{"id":6134,"date":"2018-10-31T09:14:30","date_gmt":"2018-10-31T08:14:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.soulrebel.eu\/?p=6134"},"modified":"2018-10-31T10:06:16","modified_gmt":"2018-10-31T09:06:16","slug":"the-way-out","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.soulrebel.eu\/de\/the-way-out\/","title":{"rendered":"The way out…"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Saturday I was on the dance floor, not as a teacher, not as an assistent, not as a crew member, not even for creating a visual\u2026 I was on the dance floor as a dancer\u2026<\/p>\n

The last time was three months ago\u2026 such a long time\u2026<\/p>\n

Though the floor was cold, it felt warm to me, the ground welcomed my body, my muscles and my bones, my blood and my breath, received all that I brought, my ins and outs, my thoughts, my worries, my tender heart and my tiredness\u2026 all of it\u2026<\/p>\n

Being received by this floor was like being received by Mother Earth\u2026<\/p>\n

I rolled and wallowed myself through the space, praying, wishing, longing; my body being a begging bowl for spirit\u2026 fully ready to surrender, deeply longing for some 5Rhythms medicine\u2026<\/p>\n

I danced my anger when someone bluntly stepped on my foot, in the midst of a shy-feet dance\u2026 I celebrated my body dancing across the floor through all the rhythms, from flow into staccato, chaos and lyrical; in stillness I slowed down and followed the teacher\u2019s invitation of going slower\u2026 still slower… even slower\u2026 even more slower\u2026 slowly gliding into emptiness\u2026<\/p>\n

Emptiness\u2026<\/p>\n

Wow, that is really a place I don\u2019t want to be\u2026 there is nothing\u2026<\/p>\n

I felt my fear of going there, felt all the tricks I have to avoid this place, like empty=full, nothing=all, dark=light\u2026 very spiritual\u2026 yeah\u2026<\/p>\n

Empty is black, raven black\u2026 blacker than black\u2026 it stirrs loss, mourning, letting go, letting go endlessly, nothing to hold on to\u2026 there is nothing to do anymore in this darkness\u2026 nothing I can do\u2026 travelling into emptiness merciless shook up my fear of being powerless\u2026<\/p>\n

The invitation kept on going\u2026 even slower\u2026 go there\u2026 into emptiness\u2026<\/p>\n

I felt a twitch, a change\u2026 a tickle of courage dropping in my moving being, a sparkle from the depth of my belly, the onset of a meltdown, a profound surrender to slowing down, my body found the way in\u2026 seduced me to explore emptiness, to face endlessness, nothingness, to really be in that deep deep black universe\u2026<\/p>\n

Empty\u2026 empty\u2026<\/p>\n

It\u2019s beyond words\u2026 I am not able to convey in words what happened\u2026 there was a shift\u2026 a shift in me of coinciding puzzle pieces\u2026 disappearing stories\u2026 a sense of dissolving\u2026 a deep sensation of awareness and insight\u2026 my mind having no clue what this all was about\u2026 my body fully taking in this new perspective\u2026 other sensitivity, new possibilities\u2026 a life changing experience\u2026<\/p>\n

5Rhythms medicine\u2026<\/p>\n

The way in, is the way out\u2026<\/p>\n

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