Draw the Breath

The experience was incredibly profound and healing by Brian Scott Reality Revolution I don’t think I’ve cried with such intensity in years. Losing my mother at the age of seven was a profound wound, and during the meditation, it felt as though I was transported back to that moment—reliving the pain of a little girl who had just realized her mother would never return. What struck me the most was the depth of how much I missed her, and for the first time, I could truly feel the love I had for her overflowing from my heart. These tears didn’t come from my eyes, but from a place deep within that had been locked away for 49 years. In my mind, I invited my mother to the pond of our old home, where I used to play with my fish—and she came. Then, my aunt appeared—she had passed away during the pandemic, and because I couldn’t attend her funeral, I hadn’t fully mourned her loss. She was like a mother to me, always caring for me with deep compassion and love. As I wept, I realized how much sadne

To find peace within the whirlwind of the mind’s games, we often lose our way on the journey. Today, my restless feelings reminded me of a story from Stuart Wilde. He explains that when you're trapped, you sit down, rest, and allow the vegetation to grow over you. This represents staying calm and not overreacting. Then, you use a metaphorical stick to free yourself from the entanglements, stand up, and move on. He suggests repeating this process—getting tangled, resting, releasing—until you eventually find a way out of the forest.    The idea is about patience and persistence, acknowledging that obstacles are part of the journey. By releasing yourself repeatedly from small constraints, you can ultimately overcome larger ones and find a path to freedom.    I’d like to share this as a reminder to myself and others, to inspire and encourage us to take that bold first step on our journeys. No matter how daunting the path may seem, every great adventure begins with that initial moment o

I may be wrong, but standing up for what I feel in my heart seems necessary at times. I call that self-respect. Even if I am mistaken, being able to assert what feels right can guide me to the right place. When my expressions stem from pure consciousness, they feel right, even if I might be wrong. 저는 틀릴 수도 있지만, 제 마음속에서 느끼는 것을 지키는 것이 때로는 필요하다고 생각합니다. 저는 그것을 자존감이라고 부릅니다. 비록 제가 잘못되었더라도, 옳다고 느끼는 것을 주장할 수 있는 능력은 저를 올바른 곳으로 인도할 수 있습니다. 제 표현이 순수한 의식에서 비롯될 때, 비록 제가 틀릴 수도 있지만, 그것은 옳게 느껴집니다. Soo Kyung Kim The image was created by AI and designed by Soo Kyung Kim.

O ur Inner Thoughts and Emotions Shape Our Outer Realities . "As the fountain in the heart rises high and pure, so the outward life flows serene and strong. When a man learns that his heart is the wellspring of all his thoughts and actions, he sees the need to purify it, for only by doing so can he bring peace and harmony into his outward life. It is not by shaping external circumstances, but by shaping the heart, that man finds true strength. The power of life lies not in outward conquests but in inner mastery. When the heart is purified, the world outside conforms to the purity within." By James Allan As I read his words, I felt a chill run through me, the kind that comes when something resonates so deeply, you can’t ignore it. His message pierced my heart: our external circumstances are merely reflections of our internal thoughts and emotions. If we let anger, jealousy, or fear control us, they inevitably shape our lives into something filled with struggle and discord. On

Have you ever had sleepless nights? When it happens too often, you know exactly what it's like. Last night, I went to bed at 10:30 p.m., only to wake up at 11:45 p.m. It wasn’t the first time, and I’ve grown used to this restless pattern. Most of the time, I lie there, hoping to fall back asleep, but often I can’t. I’ve realized that while I can’t control when sleep comes, I can choose whether or not to suffer through it. So instead of focusing on my physical body, I shift my attention. I ask myself, 'Who do I want to be in this sleepless moment?' Then, the thought comes—a sleepy baby. Imagine this: a baby, tucked in a stroller, with soft, sleepy eyes. Her mother’s gaze never leaves her, a constant reminder of safety and warmth. Whenever a harsh light shines, her mother gently lowers the cover to shield her. She carefully adjusts the blanket over her chubby little tummy, making sure she’s always snug and protected. The baby knows, with every tiny breath, that she can fall a

Have you ever left a doctor's office with no real answers, despite your symptoms being all too real? I’ve been there, too. For a long time, I struggled with unexplained symptoms, and it felt frustrating not knowing what was wrong. It was by chance that I came across the idea that emotions—especially those we don’t even realize we carry—could be behind these physical symptoms. That’s when I decided to see a doctor who specializes in addressing this hidden emotional baggage, which often starts building up from a young age. During one of our sessions, my doctor, who has a unique way of connecting with the subconscious, told me I was holding onto something—guilt. Then, he asked me if anything significant happened when I was 8 years old. That’s when it hit me: my mother passed away suddenly when I was 8. She went to the hospital and never came home. At that age, I didn’t fully understand what death meant, but I knew she was gone forever. While I don’t specifically remember feeling guilt