Do you have a token? A ring, a key chain, a handkerchief, or anything like that perhaps? Something to remind you of a story and times long gone or even contemporary times?
Wouldn’t it be nice if you could surround yourself with a cocoon in which you could just… Just feel it again for real?
I’ve got a token that’s always with me. I won’t say what it is, but it’s something I am not ready to be without, just yet.
I sometimes ask myself when I’ll be ready to let go of my token. I suppose I’m doing that because the memories it brings back are also painful.
But I’d rather take the pain than lose the protection it offers me.
Anyhew, I don’t even know why I’m speaking of this.
The pain is practically not there anymore, but sometimes my brain insists on asking yet again when I am going to lose my token.
Well I don’t know if I’ll ever lose it, I answer. I think having a token is good and nice.
Oh and as one other thought… You might sometimes just wish to hold on to the pain, because you know that losing it means losing an important memory also.
A guy I once met used to say he’s thankful we have the ability to forget and that without it we’d be doomed.
I think we carry along most things and memories, internalized, as part of us. We might not remember, but they’re part of us.
Bad thing is though that there are things, even painful ones, that I just don’t want to forget.
As I have explained the whole thing with the angels (not that I am one) here.
Why have I shared all of this? Because somewhere, out there, you might just remember something from your token and something might go better. Or not.
I just shared it because today I looked at my token, brought it to my undeserving lips and kissed it. Then held it there for a short while. And for those moments which seemed like ages I let my thoughts flow everywhere… 
Flow to that misty morning (which might’ve never been) when I stood by the window, covered in my white sweater and perfection, and just watched the rain fall. That morning when “I loved with a love that was more than love.” The morning when I last felt his magic for real. And just for a moment there, all was good again. One was an angel again. See that way I still carry magic with me. Even if it’s long gone.
And I’m not willing to let that moment go. It is my moment, part of me, and regardless of anything else, I have lived it. According to Barista, one may be a snake, but also an angel. And right now I may be a snake, but I hold my angel side dear. And I will not quit it, no matter what.
That is my memory and so be it, for it is mine and nothing, not even Liz, can take that away from me.
Mine is a ring, I’ve been wearing it for years. I turn it like crazy when I’m nervous or scared, but at times I too can look at it and remember many good times.
hmm, this body also has a rememberance. It’s a ring in which transcribed on it states, “this, too, will pass” Its saying is seen in the bible and belongs to an old monks story who taught a king how to live by the very saying.
I also really appreciate your stories about being the snake and an angel. It kind of reminds the Self of its potential in a way and how the illusion of the body (which I would take would be the snake) only veils the angel (The Self, or Absolute State) but the angel is ever unmoved and perfect.
Could it be that the battle of suffering is just mere illusion seen externally when the Self does not suffer but merely comforts the body in its attempts to break away. When it wills the divine, maybe the divine wills ten fold the safety of the body. That all will is one and becomes one upon realization. Only the Self knows the Truth, I sure as heck don’t. I know completely nothing as the individual and will never claim to know, as like you’ve said that our own reality we perceive as being truth but who says it is THE Truth. All truths are only fractions of the Absolute Truth (unborn out of duality).
Appreciate your post nonetheless, thank you very much for it. =] A lot of thoughts have been making themselves apparent lately it seems just in general.
That is absolutely bootiful.