What does it mean to you ...? (Interactive)
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My twin that was lost ...
as if a piece of me is missing ...
Because now I feel like I lapse in some things.
as if a piece of me is missing ...
Because now I feel like I lapse in some things.
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(If you'd take part in this, I would appreciate it. You can write your response to the above statement in blue in the comment section below. As long or as short as you want. Whatever comes up: thoughts, feelings, questions, etc. Try not to be influenced by any other answers, so read others only after you have written yours. If for some reason you don't feel to put your name you can remain anonymous or use a nom de plume)
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The statement came about in a very intriguing way. One day I will explain it.
It was written by someone who said to me one day in April:
"I want to give you a challenge. Create an art piece inspired by me ..."
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As part of the ongoing process of creating this 'piece' (I don't know what it will be yet), I have been asking people (without explaining how the statement came about) what it means to them ... because it means something very important to the person who wrote it. In going with the flow, I've been recording people's answers with my dictaphone and, so far, they have been varied and interesting responses. Not everyone I've approached has answered, though. Some appear to be afraid ... of what, I'm not sure:
Me?
The dictaphone?
The statement?
A stranger approaching them with a seemingly bizarre request?
The thought that what they say will be 'wrong'?
(N.B. there is no wrong answer - it is your response)
The concept of answering a question that seemingly comes from nowhere?
The unexplained?
The Unknown?
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I will leave this up for two days and hopefully get some answers.
This is all a part of the 'piece' that is being created.
Thanks in advance.
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- Happy Hippy -
posted by Elspeth at Friday, June 17, 2005
21 Comments:
My twin that was lost ...
as if a piece of me is missing ...
Because now I feel like I lapse in some things.
This makes me think of my unexplored childhood. I think "my twin" is the childlike part of me that longs to run barefoot in the street, dance with butterflies and laugh at the sky. The part of me that finds true pleasure in the small things, like the smell of a new book, the feel of cotton candy on my tongue. My twin is the child in me that I have restrained and controlled so that I can easlily blend and fit into the Adult World of work and responsibilities. My twin is crying for me, which may be why I sometimes "feel like I lapse in some things."
SugarBrown
I am my twin. I have no twin. Created unique and individual my being is complete to replicate divinity my inherited gift. This is the gift of love which I have to learn to cherish and to use in my interactions with all. Let the power of love turn all into my twin.
These words yearn for a time when the knowing of ones self is but pure joy and no pain. By this I mean, I read the words and felt a soul on the journey to itself. its not there yet so, incomplete is its definition, its world, its pain, its joy. The blessed angel of time will soon bring its firend... relief, relief will bring its soulmate... knowing and knowing I pray will bring one of its lovers.... Bliss.
Imagine if your essence could be visualized as a glowing ball of light, small but compact, journeying through space and time until time directs its path to materialize into the physical – the body. In preparation, the essence divides to yield identical yet unique entities, mind and soul. They are of the same but their roles are different and connected and their interactions nourish the physical housing. Their intuitive interactions maintain the equilibrium necessary for sound, mind-body and soul. There are times along the new path that “storms” impair the connection and we lose ground, drift, feel lost, doubt……when one of the two is disconnected that is when we lapse …when they are intertwined as they should be we know who we are and we are found.
I pick up the phone to talk to myself
Just to find out what he’s doing
How he’s been, what mischief he’s gotten himself into today.
- that’s the opening line to a piece I have YET to write….
I am my own lost twin
Sometime back I had a feeling of pure freedom, dancing to some Punjabi music and then again recently while on my way home. And I didn’t care about who saw or what they thought (what more can they say?) I just felt… good! Maybe that was my twin in action!
Some years aback I was completely depressed. I sat down in the back of the church wondering what was going on… where was the lil boy who was bold and brave and didn’t care. It was as if piece of me (my twin self maybe?) was not just missing, but gone!
I have thoughts of dancing in the rain with someone. I have set in my head the ideal romance. Of people uninhibited who would dance in the middle of Frederick Street while others rush by – but the question remains - is there anyone out there who fits the bill correctly as I see it… or is it the long lost me, this twin, who just wants to be.
Wants everything to just be…
I had felt empty, longed for a sense of "home." My twin is the one that represents and embodies a part of my soul, that which is love. It has transformed me, and it feels like "home"....but it is still a solace that seems so far away from me. I feel my twin, a smile that changed my world, but tears that drown my own heart. My twin, I have found, and now I am too full of love and emotions which cannot flow. My twin is not ready perhaps..and I feel lost too.
I am thankful for having found parts of myself that I could not have known existed, through this process which has enlightened me to some degree. Maybe my twin and myself need to be complete individually before we can join? If ever. Maybe that would make for a stronger union? Maybe love is just a far away hope, which exists in my own reality...all that I have.
First thought...the lost twin rfers to that part of me that would have developed had I chosen another path many years ago, so what I lapse are unexplored areas, unattainable, which could have realized my NOW dreams.
My twin is real, her name is Heather. We look alike, but are very different people. Sometimes I think we'd make one really great "whole" person!
My twin that was lost has finally come home.My twin brought good health, peaceful thoughts, endless strength and inner acceptance. Folks would mention that I act as if a piece of me is missing when I’m away from my mates. My mates who knew me from the start.. learnt to appreciate me as a whole, as one loving soul.These friends of mine welcome me and my twin. But despite that, I still flipped the we in to just me. So because now that I feel like I lapsed in some things …I send this wind credit to my mates who have loved my good, bad, and idle ways. The countless beings who have helped me see and find the light back to my home base..i thank you, I forgive you, and I understand now why you did what you did. All I know is that since my twin and I are back together I’ve become a complete person again.
question the moment!
If you once shared a life with your twin, you are lucky.
I searched every room in the universe and never found my missing half.
Abandonment of loss ... of desire ... perhaps you stumble ... where else to find your true name but in this divine fall? The little moment we call a lifetime is yet a lapse in our dream ... to another dream. hold to nothing, not even the fond silences of thought, find the nam, give up and see the face in front of you!
When I hear those words it sounds like an echo from my past. It sounds like someone other than my present self; a person standing on the otherside of an expanse of water I crossed long ago. I am willing to hear/ witness it. I can recognise and understand it as "in search of..." The parts of me that once stood on either side of the bridge now stand together, here and now, increasing in commitment to union of Self. I search inwardly and no longer feel the emptiness or loss those words seem to imply. I do not relate or find personal meaning in direct alignment to; rather I see, as they prompt me to turn and look back, only an illusion that was...In the process of my life, I feel full. I feel whole. I feel growing into completion.
because i feel like i lapse in some things my cosmic purpose has faded to a narrower, shallower, stream of me...
The twin that I lost ... I just do
not remember in this life if and
when I had a twin.
The part of me that is missing ...
Oh yes ! the smile and the laughter
is not felt deep inside of me like
I know it used to be. My connection
to my higher self seems weakened.
I need this connection or else I
will always lapse in my true dream.
And what's that dream ? To simply
experience that the father and
I are one.
The statement is indeed representative of me and my view of my own life.
I think this feeling of loss of self may have something to do with a past incarnation that I'm still trying to hold on to. So I search and search for creatures with whom I can align myself - cats and dolphins I definitely have a connection with. I will continue to "lapse in some things" until there is a merging of spirit with flesh, or at least a better understanding of my purpose in this present existence.
The ‘Peace’ missing
was the distance between
my ‘self’ and my ‘God Self’.
Grateful to say now
that I walk closely
with my Twin.
My twin is my truest self - pure spirit. She speaks to me through intuition, filtered through my dreams. As I quiet my mind and listen to her, I come closer and closer to finding what I've lost. She guides me to my dreams, she keeps me rooted in the now. Only when I close my heart do I lapse. There are no regrets, no loss, only one true thing: my twin and I are one.
My twin is my 'dark half' who does all the unpleasant, sometimes necessary things that I cannot. "Who must do the hard thing?" "He who can" My 'dark half' can.
For me it is literal. I am half of the spirit of another a spirit that lasted only 19 hours some 37 years ago but I often wonder...what the 2 spirits would have wrought-1 Positive 1 Negative, 1 East 1 West, one yes 1 No, 1 Man-child 1 Woman-protector. I often wonder about the tag team-when one got beaten would the other one have stood up and prevailed. I Often wonder about my phonebill, would it all have been to 1 House in Trinidad every Xmas or to 2 houses. To one voice or to 2 Voices (Maybe 2 and a set of half voices).
There is emptiness, a dullness, a yearning for that extra $50 on your credit card to enable you to get the shirt you want-not the one you can afford...yes that sense of completeness is what I miss...what has lapsed.
twin? that thought went 24 years ago. no such luck pal.
twinings...tea? perhaps jasmine eh?
bitter reminders of life
lost? not really
celebrated moments alone on a cold day
rain splattering against forcing itself inside
terrible insulation
suddenly surrounded by abundant joy
perhaps a lapse in time
...fufilled
I often dream about people turning into butterflies
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