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The tale of a true story or how I found in me what I sought with-outside
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The tale of a true story or how I found in me what I sought with-outside


One day, the sun while rising made me sign of its rays.
I understood not immediately. Put you at my place: I did not know what he wanted! It invited me to follow it, but, on the step of the Carry-of-Practices, I did not dare to move.

However, after a few moments of hesitation, I took two steps ahead and... clac! The Gate-of-Practices was closed again! Taken of panic, I reconsidered my steps, but there was nothing to make, all my attempts were useless. The gate obstinately refused to open.
I sat, the head in the hands, and put to me to cry. The sun sent a small alleviating ray to me, shining just what it was necessary not to frighten me, it any more but did not remain me to follow it.
I put slowly on the way. I asked the sun to promise myself not to give up me, to always remain close to me, but it did not answer. I could only think. I was not reassured.

I looked at often behind, but the House-of-Past became increasingly small, increasingly fuzzy.
I had not had time to make my luggage before leaving, but I had reserves on me: some good old women and enormous fears, of various complexes, and also much of lacks whose the two principal ones had as a name: Lack-of-tenderness and Lack-of-Confidence-in-Me.
I could count on them all, they answered always present. At the beginning, that reassured me a little, I remained in country of knowledge.

However making path, a fear released me, small, I did not realize any immediately. Then a second in its turn from went away, a third followed closely. That became worrying. If they dropped all to me, how would I recognize me?
I could not any more them catch up with, but I promised to take care on the others. If they thought that I was going to let me make, they were mistaken heavily. My complex, them, were faithful, they would not leave me as soon as! And them lacks were not too quickly likely to be filled, I supervised very narrowly. However, my concern was transformed into anguish the day when I noted that Lack-of-Confidence-in-Me referred drawn. I tried at once to strengthen it while showing him, in all clearness all my defects. Nothing made there, on the contrary. Hardly a defect was announced it which a quality that I was unaware of, to which I had never addressed the word, that a new quality came to its meeting. The defect faded, moved away, closed itself on itself and soon occupied nothing any more but one very small place. Despite everything my efforts, as much Lack-of-Confidence-in-Me was exhausted, decayed, as much the fears slipped by.
Lack-of-Tenderness appeared, initially timidly, then more and more extremely, until pointing out itself. At the beginning, there was only me which heard it, but it succeeds in bribing my mouth to be able to be expressed and ask thus to be filled.
I made incredible requests of which some were heard.
In front of this rout, I knew any more neither which I was, neither who I liked, nor where I went! Per moments I did not see even any more the sun, I had then to seek it and I had the impression that it never reappears.

Little by little, I noticed however that I could continue to advance even if it were not there. It had left in me some of its rays. But I still needed to reload my batteries, it was necessary for me often still to make sure that it was not too far.
I had not understood that I could me also become sun, to also radiate a day!

It took me time. I had required that the sun shows me the Way, that it has much patience, much of softness, so that I can finally live by myself. So that I dare to leave further, so that I also agree to let it light other people. Oh! that does not want to say that I do not want any more of his presence, but simply that I followed it by need. Today, I can move away from him by love. The sun helped me to understand that it was not possible to like without a personal autonomy.

In my current life I know that to like, it is to be happy that the other can be happy without me!

Writing by Monique Mello
Jacques Salome - Tales to cure Tales to grow




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