Meeting Angels. Angel Jewellery. Wings of Freedom..
Visualise a ten feet square block of concrete. There’s a crack along one side and peering in I can see right through to the centre. In the centre is a bubble and in the bubble is a man. He is beautiful, and I see his eyes are bright and intelligent. Panic strikes me. I must help him, release him from his hell.. I call out for someone to help me but we are alone, so I call to him. “What shall I do”? His mouth is moving, and when I concentrate I see he is mouthing the word s.a.f.e., s.a.f.e, and he is moving his arms in a gesture which says ”back off I am safe in here and I am ok”.
I draw back confused, but suddenly aware of a deep recognising in me, I knew there was nothing I could do to set him free. Safety and isolation are his way of protecting himself from his pain. He has lost trust.
Fear of pain, of the unfamiliar, fear of knowing and becoming our own selves, these fears keep us imprisoned in that concrete block. To be free we need to be vulnerable, we take a huge risk to fully experience ourselves and life.
“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants that I so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.” Edgar Allen Poe.