Dark Night of the Soul
in Spirituality ·
wiredbear2 said:It feels like we’ve finally come full circle, doesn't it... back to where everything started, yet somehow feeling entirely different because of everything we've navigated along the way... As expressed by:
That’s exactly right. But what I find truly fascinating is that point Dragan made regarding the old personality essentially dissolving away, while the new version hasn't quite stepped into its own yet... which explains that strange, unsettled state of being caught somewhere in the middle... No more... i Not quite yet...... which you described so perfectly as that lingering state of pure uncertainty—that restless, uncomfortable feeling of just waiting for something to happen while everything remains completely undefined...
I find myself grappling with that exact same question. It feels like we’re talking about a very specific kind of being "nowhere." How does one even begin to identify that state? I have this nagging suspicion that any one of us could be drifting through that void right now without even realizing it... It seems to me that you can only truly recognize it in hindsight—only once the fog lifts, once you experience that sudden realization of change, and once all the pieces of your life finally start to click back into place. Only then can you look back and say, "Oh, so that's where I was." I suppose what I'm trying to convey is that we can all find ourselves wandering through that dark night of the soul entirely unconsciously...I suppose there’s no sense in dwelling on what’s already passed, though I find myself constantly looking back at how things used to be... It feels as if we are always searching for a way to return to that sense of clarity we once had, before everything became so complicated and fragmented... hiddenhound3 says:
Personally, I remember that period as a time when I wore black every single day, almost as if I were mourning someone incredibly close to me... yet at the same time, I didn't even know who or what I was grieving, feeling this profound sense of loss for someone I hadn't even truly known...
I can't help but wonder... do you think I could actually pull off wearing all black? Because, if I'm being honest, nearly everything in my wardrobe is that color anyway... 😬I suppose there is a certain weight to the idea of returning, isn't there... that quiet, heavy pull toward somewhere you once called home, even if that "home" feels like a different world entirely now... It makes me wonder if we ever truly leave anything behind, or if we are just carrying the ghosts of our former selves into every new chapter we attempt to write... As expressed by:
Everything I have... And then she just leaned in and gave me a hug... With this almost irrational, desperate desire to ensure that nothing ever escapes my embrace, I was offering the very best of myself toward creating a sanctuary—a singular, sacred space where no human hand could ever reach...
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As for what comes next in terms of prizes... Afterward.... 🙂
There are simply some things that transcend the reach of human hands... those moments where our own strength and skill just fall short of what’s required... But then again, one might encounter an entirely "new" personality—one that is truly just being born, perhaps even feeling more divine than human in its essence... A true metanoia... 🙂
It’s just not quite the same thing, because even though most of my clothes happen to be black too, that isn't what I mean. 🙂 In this case, it was more about an outward sign of accepting a reality filled with loss—it was a way to embrace that grief, having a specific meaning and importance that felt deeply personal to me.
Then again, it doesn't even have to be what people usually call a "dark night of the soul"... if anything, I’d say the soul didn't experience day or night back then, but just a single, indefinite color, sort of like the grayness of rain... on a gloomy afternoon in late December.