I played the role of a spiritual teacher and healer for several years.
During this intense stage, I took part in many illusions of our human experience in order to finally recognize myself and the eternal play of the mind.
I felt deeply that THERE IS MORE, I knew that I AM, that I AM THAT, that I do not need “something” for everything to happen …
However, despite so many changes, it still seemed to me that I had to do something, that I – Nulin, a person, have some influence on it all, that if I WILL defeat what disturbs me – in this person, I will find an endless Light once and for all. In a way, it was right that this person – I Nulina, I mother, I heal, I teacher, I friend, I experience – that all her weaknesses, mistakes, searches somehow disturbed me just being myself, being Who I Am. No effort, no claims, no denials and no self negation. When I worked with people during the session, I taught courses – then I felt that the Person I was disappearing, I was gone and only ENDLESS STRENGTH led me that Love would be recognized by these people. Words flowed, processes took place and only pure joy accompanied the observation of what was real.
NOW anchored only at the moment, I KNOW it’s SIMPLE, but all my dramatic story and great commitment to playing all these roles made me suffer a lot. Now it seems funny how stubborn I was to stick to my vision of life.
RECOGNITION, came in waves and when I saw that all waves were THE SAME, DISTANCE DISSOLVED. When I was ready, I really existed, beyond the illusion of duality.
I recognized THAT SOMETHING OUTSIDE AND IN, in silence and screaming, in joy and sadness, in abundance and lack, in health and illness, in friend and foe, in success and failure, in every manifestation of existence …
Tools on the road to recognition are valuable like everything in life, but there comes a moment when you feel that you don’t really need anything anymore.
Now only the noble PRESENCE that has so patiently accompanied me in these numerous projections of self-seeking is What leads me.
It is difficult to write ABOUT YOU when it turns out to be my nonexistence. You know me and I know you, that’s all …