Self-Knowledge is the best knowledge one can have. I have always been in tune with myself but journeying in Turkey opened me on a greater level of self-realization; a level I’d never open on in my own country. When we are living away from family and friends we can be ourselves and not act as they’d want us to act.
I learned to be me. I dropped my masks. However, on my return home to Australia I was the new me. That shocked many and it has taken a long time for my family and friends to get used to this person; who looks so familiar, but unrecognisable.
I really became in-tune with myself.
Travelling can do that. I found myself in the collective amongst others because others were my mirror, of me for me to learn through.
I have written on the sexual abuse I went through. I wrote my books in Istanbul when I lived there. I was fortunate enough to find the right people. I did Reiki with a lady that helped me to bring all to the surface to be able write my story. I had some emotional times but I just kept on writing and I didn’t do chapters; I just wrote and got it all out into the computer and later on, I put it into chapters. Reiki helped me a lot.
I had pushed the memory of the abuse aside all my life. The memory would pop in now and then and I’d say I’m not ready to face that yet. The soul is patient and always allowed me that choice. However, in the 1990’s I started to face the issue and in Turkey it was fully faced.
I was also fortunate enough to be able to re-live my life, with my eyes wide open; encountering similar people from my past to reinforce the events, from my past.
I felt like a pair of eyes until my late fifties because I was never living in my body. Again in Istanbul, all changed; it’s as if that was the chosen place for me to heal myself. There I could open up and write on the situation and in doing so I gradually returned to my body. Now I live in my body and the events are just a story. Sometimes we need to move away from where it had all happened; to heal the issues or to write on it.