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A night of inner healing, leading to a celebration of courage and fireworks.
Category
- Meditation
Created by
- Lumen
When I finally found the courage to let go, a fireworks display happened as if by chance, and it was like a celebration for me.
The resentment lingered in my heart like old moisture. Anger crunched like dried dirt, and resentment piled up in a corner of my heart like worn-out paper. Without realizing it, these emotions clouded my vision, gradually clouding the window within me that allowed me to see the world. But that day, that night, I decided to carefully open that window.
The meditation began quietly, as it always did. My head, I chose a gentle attitude. I told myself it was time to let go, that I didn't need to hold on anymore. And my heart, instead of words, responded with a small tremble. I felt the knot of emotions tightly tied around my chest begin to loosen, little by little. Like ice melting in the sunlight on a spring day, it began to unravel, slowly but surely.
At that moment, light began to descend from the imaginary sky. Neither cold nor warm, just light "as is." The light didn't judge, didn't press. It simply descended quietly and touched my heart. Divinity seeped in silently, and as the light passed through my heart, I finally gained the conviction that I could "let go." That was courage. And that courage, as if it had been waiting, blossomed within me into a blissful feeling.
And when the meditation ended and I returned to reality, it felt like a natural connection. Last night, I finished work I had to do late into the night. When I got up and looked out the window, fireworks were starting at our neighborhood lake park. The fireworks, which I hadn't even realized were a scheduled event, felt strangely like a blessing to me that day.
The fireworks exploding in the night sky felt like the light within me spreading outward. As countless colors rose through the darkness, sparkling and fading, I saw myself in that moment. The countless emotions I'd swallowed and suppressed, bursting, dissipating, and vanishing, one by one. It was a symbol of letting go, and at the same time, a sign of birth. Fireworks for me, a festival for me. No one could have known it, but in that moment, it seemed as if the entire universe was breathing alongside me, gazing into my inner self.
This experience gave me a clear message: when I truly surrender within, the external world responds to that truth. That is synchronicity, that is the working of the divine.
Now I know. The resentment, the anger, the resentment, they weren't there to harm me, but to flow through me and lead me to something deeper, something more profound. And where I once held and let go of all those emotions, light can now dwell.
Now, my meditation is not simply a moment of silence, but a place of true encounter. It's a space where the self of my head, the self of my heart, and the spirituality symbolized by light meet. There, I breathe again and live again.
