Are you curious to bursting to know who you are? Are you willing to brush your reservations aside and go along with a new experience?
If you are saying yes, you are touching in to a highly valuable asset – the courage to give free rein to your curiosity.
Regular practice of Biodanza helps you become comfortable as never before with being acutely and sensitively aware of the presence of other people.
We all are colourful
On Tuesday, the day after my first Biodanza class in February 2013, I see in hindsight I must have been close to falling in love with living my life, for the first time.
I entered a shop to buy something. Ordinary words passed between me and the shop assistant. As we spoke in formal words, and as we held each other’s gaze, I saw the completeness of our mirrored reflections. I recognised my soul as a reflection of her soul in her eyes!
I will always remember the fresh delight of the shock of this new glimpse into the reality of a person who was, like me, living life fully alive. It was a beautiful realisation which included an involuntary falling away of my defensive self-image. I had abandoned the image of the conditioned person I routinely carried in front of me like a cardboard cut-out.
This effacement of self image is an act of humility in which I unconditionally open my heart to acknowledge the heart of the other being. This is an act of honest reverence for the wholesome integrity I am standing so close to. I can easily feel overcome, though not overwhelmed, by the intensity of the other presence.
Ultimately, a mirroring is occurring. Who I am is the “who” I am engaging with. If my self-love is healthy, we are healed by being in this space and time together. Our conjoined presence is similar to, but unlike that rare and unique bond between two lovers. However, here is no mutual exclusivity, no sworn allegiance. Here is a portal to the most precious of states, the unrestricted view of the sanctity of all living beings as seen in the mirror of one.
The validity of this vision of the presence in the round of another soul simply through eye-to-eye contact is a repeatable experience.
The more Biodanza I participated in, the more frequently I saw the living heart of myself reflected in all other hearts.
Creativity flows in dance
If you want love in your life and you want to know love as it exists in every person that you meet, bar none, let the regular practice of Biodanza be a part of your life.
My life changed for the better and forever from 2013! Thank you, Biodanza!
It is at least half a century since I lived the pain and confusion of the dark.
How much can I usefully contribute to comfort and encourage you in your dark time today?
In these happy years since I re-joined the Tribe, the peer group, and entered freely into open-hearted communion with like friends, I am rediscovering the world of connection as I go.
After a falling away of fruitless trying and trying, and the beginnings of acceptance had crept into and become allied with my day to day curiosity, the way out of the dark for me was to place myself in the way of making acquaintances and friendships.
It is a step which requires a certain amount of bravery. But not more than, say, deciding to run for that bus, and not just to let it drive off without me.
You are preoccupied. You may feel plagued. Stand back from the troubles inside, face outwards with curiosity and bravery.
Look to immerse your attention in person in the presence of other people’s lives, however different or trivial seeming to what you feel you are enduring.
By being a listener, by giving your precious presence, merely as a sincere witness, both you and the one on whom who you attend will be transformed. It’s not like change; it’s about transformation.
Things began to dramatically shift when I was curious enough and brave enough to join small groups with regular activities.
After about half a century, I began to notice the mirroring in other people.
Yes, the groundwork during that long time span had been prepared by travels through various powerful epiphany experiences along the way. I have set them down elsewhere on my Facebook page. Search for “epiphany” in my EveryNow blog.
All my life, I had taken it for granted that my light belonged hidden under that bushel!
I had so often played down positive comments about me, even from my Mother and Father, that I had lost interest in myself. I hardly gave my morning reflection a second glance.
I began to understand that I had no idea at all who this person I call myself actually is. It was hard to see “me” in photos of me.
I had stopped looking at my reflection in the mirror. I had reduced my image of myself so far down in importance that I had stopped taking myself into consideration.
I received a terrifying and desperate shock when I was asked to describe my very earliest happy memories. I tried to recall the face of the blissful little boy I remembered who was strolling in a flower meadow in the early 1950s.
To my horror, there was only a pale oval where my childish features should have been clear to recognise! I broke down at the realisation.
I no longer recognised the person others recognised when they saw – really saw – me.
This is not to say I never saw others. My desire to see others deeply, holistically and using all my intuition, mind and soul had always been accentuated by the ever-present ‘clouds of unknowing’ which surrounded my image of me.
Today I accept without reservation it is to some degree or other perfectly true to say we are all of us without any exceptions at all, amazing, beautiful, miraculous, even angelic beings.
Through my new found contact, sometimes very intimate contact, as in the joyful practise of regular Biodanza, I arrived at a starting point – the basic premise of which is that we are Love.
“I am Love”. Utter tosh? Wishy-washy slackness of mind?
When I first saw those words, it was in 2013. They made no sense. Read them backwards, forwards, in any order, I still thought some key word must be missing.
I was Love-blind.
I began to feel severely challenged when I tried to maintain my closed-off, shut-down, received attitude of “No not me”, which is inculcated into all of us from our earliest socialising years by wider society.
And then I surrendered!
I was obliged to stop and stand still, when I was brought face-to-face with the light of my original self by repeated “mirrorings” from new people all around me.
These were people I had begun to deeply respect. I began to see with my eyes, possibly for the first time in 66 years, the light of other people’s integrity shining with unconditional trust from their own hearts’ source.
I can never dowse the brilliant and beautiful shocking startlement of finding myself, eye-to-eye, momentarily in the shared sacred space of the heart of another!
I embraced – literally – that fact… I am Love. We are all Love.
“Go meet others” probably sounds trite. But triteness here makes it more, not less valid.
I am drawn to say that the unbearable absence of light and the terrible destructive pain of not being able to find some way of your own to fill the absence is all illusory.
Of course the pain is real. But only as real as the strength of desire aroused by the thought of eating some favourite, but unavailable delicacy.
Thoughts such as these that never lead anywhere but into the dark are an ever-present part of our human condition.
Luckily for our peace of mind and our sanity, with a minimum of training, such thoughts can be spotted as they approach, and we allow them to dissolve, long before they come too close, bite, draw blood, and embed.
If you seek the answer, do not question.
There is no question.
Nothing is buried hidden.
There is always only the answer.
What is the answer? The answer is like two children playing Hide-and-seek.
One counts to twenty, eyes closed.
When the eyes open, oh the shock! The other child never ran to hide, but stayed in front and in plain sight, grinning!
We are human.
Our hearts are not designed for loneliness and our bodies are not capable of tolerating much physical pain.
We are beings.
There is no such thing as a vacuum. No such attainable point as Absolute Zero. The reality of an atom is in an energy equilibrium composed of multiple particle-waveforms replete with unlimited potentiality in spectacular extreme motion.
So it is with us!
A being gains in sentience from other beings, starting with its ancestral origins, and all throughout life and on.
There is no meaning and there is no value in the dark whirlpool.
All any of us need in order to feel a sense of completeness is the witness of true friends. A friend, or an acquaintance with a pure heart, who knows they are constituted of love can always bring me again into the light of my original being for the simple reason that I am love.
Fly! Decide to fly.
I cannot usefully say more. Life is sparkling, ever shifting brilliance. Be dazzled. Go well
There is a current, a flow of power, which beckons, asks to be found.
From the earliest age of the dawning of reason, it asks to be heard.
On my own in a wild garden, small under trees, I, a little boy, caught the drift of it.
It came from a crystalline heart. It showed itself in my throat in the form of a tune voiced into my solitude. A solitude for the first time become great with meaning.
The melody is always the same. It is a grand, a grandiose orchestral pursuit. Cathedrals, temples, chambers of the heart can hardly contain its sacred theme.
The riff I sang matched the mood of this boy. Later, I went into our thatched cottage at the end of the mud track in the isolated hamlet and I sang it to my Mother. She made a motherly nice comment.
As a young man, I began to recognise themes of this homespun improvisation in the music of others, and this is how I knew myself to be one melody, a part in a common harmony – a pixel of humanity.
I never fully remember it. I never developed it into a memorisable form. I kept it private, I keep my ‘plaint’, my ‘keening’ as it is a forever balm unto my unknown, hurting, longing heart.
Today I sprout in these lonely lines this remembered memory of memory, and the flame of its flower is a visible wonder to me, father to myself.
Exactly like the passage of a rainbow, it beckons to the senses. It will never be captured.
The bass notes inflame, while the melody maddens like the sempiternel arch-old songs of the Sirens.
This is a Hiraeth, sacred music which can only be bashfully reflected in the performance of various forms – poetry, dance, painting, sculpture.
The more ephemeral is our way of mirroring the force of its current, the closer we come to tap into and draw purpose and courage from the strength of the Muse. It is all mystery and achingly longed-for strength.
The presence of strength; the strength of presence. This is a reflection of the power of the eternal present
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