Labyrinth of ourselves

Each human being has a masterpiece to offer to humanity, to the universe, which is its own vocation.

We are all sons and daughters of a promise, through the accomplishment of a non-transferable individual task, this mission invites us to penetrate the labyrinth of ourselves towards our true self.

It is a great definition of the concept, by the world health organization, which focuses on health not as the absence of symptoms, but as the presence of psychosomatic and social well-being. Environmental and spiritual well-being was included.

Perhaps we can add to this beautiful definition of health a tendency to integrate, harmonize.

In this sense, pathology would be the malaise produced by a tendency to disintegrate, to dissociate, to disharmonize, to distance us from this core of the “Being that makes us be”.

In the history of emotional health, the repression of sexuality, power and meaning with its harmful consequences has been exposed. We also need to clearly and vigorously expose the repression of what we have of the greatest and highest: the human potential to achieve total quality to flourish fully.

I believe that our reflections are helping to demystify the word holiness, or fullness that represents a potential inheritance in each of us. The possibility of evolutionary flowering is projected on just a few people, venerated as if they were superhuman. This is a comfortable and irresponsible alienation. As Eckhart said: God is closer to me than myself.

The crisis we are experiencing is a small soul. We lose sight of the vastness of the human project. The whole history of human fullness speaks of the same process of rescuing oneself.

Being all that we really are is an achievement of the process of individuation of crossing the shadows towards Being, a process that never ends and that begins with the first step in this labyrinth of ourselves.

Labyrinth is not a straight path. It is a spiral full of curves. Sometimes we are so close to the center and the curve takes us away. Sometimes we are so far from the center, and another curve of it brings us closer.

Renew yourself.

Reborn in yourself.

Multiply your eyes to see more. Multiply your arms to sow everything. Destroy the eyes whom have seen.

Create others, for new visions.

Destroy the arms they have sown,

To forget to harvest.

Always be the same.

Always the other. But always loud.

Always far away.

And inside everything.

-Cecília Meireles-