by Zylah » 06 May 2009, 18:39
I know, I already posted here, but there's so MUCH to be afraid of! Joking aside:
I have spent the majority of my life being afraid; I learned fear early, and it was a constant companion until I left my old life a year ago. As I become more myself, and progress further on my true path, I am realizing this more clearly.
My patronesses have taught me strength, steel, and love; this eliminated a lot of smaller fears by default, which took me pleasantly by surprise. Most recently, a pair of very old, wise, lovely trees called the Twins taught me that part of all my anxiety was a failure to go deeper, and a tendency to skim the surface of life instead. When I came out of my first meditation with them, there was a large hairy spider on my leg, which under any circumstances would normally cause a screech more blood-curdling than a banshee's. (Some people may think arachnophobia is funny, but in my case it has seriously been debilitating, as silly as that may sound.) My stomach reacted, but the influence of the priest-trees (that's how I think of them) made me stop and consider; instead of my typical reaction - screaming bloody murder and smashing it to pulp, which would of course upset me more since its innards would be smeared all over me-, I ended by flicking it off with the somewhat apologetic thought that I was not yet ready to accept spiders, though I will eventually get there. That was a giant step for me, and I would never have beleived I could take it, even two months ago.
So now I have a new fear: that I will somehow slip back, and fall back into the pit of fears that I lived in for so long, all those coiling, choking anxieties and terrors, known and unknown alike. It feels so wonderful to be relatively fearless; it gives me a special kind of horror to think of going back to how afraid I always was.