Grateful For The Kick

Dedicated to Teachers who see themselves as the mean and not as the purpose

When your real Knowledge of flying touches your “now”, the Teacher knows you are ready, but you are afraid of flying alone.

Your personality’s fear makes your wings seem joined to the Teacher’s body, but watch out: he has his wings and you have yours.

“Go”, he says in many ways, but fear blurs your perception. “Υour tools have entered the realm of your consciousness. You know how to use them. You can do it without me holding your hand now”, he insists, if he has discovered the real purpose of Teaching.

And if so, he finally pushes you with a kick from the edge of the cliff, so that you can realize what you suspected but you didn’t want to accept it.

And as much as the pain of separation is there in your chest, your Mind can see the whole picture, and you know it’s for the best.

A transformation of this coexistence is taking place and suddenly, you realize something; it’s not an actual separation. More than five of your senses capture inter-communication. It’s not a division. It’s more like “two” being freely in Touch, in the arms of the same vision.

You remain connected to him but not dependent on him. And if you really did some work so far, your whole will perceive when to contact him.

You open your wings and you fly continuing to flutter in the rest of the aerial arena, staying — at the same time — connected to the ground, inhaling an air of autonomy, still recognizing that Teacher’s valuable existence.

You are grateful to him who was next to you, illuminating the path to your Purpose as if he were Cepheus, and who had the guts to give you the kick when the time was suitable for you.

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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives