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BROKEN TO SEE.

BROKEN TO SEE.

Never have I ever felt so humbled in all my life.
My ankle broke yesterday, always a greater reason, always.
Two incredible people sat with me for two hours yesterday, called for an ambulance and waited with me in the pouring rain and mud, so appreciative and grateful for their kindness.
An ambulance crew come into the woods to wheelchair me to the ambulance, so grateful for their determination.
I feel so blessed for the health I have now.
I feel so blessed at the mental strength I have attained, I never realised how strong it was till now.
I feel so blessed to have supportive family and an NHS that are really caring and kind.
I’m grateful that the hospital have respected my wishes to do everything thus far without any medication.
I absolutely love the human spirit of people and there total utter beauty and depth beaming from their pouring hearts and souls.
Truly blessed to be sharing this experience with so many others in their pain, joy and human experience.
Life so fragile, love so strong.
It’s really opening my mind, heart and compassion to that which I’ve not seen for a while.
So many signs.
Already I’m learning patience, how to accept help, releasing the need to do everything myself.
It’s stopped me in my tracks to break me into flexibility and deeper presence.
Closer to God, source, all.
When I asked for a breakthrough or to be broken beautiful it wasn’t really this I expected but somehow I’m finding the greatest beauty, compassion, tears, joy in a painful situation.
Grateful for life.
God’s got a plan.
Even in suffering you can somehow assist one another without trying too, connections and differences, truly hearing each other, holding space, prayer.
God’s given me something I never expected, in a place I never thought it would be brought to life.

Written by Helen Rebecca Hart.

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STILL TO SEA SEE.

STILL TO SEA SEE.

In this moment I realise we’re free.
Free from yesterday.
Free from tomorrow.
Free from being more, doing more, having more.
Free from attaching to something external to bring about false hope, light and happiness.
Free from denial.
Free from chains.
Free from the prison of the mind.
If not free there.
Free now.
Breathe.
Cool inner.
Hot outer.
Space inbetween.
Breathe.
Now.
Here.
Now.
Here.
There.
Becomes.
Now.
Here.

Written by Helen Rebecca Hart.

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THE GOLDEN ONE.

When your heart is yearning.
Pour yourself into yourself.
It yearns for you.
It longs for you.
It calls to be heard.
To be held.
To be here.
Not there.
Love is not found in another,
Nor is happiness.
For you are love.
Crack open and let it flow.
If you hand the key to your heart
To the one.
Let that one be you.
Nobody else deserves the honour.
Of all of you.
There’s no need to give yourself away.
It’s a painful existence.
An open wound.
A melded plaster.
A painful seperation.
When you long and yearn.
Pour yourself into yourself.
No other can fill you.
To be filled.
Call for source, the divine, God, Christ.
Whoever you choose.
That spark you see in another.
That light you feel you need.
Is source.
Fill yourself up.
Please don’t give your heart away.
Most definitely not to me.
I am not the one.
I’m unsure if there is another at this point in time.
Outside of me.
Time will tell.
What I do know from life is.
When yearning, when not filled.
I/she/he could never meet your expectations.
They’re not what you’ve imagined.
Don’t give yourself away.
At least not to me.
When they said no it meant no.
Stop trying.
Save yourself the heartache.
I’ve been there too.
Yearning for someone who isn’t interested.
A painful existence.
Wondering why.
Trying, forever trying.
Save yourself for yourself.
Fall into the arms of the beloved, source.
Pour yourself into yourself.
Your heart yearns for you.
To give up the fight.
To come back home.
Held always forever held.
Home.

Written by Helen Rebecca Hart.

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SEIZURES AND STORED TRAUMA.

SEIZURES – TRAUMA RELEASE.

For the past 90mins or so I have been conscious and having a seizure, many seizures, more release yet to come as I can feel it.
I couldn’t stop it once it started.
I don’t know if I have ever seizured before but haven’t consciously.
I am perfectly incredibly more than fine.
So please don’t be concerned.
I’m actually quite amazed.
It’s incredible the gift that I’ve been given.
I’ve known something major was unfolding in my life leading up to this.
I’ve felt heavily held as if they are with me energetically and still am by the energy of living family members, ancestors, God, Christ within for the past few days.
There’s been huge unfoldment leading up to this.
A seizure from what I have experienced (I can only comment on my own experience) is the reinactment of traumatic events stored within the body.
It is a discharge and release of the trauma imprint and memory.
This was confirmed by the third eye visual I received whilst it was happening of someone I know who suffers with seizures.
I was very ready for this!
This part of me has been frozen in time as such.
My mind, body and soul aligned to this knowing I was ready for this!
I have just witnessed exactly what happened to me through body movement, body reactions and non reactions and the movements that were forced upon my limp body in 2012.
The body has just released the exact movements both where my body was moved by them and the uncontrolled natural body responses (like the heart beating or when we sneeze etc) and I most definitely was fully unconscious when it happened.
A seizure from what I experienced is a delayed trauma release, it’s not something forced it just happens naturally and is a delayed reaction like that of which an animal naturally flows to after freeze in a near death situation; shaking itself back into it’s reality and releasing the stress and hormones that are surging through the body.
The release from freeze state when it’s been many years later can brought on and triggered by a simulated experience or similar experience of the unfoldment of the initial trauma e.g movement, smells, tastes, touches, visual etc.
I asked God for divine intervention so much for this.
Hope this helps someone.
Please only take what resonates.

Written by Helen Rebecca Hart.

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TRANSCENDENCE

TRANSCENDENCE.

One hears of transcending the body or mind.
You are not this.
We are not this.
Yet you are not that.
Transcendance I found, isn’t a doing.
There’s no need to even speak of it.
It cannot be understood logically.
Nor taught.
In this I wonder why I am typing this out.
Yet I desire to bring you truth.
It is not an achievement, a goal, a focus.
Nor a non acceptance/denial of the body or mind.
Nor a dissociation.
In my experience – all that I can reflect upon.
It’s a total acceptance and embodiment of all we are, in our entirety.
No accolade received from this.
Then somehow all dissolves into one.
Not even that.
Here, present, aware.
It isn’t something that comes and goes.
It holds no separation.
It doesn’t hold.
I see, feel, be no seperation from my body to yours by way of energy.
This doesn’t make me wise.
The body just is.
It’s beyond explanation.

The closest way I can explain is and even in this I spoil it’s truth, simplicity – beyond words;

I am a blanket as is everything in existence.
You a thread as I, as is a tree yet I don’t see thread, feel thread just waves are present.
As frequencies rise and fall the blanket flows, curves, rising, falling, flowing the blanket is there yet it isn’t.
This wasn’t something sought.
This doesn’t make me special.
Absolutely no sepation not even oneness.
It just happened.
As does the mind.
Clear.
Free.
Unbound.
Never wasn’t.
Just thought it was.
As an instrument.
God breathes through our temples.
Even God ceases to be identifiable.
No feeling of I or you, even we.
There this blanket that spans all that is.
Even the blanket is non exsistant.
Nor is there non existence.
Nor nothing.
Nor nothingness.
Nor nor.
This to me is transcendence.

Written by Helen Rebecca Hart.