Grateful For The Messenger, Focused On The Message

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and you miss the appointment; the appointment with your metamorphosis, with being aware of what you became after it, with the realization of what you are after co-acting with the person you miss so much. The message is immortal; it stays as a sensation within your conscience. The messenger passes by; their role is to deliver the message and fly. We are teachers and learners simultaneously in every relationship, interaction, meeting. Everyone comes and everything happens for us to understand our behavioral patterns, our beliefs, our potential, our “<i>who am I</i>", for our subconscious material to be brought within the light. For us to manage the <i>ellipsis</i>, the sense that we are not enough, to uncover the wholeness by extending our perception’s land, to be transformed while toiling for the personality to be absorbed by our limitless-Self’s noesis. So, every messenger contributes to our mission, and we are a piece of their own transformation. This way, an ending isn’t really that; It’s a repeating beginning from a more extended point each time. The radius of your “cycle” is lengthened more and more, and the field of what you can

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“capture” expands its horizons.</p><blockquote id="3d67"><p>Anthi Psomiadou — <a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/4.0/">CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International</a> : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives</p></blockquote><p id="cd9d">Here’s a story I love, written by one of my favorite fellow-writers (and KTHTers) on Medium, Robert or <a href="undefined">Spyder</a>. Robert’s way of writing has been wholly transformed during the past months, and I see his freedom opening its -once timid, but not anymore- wings more and more!</p><div id="a3ce" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/what-am-i-1ed72339cde3"> <div> <div> <h2>What Am I?</h2> <div><h3>A riddle response to a prompt</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*Kewz0xLvwocuc8INzphzmA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Ending: a more extended starting point

Anything we “touch" can be a teaching. The hands of Midas we have within. Breakups, ended friendships, an old teacher, an ex-coach; when cycles close, where do you focus on? You focus on the ending and the person. But the gold lies within the route; there’s the lesson. What did you exchange? What were the misfits? What was the miracle, what can you handle differently the next time? The fact that something would come to an ending, was the only sure thing from the beginning! So, where’s the surprise, the overturn? Why the disappointment? You get stuck on him or her, and you miss the appointment; the appointment with your metamorphosis, with being aware of what you became after it, with the realization of what you are after co-acting with the person you miss so much. The message is immortal; it stays as a sensation within your conscience. The messenger passes by; their role is to deliver the message and fly. We are teachers and learners simultaneously in every relationship, interaction, meeting. Everyone comes and everything happens for us to understand our behavioral patterns, our beliefs, our potential, our “who am I", for our subconscious material to be brought within the light. For us to manage the ellipsis, the sense that we are not enough, to uncover the wholeness by extending our perception’s land, to be transformed while toiling for the personality to be absorbed by our limitless-Self’s noesis. So, every messenger contributes to our mission, and we are a piece of their own transformation. This way, an ending isn’t really that; It’s a repeating beginning from a more extended point each time. The radius of your “cycle” is lengthened more and more, and the field of what you can “capture” expands its horizons.

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

Here’s a story I love, written by one of my favorite fellow-writers (and KTHTers) on Medium, Robert or Spyder. Robert’s way of writing has been wholly transformed during the past months, and I see his freedom opening its -once timid, but not anymore- wings more and more!