This story is a metaphor about a part of our life.
We are pushed to
This process of psychological self-mutilation happens to us unconsciously mostly: when our family doesn’t understand some of our attitudes or traits of character; when our social group rejects us because of our personality; when we are humiliated because of our looks; when we fear to be abandoned because of an attitude of ours and therefore we fear to take action; when our memories hurt us and we push them into the very bottom of our hearts; when we act in certain ways so that we will not lose our jobs or to get a good career. Cutting off or streching bits of ourselves,we head towards
The moulding process – by means of punishment, prize, humiliation, fear, guilt, social judejment, pain – to the size of Procrustes’ bed is painful as we give up on some parts of ourselves, forgetting others inside us, and thus sacrificing ourselves beyond belief. We do all this not to be abandoned, rejected, humiliated, to be happy, successful and loved.
In time we stop being sincere, getting away from our free, loving and divine nature. We get stuck to Procrustes’ bed. We risk becoming insecure, afraid, anxious, bitter, intolerant, losing bit by bit our self-esteem. We get more and more lonely lost in ourselves, believing that we’ll never be able to reach
An inner crisis may be a healing process of our being to find our lost authenticity, to rediscover our divine nature. We only can initiate the change, we only can free ourselves from the mutilation process which we accepted to submit ourselves. We only can get free from what is limiting and hurting us. We only can dream of
in Rosacruz , year 84º, no 393 ( July Agust, September )