Sarah Hawley

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Food for thought

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While it’s been a healing journey for us all, it’s also been a literal study of truth. My truth. The truth of others. Universal truths (or lack thereof). How and why we hide our truth and, given a cultural bent toward suppression of truth, how to even find it in the first place. The energy of truth. The freedom of truth.
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I was separate from others. I was still alone. Alone at the top, alone at the bottom. From that moment forth I adopted the mantra: “I love you. I see you. I am you.” and I’d repeat it whilst I lay eyes on any other human being I came into contact with. Irrespective of age, race, gender or ‘place’ in society. I even started repeating to animal and plants and the sun and the moon.
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This week I experienced my first hapé ceremony, in the open air under trees and the early evening stars. In the end, it was powerful. During ceremony I felt a deep connection with the earth, I felt grounded. I had the strangest dreams that evening, that weren’t really like dreams at all (it felt as though I was being spiritually upgraded) and in the morning I woke with extreme clarity.
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The education system teaches us very little, if anything at all, about money. Yet, every single one of us needs to manage money every day of our lives. So… what I’ve been thinking is why? Why would it not be a major feature in our education? Why would we not be educated and empowered to manage our money and achieve financial independence? And what if the reason is to keep us small? To keep us in fear. To keep us dependent and reliant and NOT FREE.
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I’ve healed my asthma through understanding myself. I’ve healed my allergies through understanding myself. I’ve healed the anxiety and depression I experienced through understanding myself. I’m a better friend, daughter, sister, lover, friend and leader through the deep diving I’ve done to understand myself. I’m able to give and receive the love of others fully because I’m no longer wearing any protective masks.
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While it’s been a healing journey for us all, it’s also been a literal study of truth. My truth. The truth of others. Universal truths (or lack thereof). How and why we hide our truth and, given a cultural bent toward suppression of truth, how to even find it in the first place. The energy of truth. The freedom of truth.
I was separate from others. I was still alone. Alone at the top, alone at the bottom. From that moment forth I adopted the mantra: “I love you. I see you. I am you.” and I’d repeat it whilst I lay eyes on any other human being I came into contact with. Irrespective of age, race, gender or ‘place’ in society. I even started repeating to animal and plants and the sun and the moon.
This week I experienced my first hapé ceremony, in the open air under trees and the early evening stars. In the end, it was powerful. During ceremony I felt a deep connection with the earth, I felt grounded. I had the strangest dreams that evening, that weren’t really like dreams at all (it felt as though I was being spiritually upgraded) and in the morning I woke with extreme clarity.
The education system teaches us very little, if anything at all, about money. Yet, every single one of us needs to manage money every day of our lives. So… what I’ve been thinking is why? Why would it not be a major feature in our education? Why would we not be educated and empowered to manage our money and achieve financial independence? And what if the reason is to keep us small? To keep us in fear. To keep us dependent and reliant and NOT FREE.
I’ve healed my asthma through understanding myself. I’ve healed my allergies through understanding myself. I’ve healed the anxiety and depression I experienced through understanding myself. I’m a better friend, daughter, sister, lover, friend and leader through the deep diving I’ve done to understand myself. I’m able to give and receive the love of others fully because I’m no longer wearing any protective masks.

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