The wound is the doorway

This is a hard one to swallow. This idea that pain could be a doorway to anything.

Our pain as humans is the byproduct of separation. Whether it’s separation from ourselves, from others, from God.

If someone else hurts you, it hurts because there is a part of us that knows that we aren’t separate and yet we are behaving as such. It can feel so alienating, so obscene, so devastating.

If you hurt yourself, that self-betrayal can be just as distressing.

And then, perhaps, it all goes back to the core wound of being separated from Life itself.

That point of duality being born. Of consciousness knowing itself through separation.

Of Life coming into 3D form.

But that understanding is the crux of this idea of the wound being the doorway.

One way or another, if you’re a seeker, it’s likely you will come face to face with this core wound of separation.

Our longing to connect, to merge, to become one with others and ourselves… it all harks back to the original split.

If you become adept at meeting the pain of the wound, of feeling it, of loving it, you are healing it. You are returning to a bit more oneness through meeting yourself in the pain.

We avoid the pain because we think we are it. We are so used to being in it, to feeling it, to making it mean things about us, to making it our identity… so it can feel like a stretch to meet it in its purest form, as sensation.

To meet and heal a wound the first thing is to do just that, to become aware of it happening. The key to this is some kind of meditation practice. I like to practice somatic awareness, which is a fancy way of saying “noticing the sensations in my body”. I watch, I breathe into, I make sound, I allow, I might let my body move in response to these sensations.

From there, you might ask the painful sensation “When was the first time I felt you?” or “How old am I?” and let it transport you back to a child version of you that feels that pain. Asking them, “How do you feel?” and “What do you need?” Then stepping in as adult you to be with little you. Becoming your own parent. Healing the wound from childhood.

And perhaps, sometimes, you sit with the sensation, not trying to change it, just allowing it to be there, holding space for it, being present with it. Breathing. Letting it unfurl. Letting it reveal itself to you.

This is the practice that might allow you to go even further back… beyond this lifetime, to other layers, other dimensions. Which is not something to force. Always allowing room for curiosity and whatever might be there, regardless of it’s shape or content.

In the face of presence and love, pain has a way of shifting and transforming, of unlocking and releasing, dissolving, of revealing truth.

It’s this kind of practice that allows the true nature to emerge and integrate more and more. For the infinite to settle and merge with the human.

To come back to Love and the truth of our oneness once more.