The Homecoming. Second Love. Amera Ziganii Rao

Woman. A Self Portrait



The Homecoming. Second Love. Amera Ziganii Rao

They say that Love is blind. Believe me, there's nothing so clear-sighted as true Love, nothing. It's the most clear-sighted thing in the world. Addiction is blind, attachments are blind. Clinging, craving, and desire are blind. But not true Love. Don't call them Love. Anthony De Mello

To the man I love. My twin soul.

I think what is most useful for us now is to be in alignment and decide we are at the same place of healing and of existence, because we are. I, as a healer/woman took you through the process. It does not mean I am perfect. Once we reach soul, we just have the skills of love and the will to love and the knowledge of love like never before.

So it does take courage and faith to love. For anyone, however long they have been involved with the process of healing.

So an intention for today perhaps....

I release all fears of loving him/her and I intend to release all those fears once and for all and know that he/she is as afraid as I am and that we are both amazing human beings of love and that we have cleared the dark and ignorant sides of our hearts, so well, and that we are both mature and loving human beings, and that he/she is therefore worthy of my heart's investment, like no other human being before.

I intend to accept now, that all the hurt and wounding I have received in life was from other people (or indeed through the healing process that he/she and I had to go through) and that the only way to heal, is to enter that same pain again and that is unfortunately what he/she and I had to do too.

I also accept that the immense and relentless hurt from other people was how it was supposed to be and my soul chose these things to learn and to bring the darkness upon itself, to uncover who I really am and to heal all that I am and have been on this Earth and to show me how to ascend to true, pure love, whatever the other people around me were or are able to do or not do. I accept that this is the process of life. To experience such hurt and then have to forgive and let it all go, in order to truly ascend and love and live.

The process of life has left me reeling, the process of healing with him/her has left me reeling with utter shock and pain, but I accept that this was part of the process and that he/she and I are now looking at the past, behind us, and looking ahead now to the maturity and purity of our new love. Our pure love.

And I accept the gratitude and relief that, despite all the pain we gave each other, it was him/her I did it with. And I trust that it is now all in the past and that we are ready to love and to live. Together.

I accept that he/she is the only human being I have ever met who I could trust. I knew that four years ago, and now I know it again. And what I trust is that he/she is as evolved and soul 'personed' as me and that he/she will listen to me and that he/she has the total will and skills to love me as I deserve to be loved.

I accept that no one else has had it and that therefore I release all judgment or fear that he/she will not have it either. The whole point of our journey has been to clear all our lives on earth, all the non love we have both experienced and indeed, meted out, and that we can now see it as the past, once and for all.

I trust him/her as I trust myself. I trust that I know what love is now and what it is not and I trust that I am disciplined enough and wise enough, and healed of heart enough, to appreciate what is loving in each moment and what is not. I trust myself to respect myself and therefore him/her and therefore can trust, that nothing is ever going to look or sound the same again.

We are in a new place in ourselves and that is reflected in our unconditional, mature, soul love that goes with our immense emotional selves. We know how to master ourselves and we know how to love and we therefore both release the past and trust that this is the new and does not look like anything we have ever experienced before.

Love, Trust and God. God is him. God is her. God is us.

I see my complete, heroic man. I see you. I see the man I met, in his full unsplintered glory of power and strength and beauty. I see the only human being I would ever trust to rely on and I see him now. And I intend to focus all my intention and attention on me, you and us and our new life. I see you and I see us. And I see true love and true existence and the truth of our dream.

I see that I was asked to be a man for a long while and that you were asked to be a woman for the same length of time. I see those four stages that the seer talked of, independence being the stage before inter dependence. I see that I am now being told at last that I can be a woman again and that you are being told you can be a man again at last. I see completion and the full circle being drawn at last. I see each of us as whole again and for the first time. I see you as a man and me as a woman.

I see us.

I see the man I love. I see the only man I have ever loved and I see the only sane man I have met in my life. I see the man I love, have always loved and will always love. And I see the only life I have ever wanted and I see nothing else anymore. I see our life.

I see you.

All I can do is to tell you that you are a wonderful and healed man now and that I believe in you and love you and want you and respect you and cherish you.

And our letter from the past. I see this man again, standing in front of me. You.

I HAVE FELT ALONE MY WHOLE LIFE, EXCEPT WITH YOU

First written July 2007 and re-written May 2008

As I stand here in front of you, as I show you myself for who I really am, how do I know you will look after me? I see it in your eyes, I hear it in your voice, that’s how. I know you will. I know you are that rarest of species who wants to. The kind of man I fell in love with a long time ago. The kind of man I saw in film. The kind of boy I read about in my books. The gentle and kind hero, the just and able fighter, who wants to nurture and care for a woman, without any need to control or take from her. And a man who sees that his role with a woman is to just help her and love her. To cherish her and to treasure her. The gift that he can bring to a woman. I see it all in you. But do I really believe it, or am I going to fuck this up?

And then at the same time as making me feel like I can be as soft and near divine as I can possibly be, you show me how I can be free to be as strong and male as I want to be too. The feisty Amazonian alongside the kind fairy. The sense that you see and love the whole woman; the strong and the vulnerable together.

The sense that you are the soul man powerful enough for my soul.

It’s just that I’ve never met it before in real life, you see. I had begun to think it was divinity, because I hadn’t seen it in human beings. I read about it, I watched it in film, but I had never experienced it in real life. And now it stands before me in you. The sexiest man on the planet - yes truly - and the kindest one too. In one person. And you want me. You love me. The gangster with a heart. The kind rake. A real and whole man.

And I know you don’t blame me for not believing. As I don’t blame you for not believing enough either at this point. I know you know my wound. I know you know what the broken heart of a female is all about. I know you know I’m a Pakistani, and that I’m a woman and that I’m someone with big prospects but not much going for me at the moment materially. And I know you recognise and love that I’m trying to be an artist. And that it could be a long while before I do make any real money and that indeed none of it may work. You told me that it was okay if none of it worked out. That it was okay to be a slow worker and to have the courage to just go for it, instead of lying on my death bed with regrets. I know that you are not only okay with that, I know you actually like that. You find that endearing and beautiful and wonderful. And that is what has sent me into this spiral of healing pain so I can clear this issue once and for all. And I have to. Otherwise I won’t be able to let you in properly and if there is anything I have ever wanted to do in my life, it is this. It is to let you in and to trust you. It is to trust that you really want to help me by loving me without condition or pressure or judgment and without competition or jealousy. Without cruelty. With love.

How come it’s not about control, my shadow side asks. Even as I ask that, I know that the order of life is that healing has finally come. That the miracle I’ve waited for has arrived, at long last. That the terrible ordeal of a lonely life now at an end. That my past is no longer the ruler of my emotional life. Unless I let it.

You are my healer, you sweetest of men. You’re my Ivanhoe, you’re my Zhivago. you’re every gentle and kind acting role I have seen in my life. The silver screen. My first loves; Robert Taylor, Gregory Peck, Gary Cooper, Paul Newman and countless others. These men that I adored and yearned to find, because the reality in front of me was so very fucking bad.

You are indeed my Knight in shining armour. The phrase that has been so maligned and dismissed as only the dysfunctional ravings of a woman who loves too much in this cerebral post feminist anti love life. But guess what, you really are that Knight. And you as a man are my healer. Just like I knew it had to be. Because you truly love me because you truly love. And because you hopefully feel my love.

To know that the awful pain and distress of the past twenty plus years is finally behind me. That my individual work in isolation is over. That the miracle has arrived. No wonder I find it hard to believe. And even harder to learn how to receive.

“You didn’t need me” was what the last man in my life said to me. And he was right. I see that now. I couldn’t need him is the truth. I couldn’t rely on him. Just twelve months ago, I was still rampantly self sufficient and self caring. And then at the same time of course, incredibly needy. Only the amazing professional healers I have had the privilege to come across, heard my pain and my vulnerability. That made me see it for the first time and not judge it. Because I showed it to them and because they could see it even before I opened my mouth. And because they cared, because they could. No on else. Controlled exposure was the order of the day.

My parents were still in control. Even though I had left them at 19. With their utter resentment at having to care at all for other human beings still in place. With their huge incapacity to love still haunting me.

I see now how I stopped asking for help when I was about four. The full tragedy of me making a decision not to trust anyone.I know what they have experienced too. But that still waylays me from healing the truth of my wound. I have to acknowledge the full horror. That it was terrible. It was so awful. And it cut me very very deep.

And now you are here. The most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life who happens to be the kindest human being as well. Because you have healed your attitude to vulnerability too. Because you know your inner rage too. Because you feel your spirit too.

And of course it makes me ask where have you come from and who hurt you. I want to wash it all away as I soothe your handsome brow. To show you how immensely special and valued you truly are. How magnificent a man you are because you honour life’s frailties and therefore yours and mine. And how it shines out in you like I’ve never before seen. Merging the two worlds so you vibrate with the brilliance of earth and heaven at the same time.

I see how it is healing you too. How, somehow, the fact that I do need you makes you feel so good about yourself. How is that? I know fundamentally that it is not about control. I can see it and I can feel it.

My father is the same today as he was 43 years ago. He still judges me, he still has a dig at me like some evil pseudo wizard, and he still resents helping me. It may be more subtle, it may be more measured. But it is still there in the same way. How he thinks anyone who needs any help is lazy and stupid. How the word compassion is one he has no concept of, at all. And how a part of me hates myself for needing his help now, even though I know there is a strange justice in it and a strange would be healing of some kind. Healing with the original monster I guess. It will be over soon.

But now the angel I have begged for, ever since I can remember, has come into my life. You. A real life, real male. A humane, vulnerable, sensitive, strong, virile, genius minded man. Are you really telling me that you will support me in everything I do? That it doesn’t even matter if I don’t achieve anything? That you will look after my vulnerability in every way possible? That you will love me throughout? Does that really exist? Do men really do that? Does anyone really do that? The beauty is I am beginning to believe it.

Can I really share my doubts and fears and worries with you? Will you really cherish and nurture and be kind to me? I believe it. Because I have seen it. The glorious encounter we had – I call it the Havana Balcony moment - showed me the whole truth. In your face as the sun beamed down on you. Your wisdom, your love, your sexuality and your compassion vibrate with a shining brilliance and your voice soothes the past like the coolest and purest waterfall. And your eyes take me to a place where time really does stand still.

You know, I manifested you into my life. I showed the Universe I was ready for them to answer my prayers. So I must believe that you can exist. And that I do deserve real love. That I do deserve to be treasured and valued and helped. If I didn’t believe that, you wouldn’t have come. That it is not just me who has to help other people as I have done ever since I can remember. That there is someone for me. Someone to care for my humanness. Someone to watch over me. On earth. As it is in heaven.

I can see how you want to hold my hand through it all. That you know how to do that and how you want to do that. That I will be helping you by letting you help me. No wonder I am confused. I have never seen that in my life. From anyone. Certainly as a child. I guess recently, I have started to see glimpses of it. People around me have started to show real love, without judgment, without ignorance and without trying to own me. I have begun to show my vulnerability and ask and even demand that it be looked after. So I do have a context within which to put your extraordinary level of focused love. I do have a few friends now, who support me, help me and want me to lean on them. To a certain extent. The whole experience is so brand new. Because I am looking after it at last. Encouraged by gorgeous beings like you.

Even my mother has seen the light enough to know that vulnerability is actually allowed. Even though she still regards her problems as the most important in the world and certainly more so than mine. Both my parents are still hostages to their egoes – bless them – and my brother too. While I may have enough compassion and constructive self sufficiency to see that, it still cuts me deep. And it was why I was so desperately unhappy before I found you.

Because you are telling me, I feel, that you want to be everything to me. That you want to replace people like them and be my one and only. That you can love me.

And I say yes, yes, yes and yes. I do believe. I want to believe and I am determined to believe. That this is the greatest and most sensible risk I have ever taken in my life and ever will. To believe in the power of real love. To be with you before I am ready. Before I am the complete package of a selling artist, materially comfortable professional or emotionally alchemised human being. You tell me you want me now, when I am far from perfect and you tell me that you love me more for that. That we can grow and heal together and that nothing I do will ever make you love me less. I have to believe to be able to take that kind of risk and I therefore say today, that I do.

Amera xx

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The Courage To Love. Christopher Howard

http://ameraziganiirao.blogspot.com/2011/07/courage-to-love-christopher-howard.html

The Courage to Love. Christopher Howard

"When love beckons you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep." - Kahlil Gibran ... 

I have throughout my life held back in ways of the heart. I had built walls around my heart that prevented anyone from coming in because I didn't want to be hurt. I conditioned myself to even becoming convinced that I didn't care about affairs of the heart, and to avoid dealing with the repressed feelings of fear and loneliness I threw my self into achievement. I threw myself into earning black belts in martial arts and writing best-selling books, and building companies and making millions. The relationships I had along the way were very one-sided. I lived my life for me, and not for others on the outside but deep down at a place that I didn't even know I existed I lived my life attempting to prove that I was good enough to be loved and to win the approval of others through my achievement. This drove me without any conscious awareness. I was cold and calloused to love on the outside but craved it more than anything else on the inside.

Many people go through their lives in this way. The core wound shared by multitudes is the core wound of not feeling "good enough to be loved."

Different people compensate in different ways. And the ways that we compensate externally are often to develop strong suits or strengths in life. Mine was to achieve. Some people develop a strength of being "intelligent," or "being a hard worker who brings value to the table therefore love is 'deserved," others look to control their environments or their relationships in order to "guarantee that they are in charge and cannot be hurt," still others look to dominant the opposite sex to be in control..... anything to avoid being hurt.

The challenge with all of these paths is that they are driven by fear or even terror and they distract and prevent us from ever dealing with the real issue, and because love is not found in achievement, or control or domination or admiration underneath everything we are still just terrified and lonely. No matter how much we achieve or how many material goods we accumulate or how much prestige or power we have, or sexual conquests are under our belt deep down we never feel whole, deeply fulfilled, happy, good enough or loved. Just look at Elvis Presley, or Marilyn Monroe, or Howard Hughes or Tiger Woods to name a few.

This lack of what we really yearn for, whether we acknowledge it or not, more than anything in the world causes not only underlying heartache but erratic behavior and oftentimes destruction through drugs or alcohol or promiscuity and the undesired results, or emotional outbursts and destroyed relationships. So beyond the lack of fulfillment the tangible results that we produce can be devastating. And the most destructive part is we convince ourselves that the ways we live our lives are actually fulfilling. Carl Jung said that we must by necessity project that which is unresolved at the unconscious level out onto the external world so that we might gain resolution of it.

The problem is that for most people instead of looking at what is happening in the world as being a result of their internal projections, they try to change and manipulate the external world to solve the problems they experience and therefore never resolve the issues that are occurring as a result of their very very deeply repressed unresolved negative emotions.

The journey is an internal journey, this is why our external relationships are always a reflection of our internal relationship with ourselves.

The journey of healing involves recognizing the real cause of our problems, our heartaches, our terror, our sadness, our loneliness and the underlying lack of fulfillment in life. Then having the willingness to go to the place that we've feared the most - moving out of our head and into our heart. Being present, allowing ourselves to love, allowing ourselves to risk being hurt. And realizing when we do get hurt that that too is a part of the process of loving.

Love is not all joy and roses. Love sometimes comes wrapped in harsh wrappings. An argument can give us the chance to learn to love unconditionally. A challenge in a relationship can cause frustration or sadness and also the opportunity to learn to heal. Sometimes a partner or loved one can be far away which can cause us to feel loneliness and experience an even greater opportunity to recognize the value that person holds in our heart upon their return and all of this is part of love. Love can sting, love can hurt....but when we allow ourselves to go to that place and risk all of these feelings, and learn to even ride through these feelings we learn how to really live. How to really be whole. How to really know what fulfillment is.

By not allowing ourselves to feel hurt we also rob ourselves of ever feeling REALLY fulfilled, happy and loved.

It is only through finding the courage to face our deepest fears that we find the ultimate reward in life. The reward of no longer having anything to prove. The reward of being present. The reward of being whole. The reward of knowing God. The reward of true happiness and fulfillment. The ability to stop running. Stop sprinting through life. Stop drowning out your sadness in alcohol or drugs or overeating or meaningless and empty promiscuous relationships. The reward of finding this kind of courage is to finally claim your life as your own.

So in finding the courage to love - first yourself - and then others - you are set free.

After spending 27 years imprisoned on Robbin Island Nelson Mandela said that whether you are a prisoner or a free man it's all just a state of mind. So it all begins inside.

It's time to find the courage to be free!

With Love and Respect,

CHRISTOPHER HOWARD

 

Parable on Forgiveness. Neale Donald Walsch

http://ameraziganiirao.blogspot.com/2011/06/childrens-parable-on-forgiveness-neale.html

A Children's Parable on Forgiveness. Neale Donald Walsch
Once upon no time, there was a little Soul who said to God, "I know who I... view more am."

And God said, "That's wonderful! Who are you?"

And the Little Soul shouted, "I'm the Light!"

God smiled a big smile. "That's right!" God exclaimed. "You are the Light."

The Little Soul was so happy, for it had figured out what all the souls in the Kingdom were there to figure out.

"Wow," said the Little Soul, "this is really cool!"

But soon, knowing who it was was not enough. The Little Soul felt stirrings inside, and now wanted to be who it was. And so the Little Soul went back to God (which is not a bad idea for all souls who want to be Who They Really Are) and said,

"Hi, God! Now that I know Who I am, is it okay for me to be it?"

And God said, "You mean you want to be Who You Already Are?"

"Well," replied the Little Soul," it's one thing to know Who I Am, and another thing altogether to actually be it. I want to feel what it's like to be the Light!"

"But you already are the Light," God repeated, smiling again.

"Yes, but I want to see what that feels like!" cried the Little Soul.

"Well," said God with a chuckle, "I suppose I should have known. You always were the adventuresome one."

Then God's expression changed. "There's only one thing..."

"What?" asked the Little Soul.

"Well, there is nothing else but the Light. You see, I created nothing but what you are; and so, there is no easy way for you to experience yourself as Who You Are, since there is nothing that you are not."

"Huh?" said the Little Soul, who was now a little confused.

"Think of it this way," said God. "You are like a candle in the Sun. Oh, you're there all right. Along with a million, gazillion other candles who make up the Sun. And the sun would not be the Sun without you. Nay, it would be a sun without one of its candles...and that would not be the Sun at all; for it would not shine as brightly. Yet, how to know yourself as the Light when you are amidst the Light -that is the question."

"Well," the Little Soul perked up, "you're God. Think of something!"

Once more God smiled. "I already have," God said. "Since you cannot see yourself as the Light when you are in the Light, we'll surround you with darkness."

"What's darkness?" the Little Soul asked.

God replied, "It is that which you are not."

"Will I be afraid of the dark?" cried the Little Soul.

"Only if you choose to be," God answered. "There is nothing, really, to be afraid of, unless you decide that there is. You see, we are making it all up. We are pretending."

"Oh," said the Little Soul, and felt better already.

Then God explained that, in order to experience anything at all, the exact opposite of it will appear. "It is a great gift," God said, "because without it, you could not know what anything is like. You could not know Warm without Cold, Up without Down, Fast without Slow. You could not know Left without Right, Here without There, Now without Then."

"And so," God concluded, "when you are surrounded with darkness, do not shake your fist and raise your voice and curse the darkness. Rather be a Light unto the darkness, and don't be mad about it. Then you will know Who You Really Are, and all others will know, too. Let your Light shine so that everyone will know how special you are!"

"You mean it's okay to let others see how special I am?" asked the Little Soul.

"Of course!" God chuckled. "It's very okay! But remember,'special' does not mean 'better.' Everybody is special, each in their own way! Yet many others have forgotten that. They will see that it is okay for them to be special only when you see that it is okay for you to be special."

"Wow," said the Little Soul, dancing and skipping and laughing and jumping with joy. "I can be as special as I want to be!"

"Yes, and you can start right now," said God, who was dancing and skipping and laughing right along with the Little Soul.

"What part of special do you want to be?"

"What part of special?" the Little Soul repeated. "I don't understand."

"Well," God explained, "being the Light is being special, and being special has a lot of parts to it. It is special to be kind. It is special to be gentle. It is special to be creative. It is special to be patient. Can you think of any other ways it is special to be?"

The Little Soul sat quietly for a moment. "I can think of lots of ways to be special!" the Little Soul then exclaimed. "It is special to be helpful. It is special to be sharing. It is special to be friendly. It is special to be considerate of others!"

"Yes!" God agreed, "and you can be all of those things, or any part of special you wish to be, at any moment. That's what it means to be the Light."

"I know what I want to be, I know what I want to be!" the Little Soul announced with great excitement. "I want to be the part of special called 'forgiving'. Isn't it special to be forgiving?"

"Oh, yes," God assured the Little Soul. "That is very special."

"Okay," said the Little Soul. "That's what I want to be. I want to be forgiving. I want to experience myself as that."

"Good," said God, "but there's one thing you should know."

The Little Soul was becoming a bit impatient now. It always seemed as though there were some complication.

"What is it?" the Little Soul sighed.

"There is no one to forgive."

"No one?" The Little Soul could hardly believe what had been said.

"No one!" God repeated. "Everything I have made is perfect. There is not a single soul in all creation less perfect than you. Look around you."

It was then that the Little Soul realized a large crowd had gathered. Souls had come from far and wide ~ from all over the Kingdom ~ for the word had gone forth that the Little Soul was having this extraordinary conversation with God, and everyone wanted to hear what they were saying. Looking at the countless other souls gathered there, the Little Soul had to agree. None appeared less wonderful, less magnificent, or less perfect than the Little Soul itself. Such was the wonder of the souls gathered around, and so bright was their Light, that the Little Soul could scarcely gaze upon them.

"Who, then, to forgive?" asked God.

"Boy, this is going to be no fun at all!" grumbled the Little Soul. "I wanted to experience myself as One Who Forgives. I wanted to know what that part of special felt like."

And the Little Soul learned what it must feel like to be sad. But just then a Friendly Soul stepped forward from the crowd.

"Not to worry, Little Soul," the Friendly Soul said, "I will help you."

"You will?" the Little Soul brightened. "But what can you do?"

"Why, I can give you someone to forgive!"

"You can?"

"Certainly!" chirped the Friendly Soul. "I can come into your next lifetime and do something for you to forgive."

"But why? Why would you do that?" the Little Soul asked. "You, who are a Being of such utter perfection! You, who vibrate with such a speed that it creates a Light so bright that I can hardly gaze upon you! What could cause you to want to slow down your vibration to such a speed that your bright Light would become dark and dense? What could cause you ~ who are so light that you dance upon the stars and move through the Kingdom with the speed of your thought--to come into my life and make yourself so heavy that you could do this bad thing?"

"Simple," the Friendly Soul said. "I would do it because I love you."

The Little Soul seemed surprised at the answer.

"Don't be so amazed," said the Friendly Soul, "you have done the same thing for me. Don't you remember? Oh, we have danced together, you and I, many times. Through the eons and across all the ages have we danced. Across all time and in many places have we played together. You just don't remember."

"We have both been All Of It. We have been the Up and the Down of it, the Left and the Right of it. We have been the Here and the There of it, the Now and the Then of it. We have been the male and the female, the good and the bad; we have both been the victim and the villain of it."

"Thus have we come together, you and I, many times before; each bringing to the other the exact and perfect opportunity to Express and to Experience Who We Really Are. And so," the Friendly Soul explained further, "I will come into your next lifetime and be the 'bad one' this time. I will do something really terrible, and then you can experience yourself as the One Who Forgives.

"But what will you do?" the Little Soul asked, just a little nervously, "that will be so terrible?"

"Oh," replied the Friendly Soul with a twinkle, "we'll think of something."

Then the Friendly Soul seemed to turn serious, and said in a quiet voice, "You are right about one thing, you know."

"What is that?" the Little Soul wanted to know.

"I will have to slow down my vibration and become very heavy to do this not-so-nice thing. I will have to pretend to be something very unlike myself. And so, I have but one favour to ask of you in return."

"Oh, anything, anything!" cried the Little Soul, and began to dance and sing, "I get to be forgiving, I get to be forgiving!"

Then the Little Soul saw that the Friendly Soul was remaining very quiet.

"What is it?" the Little Soul asked. "What can I do for you? You are such an angel to be willing to do this for me!"

"Of course this Friendly Soul is an angel!" God interrupted. "Everyone is! Always remember: I have sent you nothing but angels."

And so the Little Soul wanted more than ever to grant the Friendly Soul's request. "What can I do for you?" the Little Soul asked again.

"In the moment that I strike you and smite you," the Friendly Soul replied, "in the moment that I do the worst to you that you could possible imagine ~ in that very moment..."

"Yes?" the Little Soul interrupted, "yes...?""Remember Who I Really Am."

"Oh, I will!" cried the Little Soul, "I promise! I will always remember you as I see you right here, right now!"

"Good," said the Friendly Soul, "because, you see, I will have been pretending so hard, I will have forgotten myself. And if you do not remember me as I really am, I may not be able to remember for a very long time. And if I forget Who I Am, you may even forget Who You Are, and we will both be lost. Then we will need another soul to come along and remind us both of Who We Are."

"No, we won't!" the Little Soul promised again. "I will remember you! And I will thank you for bringing me this gift ~ the chance to experience myself as Who I Am.

" And so, the agreement was made. And the Little Soul went forth into a new lifetime, excited to be the Light, which was very special, and excited to be that part of special called Forgiveness.

And the Little Soul waited anxiously to be able to experience itself as Forgiveness, and to thank whatever other soul made it possible. And at all the moments in that new lifetime, whenever a new soul appeared on the scene, whether that new soul brought joy or sadness--and especially if it brought sadness--the Little Soul thought of what God had said.

"Always remember," God had smiled, "I have sent you nothing but angels."

by Neale Donald Walsch, Conversations With God

Amera Ziganii Rao

Amera Ziganii Rao is a philosophical writer, essayist, social commentator, prose writer, dramatist and photographer artist as well as a consciousness explorer, self actualiser and emotional healer. She is a former journalist who is now turning professional with her art forms and indeed, her healing forms, after a long journey of inner searching, self teaching and exploring many layers and areas of both craft and wisdom. She is now working on her first book of philosophy and esoteric thought, and social and cultural commentary. She is also showing her first photography collections. And last but most definitely not least, she is building a business to share her consciousness and empowering explorations to reach as many people as possible across the world. She is 46 years old and currently lives in London.