I knew it was coming. There was a miracle on it’s way. I knew it was time. I knew it was predestined. I felt prepared but there can be no preparation for a spiritual breakdown. There can be no preparation for moving back and forward in time where everything is collapsing and emerging at exactly the same time. At first you are as if in a dream because it is truly a dream like state. You feel completely detached as if you are on an island looking through a periscope and everything looks so small and insignificant and at the same time silently underneath volcanoes are erupting.
There was nothing to grab onto. There was no frame of reference. There were elements of the dark night. I was lost in a sea of complete detachment and yet the most excruciating emotion. I have never felt so alone. I have never felt more as if I were fighting desperately for something I was not even sure of.
Everything I have ever been came clamoring. Everything I wish to be was before me and yet I remained in this limbo for weeks unsure of everything and everyone. There was no thinking. There was just surviving. This was a state of being. This was a physical, mental, spiritual crisis. I am not at all sure how I made it through.
There were no revelations. There were no hints or clues of anything. I was in a void, just being and feeling. I felt completely desperate. I felt I needed to be in a convent or a monastery or a cave. This is what I thought of constantly.
So the miracle was sent. Precious words and memories were exchanged. And then that defining undeniable sentence was spoken. It was quiet and beautiful and then it began to pick up wind and became a tornado swirling all around me.
In an instant it changed everything. Slowly the unraveling began. Systematically the universe responded. Everything I had seen, everything I had heard, seeped into my cells and into my bones. Fight or flight. There is nowhere to run. I am left to weather the storm.
It almost seems like a dream now but it was real and true and necessary. I still do not understand a bit of it and perhaps I never will. I only know that when you call out for years on end “I will do what is asked of me” you better mean it.
The Heart of Love 