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 looked at often behind, but the House-of-Past became
increasingly small, increasingly fuzzy.
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?
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.
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!
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.
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 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.
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.
I had not understood that I could me also become sun, to also
radiate a day!
Jacques Salome - Tales to cure Tales to grow