Five times at Balticon, I spoke to people and they released their inner sorrows and fear in tears, and as I have been comforted so many times, I held them and we cried together. This is…accelerating in my life, and I think it is no longer under my control, if ever it was. Eric Green asked me how I get into these conversations, and I offered him the following answer:
I just listen to what they are saying. There are an entire universe of things I know nothing about. But pain, love, and fear are my native language. I know when people are experiencing them, and the masks they use to cover them. I don’t shy away, or judge them, and finding love of self and partner, healing pain and dealing with fear are paths well mapped. I tell them there is a way out, and they challenge me, as they should. Trust is hard. Hope kills. And we talk. Those conversations have been changing in character over the years, and now there is a certain clarity: they try to think their way through it, I ask them if they are willing to try thirty days of loving themselves. They give me reasons they cannot, I ask if they are willing to suspend their reasons for thirty days, perform the experiment and see for themselves. I’ve tracked perhaps a hundred people willing to do this, and so far the results have been amazing even to me. All I want to do now is keep testing to refine the experiment so that it requires less trust, less energy to get the result. And with every success, the conviction grows that this is real, and available to anyone willing to spend a month to find out for themselves. And the greater that conviction, the more calm and congruent I become, and the more able to help and guide. This is really an amazing journey, but I suspect that anyone can walk it if they commit to healing, and commit to helping others find the same peace.