Freeing My soul from the Trauma of Death in Life is the same process as freeing Souls from a Traumatic Death: Marc Gafni on the road from Warsaw to Lublin
Marc Gafni
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Today we were in Maidanek, Lublin and arrived for Shabbat in Krakow.
About Maidanek Lublin after shabbot.
A word before sundown.
The purpose of our trip is to participate in an ancient spiritual technology of healing. The freeing of Souls. Some say this is why the Master Nachman went to Oman, the place of a great massacre. We know of certain tales of the Baal Shem Tov where the freeing of a trapped soul is the underlying spiritual plot in the story. To free souls, is what is referred to the by tradition as Chesed shel Emet. True Love. Totally real love. Total Good.
One does not free soul in order to gain some advantage in this world from the souls. They are dead to the worlds of networking and skillful means. They contribute little to the life strategies of our egoic survival in all of its layers and disguises. To free souls is a Bodhisattva act of compassion. There are too few Bodhisattvas these days. The Dali Lama told me something a few years back, visiting him in at this home in Dharamsala, that really moved me. We always think that someone else should be the Bodhisattva. Never us. But paradoxically if I begin to view myself as a Bodhisattva then I might also be called to live as a Bodhisattva. To be a Bodhisattva is to live as a manifestation of compassion. It is the destiny of the Tzadkk, the esoteric master. And in the words of the biblical mantra, “my nation are all Tzadikim” – that is to say – “If not me then who and if not now then when”.
We are on the road to Maidanek and Lublin. There is a sense that we are driving through kililng fields. One can sense the souls pushing on the bus from the sides of the roads. They have heard we are coming, informed by the living soul field and perhaps also by the special messenger of the great master Shmuel of Slonim with whom we had a dramatic meeting yesterday at the cemetery in Warsaw. We are in southeast Poland on the road from Warsaw to Lublin. This is the place of the Einsatzgruppen, the mobile killing units that preceded the gas chambers of the Nazi Concentration camps. The consisted of trucks in which the gas exhaust was turned inside, in the flat storage space on the back of the truck. As many as thirty boys and girls could be stuffed screaming in terror into the back of such a van and slowly gassed to death. If the mobile units were out of gas on a particular day then the children, hundreds of them might be thrown alive into a ditch and buried, let to die the horrible death of slow suffocation amidst the bloodcurdling screams of fear and agony as the last breath of life were viciously squeezed from the young bodies.
We stop the bus at a gas station, adjacent to a large filed where we can gather in a semi circle and clear the souls. We take our place as witnesses. The souls are cleared.
There is a lot of joy on the bus limned with a serious and purposeful determination. Our hearts are open but we refuse to drown in the grief. We are here because this is where we need to be. Everyone knows themselves why this is so for them. We live under and behind our personalities. Never leaving them behind, just holding the personality lightly. No trauma, No Drama. No hope, No fear.
The souls of the children remain trapped. Trapped in the unspeakable trauma of life. Death in horror is a moment of life. Being stuck in that trauma is not that different from being stuck in a moment- a moment in which the soul is murdered in life. What we normally refer to as psychological or spiritual trauma.
Think about it for a second. If you suffer terrible abuse of whatever kind
perhaps it is chronic the abuse of being falsely accused or name raped,
perhaps it is the abuse of being horribly beaten by your mother,
or violently raped by your father.
{I talk here of genuine abuse, not the pseudo victim hood of those who cry far more then it hurts and desecrate their tears by deploying them in the most cynical fashion, as lethal weapons of abuse themselves}.
The moment of intense pain in which the abuse occurs invades, violates and ruptures something of our connection to reality. We become alienated, often in an internally grisly sort of way, with the reality of love, which lies behind the veil and remains the true and ultimate nature of all that is. We lost touch with reality. We become insane. To be insane is to lost touch with reality. To forget the true nature of all things.
Even if we appear to be perfectly functional, rational and well adjusted we are just beneath the surface- Insane. The veneer of civilization is very thin.
To free a living being from trauma we need to re- ligare, to reweave the person’s soul back into the large field of being. To re-quilt their life force in seamless coat of the Kosmos, which is all, good, all love and all eros. When this happens the soul is able to continue its growth and evolution, which is the true pleasure of every soul. Life is for pleasure. The ultimate pleasure is the ultimate growth. Life is Growth is Pleasure.
To free the souls of those who were traumatized in death, is emotionally and spiritually not that different from healing souls traumatized life. The greatest healing is to transmit to the soul the experience of profound heart and hara. Big Heart grounded in the full power and stability of the divine embrace.
To clear a physical space of it’s trauma is in turn not that different from freeing souls. The one who does the clearing, supported by a group of witnesses relates to the land of physical structure needed to be cleared much the same as one would relate to a human or sentient being in need of a healing.
It all depends of Love.
We came to Poland to free souls. Knowing as well that according to the law of reciprocity, which governs spirit — in which giving is receiving and receiving is giving – that this would also free something in our souls.
It all depends on Love.
It is before shabbot. I have asked a friend to post this for me.
Thank You.
Shabbat Shalom
