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This is a letter to my friend but it might be a note to your inner self too.  We are all going through very difficult transitions in order to become full joyful living.  Many of us are watching loved ones depart or helping them transition out of their bodies and their pain.  If you are opening for the first time to your own emotion or to ever deeper experiences of emotion, this is a very intense time for you. I hope these words can inspire you to continue in your search for meaning and feeling in your daily life.  The warrior archetypes are dismantling now and emotion is fully available to the male body like never before.  I send love and support to all the men who are opening and embracing this wild new territory.


We are amazing products of our body’s ancient history archive, our learned and acquired emotional experiences, our mental assessments and our wild card cosmic connectivity with it all.
This is truly an amazing moment in or out of Time and Space with a lot of no time, all time “experientiality”.

And on top of that your Cat Lydia is probably the only person who has ever loved you absolutely unconditionally and wanted to be with you always, no matter what!  She’s taught you about the underlying possibility that Love really is the answer and maybe Love is all that matters.  But more than that – she gave you the experience of it in your everyday life.  She gives you back as much as you give her!  Such a balanced flow.  Love for Love.
She also gave you the opportunity to cleanse your tear ducts.  That was one way to start your own inner flow moving.

When was the last time your body touched ocean water? When was the last time your bare feet touched the dirt (not sand)?  When was the last time you stood in the rain and let yourself get soaked?  When was the last time you were naked in the morning sun?
Find something that feeds you – in addition to Lydia…  Something that isn’t weaker than you.

Nature can do that in some places still.

I’m finding that I typically get my “juice” from people but they have so little anymore.  I need to develop ways of nourishing myself by breathing in creative ways (maybe yogic or spiritual practices can show me how) for more oxygen content, absorbing the early morning sun on my skin for Vitamin D and other benefits, reading for the fun of being entertained, moving randomly (same time off computer moving, that I spend on it in one position), bouncing for lymphatic health (even more important than blood), and eating real organic food in higher quantities.

For me the tears don’t come unless I feel some cosmic sorrow for humanity or I really dive into some physical pain until I find a little girl who just cries because it hurts.  Emotions do not usually make me cry, I am not ruled by emotions-run-a-muck or overloading on the happy side either.

If “Old Yeller” makes you cry – use it to clean out your tear ducts once in a while. (BTW-typical codependency clue is you can feel animals or abused people more than yourself- from Bradshaw on the Family or Codependent No More)

One thing I’ve observed:  Silence comes from unending rage, Rage follows unresolvable anger, anger emerges from grief that we can’t change what’s going on for our own wellbeing, grief grows from wounds that keep getting opened.  Wounds come from our experience of the deep unresolved emotion of others that keep reoccurring.

Healthy Deep emotion is a learned experience that happens in a safe place.  Mostly we learn deep emotion from the pain and suffering of others around us as a kid.  Often in silence we simply feel what they feel and it sets our hard drive for that kind of software, then later when we have the mental tools to figure it out we try to put the pieces of the puzzle into some kind of picture that brings us peace in any way that can work to allow us to nourish ourselves in better ways.

Your body is talking to you about this topic, just keep following the leads to its needs and you’ll get somewhere that matters to you.  Everything is archived by your body, whether you know it or not.  So all those physical experiences of it are unopened mail.  (hum the aol tune here.)  You’ve got mail.

And just for your mind to hear it:  Holy shit that’s a long list of blows to the status quo if nothing else!!  I suggest that you might be inheriting the family “unclaimed mail”.  Maybe take a little time and write (with a pen and paper-one sheet for each person) each person’s biggest fear, biggest wound, biggest grief, biggest remorse, biggest failure, biggest unfulfilled dream, and see if they don’t move out of your body and onto the paper.

Then write a REAL obituary for each of them.  Let them be real and let all their experiences belong to them.  Maybe share it with the younger generation still alive so they don’t have to “wear” the family’s unopened mail.  Put a little chili pepper in the stew of family history.

And if you do, I would love to read what you write.  I love you, in many ways.  Casey

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