The end of the view of my voices
Saying good by to a creative
experience is not always easy.
It was an exciting, fun and challenging
adventure to see if I could find new ways to investigate
what had happened below the surface at different life
phases. My creation of inner voices and night sleep
thinking gave me plenty of new insights about my life
and over the years helped me to build a procedural
memory entry to get me to a place where I could easily
communicate with my inner experiences .
But something happened as I continued to
write about my results of my creative thinking; my inner
voices made me aware that they needed a meeting with me.
I could tell by their request that it was important and
I better be prepared to listen fully. At our meeting
they talked with one voice; they felt I was replacing my
learning experiences with them for with what I was learning from
my writing and they felt unnecessary.
They felt that our relationship was giving us good
perspective and we were having fun with what we were
experiencing. I agreed that they were right and I
explained why it was that I needed to write and why it was important to me.
As our meeting ended, I felt we had all agreed
that I could write during the day and our nightly
sessions were ours.
I was wrong! The next day I tried
communicating with my mind voice, but I did not even
sense that he was there. I decided to wait until our
night time but when I went to talk to them, there was
still no one there; I could not even sense them. What I did sense was
that our relationship was over and I knew it was no use
trying to get it back. I spent the rest of the night and
most of the next day dealing with my sense of loss,
sadness even to the point of tears; crying is the
process of unhurting. Our nightly sessions
had brought such joy and insights, how could they not even say
As the next night passed and the
following night at my sleep time, I thought I would just
say "Well, lets see what happens" and went to sleep. I
smiled as I woke and looked at the clock and it was three o'clock
and there was an insight waiting for me. Only it wasn't
but me alone.
As a good bye gift, they had formed a "The
Synergy of the Human Experience"
in me of which they were all part of me as
ONE. They knew that I had to continue on my
journey and that they, as individual voices, had worked
with me to accomplish what I had needed for me to reach
It was a beautiful gift of
love and understanding and the
awareness had the same whole feeling as our
nightly thinking; still,
I miss my friends.