The Six Stages of ‘Becoming Me’ (so far anyway): Part 1

by Joel L (Australia)

Across my life I have spent time ‘looking for something’. I could not always say what this ‘something’ was and this search has been sporadic, moving from being quite active to ignoring this topic altogether.

Over the past eight years, I have been coming closer to this ‘something’ than ever before. I am sure there is much more to discover, but this something was ME… the real me.

There have been at least six stages of becoming me, and here are the broad brush strokes: Continue reading “The Six Stages of ‘Becoming Me’ (so far anyway): Part 1”

Life: A Reality Check

by James Nicholson BNat, Somerset, UK

Why is it that it seems to take something major to happen to us, or someone close to us, to say something to stop us, to get us to look at how we are living? Depression rates are at an all time high, cancer, diabetes, heart disease, obesity, high blood pressure, etc. are all now a common issue, whereas they used to be an exception. Serge Benhayon and Universal Medicine have stepped out from the crowd and said, “hang on, surely this is not right, let’s look at the way we are living and live a life that we want” – and call for us to be part of a society we want to be a part of. Continue reading “Life: A Reality Check”

Can I Be Fulfilled Without Being A Mother?

by Mariette, The Netherlands

As long as I can remember, people around me told me that one day I would be a great mum. Up till this very day, people still tell me this and ask me regularly if I have children. As a child I had this strong belief that later I would be a mother, not even knowing that there was such a thing as a choice. I always played ‘mother and father’ with other kids; I just loved to mother my stuffed animals or I was cooking in my fantasy ‘kitchen’ in the back of our garden. I guess all these three combined would actually make me the most perfect mother… Continue reading “Can I Be Fulfilled Without Being A Mother?”

As I Get Older I Get ‘Weller’, Not Sicker

As we get older, there seems to be a common way of thinking – that we will deteriorate.

I remember the stage in our lives when my husband found himself standing at the village community centre bar discussing his ailments with a neighbour and comparing what tablets they were on. They were like the two old men in the Muppets.

Why do our bodies get sicker as we get older? Why do we assume it’s normal? Continue reading “As I Get Older I Get ‘Weller’, Not Sicker”

Pressure To Be In A Relationship With ‘The One’

by Amina Tumi – 31 – London

I am 31, and have been in a 6 year relationship spread over 10 years that was always up and down. We had broken up several times, hence it being over 10 years. I was always wondering if he was the right one as the pressure to be with the ‘THE ONE’ is huge, and I was always finding faults with him, and in our relationship.

The pressure I felt from friends, family, work colleagues, magazines, TV etc to not just be in a relationship, but to be with the ‘THE ONE’, was always lingering around me like a bad smell: it is interesting as I never let myself stop to really feel why I was letting this affect me in this way, and why I felt so needy to be in a perfect relationship. All I knew was that if you found ‘THE ONE’, then you could be happy.  Continue reading “Pressure To Be In A Relationship With ‘The One’”

I Dared To Be Open And Choose To Be Me

by Caroline Reineke, The Netherlands

When I look back at my life, I see myself as a ‘human doing’ – quick whether in thought, speech or action. I was often rushing, as if I was running through (or away) from life, for whatever reason. In a way, I wanted to be in control. Truly feeling myself or having genuine contact with my body was under-developed territory for me. From an early age I had taught myself to be tough, to not show my vulnerability to anybody. It was just too scary for me, as I was afraid to be exposed – that I was not so tough, but just a girl with feelings as well, and I could feel hurt too. This control or ‘doing-ness’ was, in a way, my shield of protection. It took me a while to realise that this doing-ness was keeping me away from me: this was a painful realisation some years ago. Who am I, if I am not this shield, I wondered? Continue reading “I Dared To Be Open And Choose To Be Me”