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The self-healing guide for Gaia.
Five steps into health.
Dear human friend.
Every time I write, the flow of words keeps me up all night. And it does so because the words want to be written. Now. It is as if I have no other choice. I obey. And I write. All night long.
If I were asked for my duty as human being, I would probably answer with “I am here to listen to what lies between the obvious and to translate it.” If one would want to know, how exactly I listen to the unhearable, I might not be able to explain, that neither my ears nor my mind are ever involved in hearing and that neither my fingers nor my tongue are ever involved in telling the stories I hear. I can as well not reply to those who ask me about what story I assumed to be important to be translated. I am who I am. I have what I have. I do what I do along with what passes me on the way through life.
Now, the world, Gaia, is torn apart. And she approaches me almost every day. She makes me write. And I write.
Tonight, she woke me up. Not soft as usually. She spent a nightmare on me. All I remember now is, that I sat upright in my bed. Screaming. “Heal!” Was all I heard myself shout. “Heal! Why do you not understand the process of self-healing?”
