茶物語〜我們內在的過往生活
這是一個有助於啟發你開始自己的療癒之旅的故事。如果你在裡頭看見了自己，那麼現在就是盡快開始你的旅程的 時刻……
在那裡，你在沙發上舒服的坐著，早晨的光線射入你客廳的窗戶，你坐下來享受一杯茶。這是尋常的一天，這是尋常的早晨。然後有某種異味開始引起你的注意力。奇怪的是，它是從你房子的通風孔散發的。它是某種舊的、熟悉的和不舒服的傷感味道。它一定是從地下室往上飄的。你想知道，但你也是不想知道。你感覺它可能是什麼。然而，你又退回來，心想，「不，它不可能又是你。我不是已經送你上路許多次了？」但你知道這是一個顯然不會輕易轉身離開的訪客。
似乎透過每個通風孔，悲觀陰鬱的思想浮現了。你轉到一邊，看到灰塵的烏雲通過排氣孔。這雲狀物是來自於過去的事件。你說，「可是，不，你發生在二十年前，為什麼你還在？」你轉到另一邊，轉到下一個灰塵的雲狀物，你現在更強烈的說，「我知道我三十年前將你留下了，你為什麼回來？」一個接著一個，每個通風孔開始釋放來自於你過去的大量印象，沒有解決的事件，沒有療癒的關係，沒有追求的夢想，忽略的衝突，壓抑的情緒。這是壓倒性的。你的血壓升高;呼吸急促，心跳加速了，你的身體很緊繃。
你說，「但這一切都在那時，而現在是現在。我很久以前就決定要將這一切忘在腦後了。」但你無法否認它似乎現在正在發生著。它再次發生，而且比以前更強大。當你在對於無法相信的景象的敬畏中佇立時，時間以似煙的雲飄了過去，向四處翻騰著。你意識到這確實是發生了。你未解決的整個過去選擇這個時刻洶湧而至。你塞滿地下室緊鎖的大門後面的東西，現在回來了。但這次不是單純的拜訪，而是以必須被處理的力量回來。你花了一會兒將自己從困惑中搖出，將自己導向清晰的思路中。現在你以專注和確信的火花做出決定，「恩，我會做需要去做的事情。」
你很聰明;你感覺到這樣的日子可能再次出現。在樓上書房，已儲存五個整齊堆著的沈重水泥磚。每個都專門針對你生命的每一個十年。你可以從下面的通風孔聽到隆隆聲;你了解到你需要迅速的工作。匆忙的，你將你儲備的東西拿到樓下客廳。你對於這看起來的任務有令人羨慕的速度、不可思議的技能和天賦。在短短幾分鐘之內，你設法封鎖每一個通風孔。隆隆聲現在慢慢的消退了，煙霧逐漸的清除了。你鬆了一口氣，稍等片刻即可檢查，你磚頭的牢固障礙物實際上是否有頂住。但是，你想要很徹底，所以你耐心的等待著，一個小時過去了，兩小時過去了，三小時過去了。你得到了結論，「是的，我又再次回到清靜了。」你輕輕的嘆了一口氣。
你回到客廳的舒適，陽光的溫暖照耀進來。你心想，生活在有著更多小磚頭的城市當中, 也沒什麼大不了的。 沒問題，至少你家又是平靜的了。你以甘菊茶撫慰自己，嘗起來有淡淡的蜂蜜味，坐在沙發的柔軟舒適中，愉快又慶幸的休息著。又一天，又一次的轉危為安。故事結束了。
你喜歡這個故事嗎？這只是又一個故事，或者這是人類如何處理他們所無法面對的傷痛的方式？
~Avalon
The Tea Story ~ The Past Lives In Us
Here is a story for you to help inspire you to begin your healing journey. If you see yourself in it, then it is time to begin your journey soon…
There you are sitting comfortable on your sofa, the morning light shining into your living room window, you sit back to enjoy a cup of tea. a day like any other day, a morning like any other morning. Then a certain odd smell begins to catch your notice. Strangely, it is emitting from the vents of your house. It is the scent of something old, familiar and uncomfortably nostalgic. It is definitely rising up from the basement. You want to know and yet you don’t want to know. You sense what it might be. However you pull back and think, no, it couldn’t be you again. Haven’t I sent you on your way many times before? And yet you realize this is a visitor apparently not easily turned away.
It seems that through each vent, dark cloudy thoughts are arising. You turn to one side, seeing one dark cloud of dust peering through a vent. This cloud is an event from the past. You say, but no you happened 20 years ago, how come you are still around? You turn to another side and to the next cloud of dust, you say more strongly now, I know I left you behind 30 years ago, why are you back? One by one, each vent begins to release a flood of impressions from your past, events that never resolved, relationships that never healing, dreams never pursued, conflicts ignored, emotions repressed. It is overwhelming. Your blood pressure rises; your breath becomes short, your heart races, and your body tense.
You say, but all that was then and this is now. I decided long ago to leave that all behind. And yet you cannot deny what seems to be happening right now. It is happening yet again and now stronger than ever before. As you stand back in awe of the incredulous sight, smoky clouds of time gone past, billowing up everywhere. You realize indeed this is happening. The whole of your unresolved past has chosen this moment to come flooding back in. All that you have stuffed behind the locked doors of my basement is now returning. But not for a mere visit this time, this time it comes as a force to be reckoned with. It takes you a few moments to shake yourself out of bewilderment and direct yourself into clear thinking. You decide now with a spark of focus and conviction,well then, I will do what needs to be done.
You are clever; you sensed a day like this might come. In the den upstairs, you have stored 5 neat piles of heavy cement bricks. One dedicated for each decade of your life. You can hear the rumbling from the vents below; you realize you need to work fast. Hastily, you bring your reserves down to the living room. You have admirable pace, uncanny skill and natural talent for this task it seems. Within only a few short minutes, you manage to block off each and every vent. The rumbling is subsiding slowly now, the smoke clearing gradually. You sigh relief, wait a moment to check if the strong hold of your brick barricades do in fact hold. It seems they do. But you wish to be thorough, so patiently you wait, an hour passes, now two, now three. You conclude yes indeed I am back in the clear again. You sigh sweet relief.
You return to the comfort of your living room, the warmth of the sun shining in. You think, what is a few more brick structures lying around, a little city of them you now live among. It is ok, at least there is peace in your house again. You sooth yourself with a spot of chamomile tea, a touch of honey to taste and sit back into the soft comfort of your sofa for a pleasant congratulatory rest. Another day, another fire out. The End
Do you like that story? Just another story or is it how humans deal with pain they cannot face?
~Avalon