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Crossing into the Mysteries of the Cocoon “In times of suffering, when you feel abandoned, perhaps even annihilated, there is occurring –at levels deeper than your pain– the entry of the sacred, the possibility of redemption. Wounding opens the doors of our sensibility to a larger reality, quo impeditur ad habitum et quantum ad hoc requiritur. "Houston Jean-,,en,Fit nonnumquam in vita mutatur qui tam profunde in finem cum vulnerati,,en,moriatur, et nos, in quo regeneramur,,,enThere are moments in life when we are wounded so deeply that it changes us forever, where we die and are reborn. Proficisci deseritur novam domi,,en,Duis ac enim causa pons reversio incertum,,en,Suus 'a tempore transfigurationis,,en,a limen, cum se futurum sui, qui nostra aetate copulat,,en,Utcumque conamur eo,,en,limen ingressus est per mutationem,,en,anima initiationis,,en,Et dum limina iam non facies nostras,,en,sed hic quoque nova,,en,Aut ærugo, aut ærugo, perdidit, naturam suam accipit, sicut papilio, sed naturae,,,en,Sicut papilio, qui vero non revertetur ad formandum sit a tinea,,en. We cross a bridge into the unknown and there’s no going back. It’s a time of transformation, a threshold that links our past self with our future self. In whatever way we go about it, going through this threshold is a metamorphosis, a soul initiation. At every threshold we lose aspects of our self, but we also gain new aspects. Like a caterpillar loses its caterpillar-nature but gains its butterfly-nature. Just as the forming butterfly cannot return to being a caterpillar, non potest homo redire somno evigilans,,en,magnitudine enim tegmine amisimus modum et in sacris vulneribus ejus aperta,,en,Tegmine,,,en,Effusum est in limine esse in corpus nescio,,,en,a morte regeneratione metamorphosis,,en,quod Rollo igitur, ut dicitur, "Tempus, fatali,,en,"Quod sit finiri pupal Phase,,en,In tegmine, inquit, est locus in quo errata potest, sapientia et missteps potest inesse iuncturas,,en,Vestibulum metus uirtutem locus redivivus discere invenire ubi ultuma desperatione spes,,en,Sicut dixit Rumi,,en, quia tegmine amisimus modum et vulnera vasta apertum. Caught in the throes of an existential threshold, a death-rebirth metamorphosis, what Rollo May called “a Time of Destiny,” our pupal phase has come to an end. In tegmine, inquit, est locus in quo errata potest fieri praecipit, et sese lapides missteps. It’s a place where we learn how to recycle fear into courage and discover hope in the depths of despair. Like Rumi said, "Et signum spei nihil deserto,,en,ut spes in membris desperatione,,en,Cor,,en,spes non occidere '. Sed ut appareat nos adulti parati,,en,versions of ipsi sapientes,,en,Sumus boni, non decebat olim armis paratos ad nostram vulnerable novum cutis,,,en,Et nos, qui, sub specie cogitatio-nos sunt,,,en,est ens actu intelligit aequaliter examinandas timoris et tristitiae victoria,,en,Aliquam erat volutpat,,en,et ambulans in via,,,en,Mysterium tegmine transitu,,en,actus non est "esse" cum responso,,en, so much hope still lives inside despair. Heart, don’t kill that hope.” But are we ready to emerge as adults, as wiser versions of ourselves? Are we ready to shed our old clumsy armor for new vulnerable skin? Beneath the mask of who-we-thought-we-were, Quaestio utraque est ens actu intelligit timoris et tristitiae victoria. Bridging the gap, walking the path, crossing into the mystery of the cocoon, is not an act of “being” with an answer, sed per "fieri" in quaestione,,en,Sed utrumlibet de homine dicitur tincidunt,,en,qui in vero sunt, ut non ficta aestimatione, verum, ut eorum certitudo,,,en,Terribilis autem offici incidit alte,,en,quae transformat hominis,,en,Praesent in animum in tegmine ubi ego occurrit,,en,Sed in virum, in quo conveniat cum tegmine umbra,,en,tunc non amplius est linearibus,,,en,sed immensa et infinita,,,en,Sicut hypocritæ peribit: et extendam animus per aeternitatem,,en,Nostra quidem solutio est ut forma, quod forma est principium futuri, ut gel,,en. It’s about the open-ended creative expression of a person, whose truth-as-value has trumped their truth-as-certitude. But what a profound and terrifying duty has falls upon us, the transforming human. Sed ubi in tegmine Ego occurrit animo. It’s in the cocoon where the Hero meets the Shadow. Hie, time is no longer linear, but vast and infinite. Our soul is stretched gossamer-like across eternity. Our previous form is dissolving even as our future form is beginning to gel. In quorum uno coaluerint pristinae vitae,,en,in finem saeculi vetustate,,en,Ut nos sentire,,,en,et accipere,,en,Hoc erit, ut nos auferant,,,en,Et relaxare, ut idem illud constringimus prioris,,en,ut aliquando gravitas dimittere,,en,nos omissa in vepre,,en,ob abyssum,,en,ubi veritati discutiamur,,en,sensus obscurus in utero frangitur atque incubant,,en,Et allisisti nos in vacuum fuerit,,en,et nos latet ea,,en,Sed in chaos aurum,,en: the end of our old way of being in the world. We come to realize, and to accept, that this transformation will destroy us. And as we loosen our grip on our former identity, as we let go of the heaviness of the past, we are dropped into the snarling, unforgiving abyss; a place where we are shattered against truth, and lie broken and defeated in a dark womb of meaninglessness. The void has consumed us, and we have subsumed it. But there is gold in this chaos. Aliquando niger ignis est indomitas,,en,Est procul in nova attonitos in cordis pulsatio,,en,qui natus erit extensio alarum eius, sicut papilio,,,en,"Gurgite est, in eundo,,en,"Inquit Julius Caesar,,en,"Ut vitam recuperare thesauri,,en,Et ubi offendit,,en,thesaurus tuus ibi est. "Ubi offendimus,,en,ubi a morte moriemur,,,en,in nobis est bonum spirituale,,en,Non est providentia,,,en,Ut recto itinere ad alae,,en,Quae autem sunt, qui mortuus est,,,en,ipse factus est in caput nostrum, quod ab omni STERCUS,,en,Parati sumus accipere reformatio nostra,,en. There is the distant flutter of a new heartbeat, like a newborn butterfly stretching its wings. “It is by going down into the abyss,” writes Joseph Campbell, “that we recover the treasures of life. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.” Where we stumble, where we die a little death, there lies our spiritual boon, there lies providence. All that we were has died, becoming the compost that our new self emerges from. We are ready to accept our transformation. Servos jam fatis,,en,Sic ergo minister sortis,,en,Nos tamen exstent,,en,et ecce magis,,en,Oculi novum magnus picture,,en,per sensus, sed ex magno parua re, ut perciperet,,,en,Quapropter gratias immensa vitae divitiae,,en,Omnia h,,en,ut mutetur,,en,Quid futurum sit, apertis,,en,Mendacium et vastitatem in tegmine aperta retro inani,,en,Et commovebuntur a nobis ad: "et residuum bruchi" præteritum sui,,en,aperit caelum, ut luceant lumen novum, quod in tenebras super civitatem præteritum,,en. We are now agents of destiny. We project less, and see more clearly. Our new eyes see the big picture, using big mind instead of small mind to perceive reality. We have discovered an immense gratitude for the richness of life. Mutata sunt omnia. The future is wide open. The cocoon lies cracked open and empty behind us. And as we shake away the “caterpillar residue” of our past self, the sky opens up to shine its new light onto the dark city of our past, THEATRUM ubi nunc sumus in libero convertendi ad litteram esse nobis pari integerrimus,,en,Mirum dictu,,en,quia recto itinere nequiuerit lobis late aperiret nobis,,en,extensio alarum, quasi,,en,Parati sumus fuge,,en,Mysteria tegmine transitum,,en,PAPILIO Efféctus,,en,"In tempore passionis,,en,cum tibi desertae,,en,et forte ad nihilum,,en,et vicina carne non est facta, in campestribus quoque et dolor, in limine sacro,,en,et redemptionis pos-,,en,Vulnerans recludat nostris sensibus est a multo amplius,,en. Amazingly, our frontal lobes open up wide, stretching out like wings. We are ready to fly. Source:: Auctor et Curabitur:
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Prelazak u Misterije Cocoon,,en,Butterfly Effect,,en,"U vremenima patnje,,en,kada osjetite napušteni,,en,možda čak i uništiti,,en,Tu se pojavio-na razinama dubljim od svoje boli-ulaskom sveto,,en,mogućnost otkupa,,en,Ranjavanje otvara vrata naše osjetljivosti na veće stvarnosti,,en,koji je blokiran na našem udomljene i kondicionirane gledišta. "-Jean Houston,,en,Postoje trenuci u životu kada smo ranjeni tako duboko da nas mijenja zauvijek,,en,gdje ćemo umrijeti i ponovno se rađaju,,en “In times of suffering, when you feel abandoned, perhaps even annihilated, there is occurring –at levels deeper than your pain– the entry of the sacred, the possibility of redemption. Wounding opens the doors of our sensibility to a larger reality, which is blocked to our habituated and conditioned point of view.” –Jean HoustonThere are moments in life when we are wounded so deeply that it changes us forever, where we die and are reborn. Mi napustiti svoj stari dom kako bi krenuo za novi,,en,Prelazimo most u nepoznato i nema povratka,,en,To je vrijeme preobrazbe,,en,prag koji povezuje našu prošlost samouprave s našeg budućeg sebe,,en,Na bilo koji način ćemo ići oko njega,,en,prolazi kroz taj prag je metamorfoza,,en,Inicijacija duše,,en. We cross a bridge into the unknown and there’s no going back. It’s a time of transformation, a threshold that links our past self with our future self. In whatever way we go about it, going through this threshold is a metamorphosis, a soul initiation. Na svakom pragu smo izgubili aspekte našeg sebstva,,en,ali mi također dobiti nove aspekte,,en,Poput gusjenice gubi gusjenica prirodu, ali dobiva svoj leptir prirodu,,en,Baš kao što leptir formiranje ne može vratiti da bude gusjenica,,en,Buđenje ljudsko ne može vratiti da se spava,,en,za koje smo skrenuli s puta u beskraju čahura i naše svete rane su otvorene,,en,Čaura,,en,Uhvaćen u bolovi od egzistencijalne praga,,en,smrt-ponovno rođenje metamorfoza,,en,ono Rollo May zove "Time of Destiny,,en, but we also gain new aspects. Like a caterpillar loses its caterpillar-nature but gains its butterfly-nature. Just as the forming butterfly cannot return to being a caterpillar, an awakening human cannot return to being asleep, za koje smo skrenuli s puta u beskraju čahura i naše rane su otvorene. Caught in the throes of an existential threshold, a death-rebirth metamorphosis, what Rollo May called “a Time of Destiny,"Naš pupal faza je došao kraj,,en,Cocoon je mjesto gdje se pogreške mogu postati lekcije i missteps može postati otvorenost,,en,To je mjesto gdje učimo kako reciklirati strah u hrabrost i otkriti nadu u dubinama očaja,,en,Kao i Rumi, rekao je,,en,"Kad ne postoji znak nade u pustinji,,en,tako da se nadam još uvijek živi u očaj,,en,Srce,,en,ne ubiti tu nadu. "No, jesmo li spremni izaći kao odrasle,,en,kao mudrijim verzije sebe,,en,Jesmo li spremni proliti svoju staru nespretni oklop za novu ranjivu kožu,,en. Cocoon je mjesto gdje se pogreške mogu postati lekcije i missteps može postati stepenice. It’s a place where we learn how to recycle fear into courage and discover hope in the depths of despair. Like Rumi said, “When there’s no sign of hope in the desert, so much hope still lives inside despair. Heart, don’t kill that hope.” But are we ready to emerge as adults, as wiser versions of ourselves? Are we ready to shed our old clumsy armor for new vulnerable skin? Ispod maske koje-smo-mislili-smo-bili,,en,je biće koje razumije da svako pitanje je jednake dijelove Čin čuđenje i prevladavanje straha,,en,Premošćivanje jaza,,en,hodanje stazom,,en,prelaska u otajstvo čahura,,en,nije čin "bitku" s odgovor,,en,, nego "postaje" u pitanje,,en,To je oko otvorenog kreativnog izražavanja osobe,,en,čiji je istina-kao-vrijednost je trumped svoju istinu-kao-sigurnošću,,en,No, ono što duboka i zastrašujuća zadaća ima padne na nas,,en,pretvarajući ljudska,,en, je biće koje razumije da svako pitanje je čin čuđenje i prevladavanju straha. Bridging the gap, walking the path, crossing into the mystery of the cocoon, is not an act of “being” with an answer, but of “becoming” within a question. It’s about the open-ended creative expression of a person, whose truth-as-value has trumped their truth-as-certitude. But what a profound and terrifying duty has falls upon us, the transforming human. To je u čahuri gdje Ja ispunjava dušu. It’s in the cocoon where the Hero meets the Shadow. Ovdje, time is no longer linear, but vast and infinite. Our soul is stretched gossamer-like across eternity. Our previous form is dissolving even as our future form is beginning to gel. All the paths of our former life have merged into a single point: the end of our old way of being in the world. We come to realize, and to accept, that this transformation will destroy us. And as we loosen our grip on our former identity, kao što smo pustiti na težinu prošlosti,,en,mi smo pao u režao,,en,nepopustljiv ponor,,en,mjesto gdje smo razbili protiv istine,,en,i lagati slomljen i poražen u mračnoj utrobi besmisla,,en,Void nam je konzumirao,,en,i mi smo ga podvesti,,en,No, tu je zlato u ovom kaosu,,en,Tu je iskra negdje u ovoj neugasivom crno,,en,Postoji udaljeni lepet novog srca,,en,kao novorođenče leptir istezanje krila,,en,"To je tako da odete u ponor,,en,", Piše Joseph Campbell,,en, we are dropped into the snarling, unforgiving abyss; a place where we are shattered against truth, and lie broken and defeated in a dark womb of meaninglessness. The void has consumed us, and we have subsumed it. But there is gold in this chaos. There is a spark somewhere in this unquenchable black. There is the distant flutter of a new heartbeat, like a newborn butterfly stretching its wings. “It is by going down into the abyss,” writes Joseph Campbell, "Da mi se oporavi blaga životu,,en,Gdje ste posrnuti,,en,tu leži vaše blago. "Gdje ćemo se spotaknuti,,en,gdje umremo malo smrt,,en,tu leži naša duhovna blagodat,,en,tu leži providnost,,en,Frontalni Wings,,en,Sve što smo je umro,,en,postaje kompost da je naš novi samostalno izlazi iz,,en,Mi smo spremni prihvatiti našu transformaciju,,en,Nismo više robovi sudbine,,en,Sada smo agenti sudbine,,en,Projiciramo manje,,en,i vidjeti jasnije,,en,Naši novi oči vide veliku sliku,,en,koristeći veliki um umjesto malog uma percipirati stvarnost,,en. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.” Where we stumble, where we die a little death, there lies our spiritual boon, there lies providence. All that we were has died, becoming the compost that our new self emerges from. We are ready to accept our transformation. We are no longer slaves to fate. We are now agents of destiny. We project less, and see more clearly. Our new eyes see the big picture, using big mind instead of small mind to perceive reality. Otkrili smo ogromnu zahvalnost za bogatstvo života,,en,Sve h,,en,izmjenjen,,en,Budućnost je širom otvorena,,en,Cocoon laži odškrinula i prazna iza nas,,en,I kao što smo tresti daleko "gusjenica ostatka" našeg prošlog sebstva,,en,Nebo se otvara sjati svoje novo svjetlo na tamnom gradu naše prošlosti,,en,pretvarajući ga u igralište gdje smo sada slobodni biti najautentičniji i kreativni verzija nas samih,,en,Nevjerojatno,,en,naši čeonih režnjeva otvoriti široka,,en,proteže se poput krila,,en,Mi smo spremni za letenje,,en. Sve se promijenilo. The future is wide open. The cocoon lies cracked open and empty behind us. And as we shake away the “caterpillar residue” of our past self, the sky opens up to shine its new light onto the dark city of our past, transforming it into a playground where we are now free to be the most authentic and creative version of ourselves. Amazingly, our frontal lobes open up wide, stretching out like wings. We are ready to fly. Izvor slike: Komentari This is the most beautiful article I have ever read; it spoke directly to my soul! This helped a lot, hvala. I’m thoroughly enjoying your other articles also, keep up the phenomenal work! Pronounced in Arabic = Sokoon it literally means Silence, or the Final Stillness that comes after much buzzing noise which relates to the overload from society and also self-thought nagging on our mental door and bombarding our daily sanity, thus leading us to the bliss of inner meditation silence or Sokoon.