The knowing that you are loved and that you are not forgotten, that your life matters, that YOU matter.

“They’re really happy Elzbieta. They’re really happy.” Fan smiled. She looked just as content and just as peaceful. This woman’s dedication and her big heart were very inspiring. She had mastered her own ways of handling everyday tasks with very little resources. She was very strong minded, yet she knew how to remain flexible and diplomatic. She was a born leader. She had a clear vision of how she wanted to make changes, and boy, was she faithful to that vision. She wasn’t showing any discouragement caused by her position, as she was convinced that I was the answer to her prayers. She was prepared to do anything it took, including soothing my sometimes neurotic character, and she wasn’t afraid of taking the load of pressure onto her shoulders. Her strong belief that anything could be accomplished if desired bad enough and her expectations for success were responsible for her driven attitude. In her mind there were no limiting boundaries or challenges big enough that couldn’t be overcome. In many ways the two of us had a similar way of thinking. We both were extremely motivated with our new project and we both kept motivating each other. It was nice for a change to work with someone who had similar goals/intentions and similar attitude. Honest care from the heart, readiness to go extra mile, willingness to sacrifice, willingness to do whatever it takes, as well as “never give up” attitude were the pillars of the foundation we were forming.


                                                           

                                                        The Forgotten One
                                                                                            (Page 335)


The following day started almost as regular as any day would start in a regular home. Children woke up excited. Their faces had that cute expression that said: “What is today going to be all about?” They kept jumping on their mattresses while Fan was preparing breakfast.

“What are they arguing about?” I inquired.

“Oh, the girls are getting mad at boys for messing up their new clothes.” Fan laughed. I watched Joan and Elizabeth folding the few skirts and shirts that I once wore.

“You better be niiiiiicccce!” I shook my index finger towards the boys. The kids giggled and then went back to their new routine of jumping, giggling and arguing. I went back to editing our new videos. The portable internet we purchased wasn’t fast enough to upload the movies to youtube, so I decided to put them all on disc, and mailed it to Marek. He agreed that he would handle that for me from Holland. While working with my laptop, I’d paused from time to time in order to feed children’s curiosity. They’d form a circle around me to see the images of themselves in movies we shot.
They continued to laugh while commenting out loud. From the pointing of fingers followed by giggles and soft punching, I could tell they were making fun among themselves. Based on the direction of those index fingers and the looks, I could tell that I was not safe from the comments either. I kept smiling while enjoying their reactions. Later on Elizabeth started to pull softly on my long hair. Seeing no objection coming from me, Joan joined her immediately in their new play. Denis and Laban giggled shyly from the safe distance as though not sure if their sisters weren’t crossing some boundary line. The soft touch of girls’ small fingers was having a soothing effect on me. Even though I didn’t speak Swahili, I could tell that they were talking about my hair. They had a dreamy look in their eyes while feeling the soft texture of it. They argued about the length of it while pressing the ends towards my back. Elizabeth playfully placed the pony tail she made over her own head. Everybody laughed at her new look. The kids kept investigating my head with Columbus-like curiosity. They were pressing hard on my skull to see better the dark roots of my bleached hair. I wished I could understand the explanations for my multi-colored look that they were giving to each other. The girls were doing the talking and the boys sat there with open mouths, while playing with their toes. Filled with affection; Joan’s and Elizabeth’s caresses felt like sincere expressions of deepest gratitude. I could also tell that I was being an important role-model in their eyes. While still remaining very respectful, the children were feeling comfortable around me. I was enjoying their presence and the ongoing discoveries of their personalities. They were making me smile, rarely without laughing.

In the afternoon Fan and I headed towards town again. Between Juliana, her oldest daughter and our athlete-boy, we didn’t have to worry about children being left alone. On the way back home we noticed that there was a commotion going on. Our new kids were rushing to show us their new shoes that were sponsored by Juliana and few other locals. The kids were stepping in funny ways as to present their dexterity in them.

“Oh my goodness. This is wonderful. Thanks Juliana, that’s very sweet of you guys.” I felt so glad that these people were not expecting for me to solve all the problems. As we entered the kitchen we saw among few other women a small, maybe five year old girl. She stood there with that same insecure and lost look on her face the way the pair of siblings did the day before. She looked like she was about to cry. Fan immediately started to translate:

“This is Winnie. She was at the market all alone and crying. She was part of the group. All five of them used to hang together. She separated from them for a moment yesterday and then she couldn’t find them anymore since we brought them here.” I was listening carefully. I felt bad for Winnie but at the same time I wanted to make sure that we weren’t being scammed. Fan warned me that if people were under the impression that we were some major charity; led by desperation many women would literally drop their offspring at our door. She explained to me that Juliana confirmed Winnie’s belonging to the “pack”.

“OK well; now we have five of them.” I said causing obvious sense of relief in everybody. I was being very strict as for the number of children in our household and everybody knew the reason for it. It wasn’t because of the money only and the costs related to raising high number of children. I simply didn’t believe in creating an orphanage. This wasn’t my goal. The idea was more of helping to shape a close family, even if only circumstances-related, by providing the essentials for living, not just surviving. The competitiveness, obeying the rules, cold institution feel was not something I was looking for.

Winnie fully relaxed once she joined the rest of the kids. They engaged in explaining to her what she missed and what was happening in general. She had envious and sad look on her face until she understood that she was being included. Her eyes started to sparkle and she begun to boss around the kids. It was hilarious to see how she was getting away with it.  She looked like a boy even in the dress she was wearing. She had an aura of a trouble-maker. Being the youngest and the smallest would explain how that forced her to learn to be pushy and demanding. Winnie was funny as hell, the way that she was prancing around with those puffy expressions designed to control every one. The rolling of her eyes from disapproval on her expressive face and the arms crossed on her tiny chest were a frequent view. She had to be the first one to do everything. She was eager and fearless. She was definitely adding liveliness with that tiny posture and huge personality of hers. 


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