Whatever projections I was projecting on to him they were toxic and binded to me like a straight jacket. I nearly gave up and considered packing my bags and flying to Switzerland to check myself into The Jung Institute in Zurich. Surrender felt like accepting life with a love disease that had infected the core of my being. My only choice that remained was not a choice at all .... I had to pray.
Ironically, it was today, after a thousand prayers were uttered begging God to grant me selective amnesia and delete all memories of him, did a better remedy happen. Why today? What happened? Four Goddesses showed up, each saying a piece of the puzzle that I finally was ready to hear, to create the elixer to set me free. And today, strangely enough, was the same day I met him a whole 365 days ago.
Tuesday was wisdom from Heather Strang, Wednesday were wise words from Tamara Green, Thursday it was Devi Ward's turn, and Friday was a kind of ceremonial karmic cord breaking session in a BodyTalk appointment with Shelley Poovey in New York. It was Shelley's session that halted the thoughts for good.