Healing the time syndrome:
A conquest on the path of transformation
I envision myself into a huge cave; enormous stones in different shapes protect a green lake, with deep and warm waters. On the top of the cave a narrow opening opens the way for an insistent ray of sunlight, who shines brightly as it touches the calm water's surface. I'm not alone; my companions rest on the stones and take their clothes off until all of us are naked, our exposed bodies show our pure intention to heal and renovate, in a timeless desire of pleasure and integrity, fulfilled as we dive into the dampish uterus of the Earth. We let the lake waters embrace our bodies as a caring mom. As we leave, our souls washed, we feel our sensitivity and aura expanded. We put our clothes on and go back to our daily busy routine. Someone asks me for how long have we been down there. Ten minutes? Three hours? The time elapsed on the watch has little to do with the vibrational richness of the experience and I realize that we have been healing the time syndrome. I wake up and realize, to my amazement, that I have been dreaming. What is the probable duration of a dream? One second? Two minutes? In vivid dreams we experience a new dimension of time. Maybe the watch registers no more than five minutes of a deep sleep, but in the dream the reality expands itself. In the cellular memory of our minds and bodies, dream and awaken reality have the same healing response: the time of the body is the time of memory and has little to do with the chronological time that limits our freedom and the transformation process.
Sailing in a time capsule
This dream of the cave seals, for me, a healing process that lasted twelve days, during which I worked to transform a painful childhood memory; a memory so deeply hidden and crucial that kept unconscious along twenty years of therapy that enabled me to break through profound traumas and armor. As I keep approaching my essential being this memory, entwined like a painful thorn in the time capsule that surrounds my body, surfaced with violence, triggered - to my surprise - by a successful participation in a World design contest. The cellular memory knows no time: today's pain repeats with equal intensity the pain of yesterday, last year's pain, another life's pain. The inflammatory process resists, for as long as the thorn is there. The top of the thorn showed its dark head and almost paralyzed the breast muscle, forcing me to face the facts. When I finally made up my mind to take it out, this water dream acted like a final balsam and I woke up healed.
Turning off the limiting circuits of time
The transformation and healing process demands patience, dedication and freedom, where the first step is to get rid of the time syndrome. There's no way to preview its duration, since the time of the body memory has unique characteristics and is not related to the daily calendar that rules human society routine. The chronic victims of the time syndrome fail to believe there is time, in their daily exhausting professional and social schedule, to heal their soul, to choose, to grow. In this way they unconsciously keep themselves in a state of spiritual somnambulism, where the infectious fat of stress and alienation clogs the arteries of love and development. The ultimate blockage of the fundamental human values provokes the stroke of our essential beings, leading to a state of automatism where many of us give up living in a richer, vibrating reality; at this point we hopelessly surrender to a degenerative aging process, accepting the chronic ailments of a misunderstood body, whose only choice is to continuously decay until death finally comes.