I had a similar spontaneous experience…I referred to it in my head as an “epiphany” where I was shown our oneness and had suddenly remembered our connection to all things. It felt euphoric and like a remembrance all at once, but only seemed to last an instant before it was gone, leaving me feeling alone and scared, as you described too.
I’ve never shared this story but you’ve inspired me to try. 💫
It’s quite an experience to have, isn’t it? And challenge to really share because the words can never do justice to immensity of it…
But, I hope you do write about this experience, I would love to read about it. As difficult as it can be to find the words sometimes, there is something powerful in trying. I always find that retelling the story brings me back in touch with the feelings and I relive it a little… sans the sadness and terror of re-experiencing the aloneness afterwards lol.
I spent my high school years living in Rio de Janeiro, surrounded by Macumba. There is an interesting chapter about it in my book. It’s chapter 4 and the title says unable to stop herself, she walked barefoot across the glass… Anyway, thought you might get a kick out of that.
I also hear what you’re saying here and I’m not gonna fight you on any of it. Have a beautiful day!
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I had a similar spontaneous experience…I referred to it in my head as an “epiphany” where I was shown our oneness and had suddenly remembered our connection to all things. It felt euphoric and like a remembrance all at once, but only seemed to last an instant before it was gone, leaving me feeling alone and scared, as you described too.
I’ve never shared this story but you’ve inspired me to try. 💫
It’s quite an experience to have, isn’t it? And challenge to really share because the words can never do justice to immensity of it…
But, I hope you do write about this experience, I would love to read about it. As difficult as it can be to find the words sometimes, there is something powerful in trying. I always find that retelling the story brings me back in touch with the feelings and I relive it a little… sans the sadness and terror of re-experiencing the aloneness afterwards lol.
I spent my high school years living in Rio de Janeiro, surrounded by Macumba. There is an interesting chapter about it in my book. It’s chapter 4 and the title says unable to stop herself, she walked barefoot across the glass… Anyway, thought you might get a kick out of that.
I also hear what you’re saying here and I’m not gonna fight you on any of it. Have a beautiful day!
No, I’m American. I was living down there in the late 70s. My father worked for a Brazilian company.
Ah cool. Are you Brazilian?