Finding Your Way Through the Darkness

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When you are the end of your rope, tie a know and hold on. When you think you are at the end of your journey, reach out your hand and someone will meet you there.” – Emily Stroia, Into the Light 

I know the darkness like an old friend who comes to haunt me when I start falling into old belief patterns. I know the darkness like a wave that I have been submerged under and also conquered.

The darkness is there to show us how far we can go down the rabbit hole or climb up it. It is there to show us our edge.

Our minds are powerful guides that can take us on a journey of destruction or resilience.

For me I have experienced both.

I know that the path of sabotage and destruction has only made me feel worse. Resilience when life knocks me down reminds me that I am greater than my circumstance. I am greater than the darkness.

Finding your way through the darkness requires faith.

Faith that there is a silver lining somewhere.

If you can’t find it relentlessly create it.

Make art from the darkness.

Write.

Let the chaos serve a purpose that is healthy.

Move your body. Let music carry your emotions.

We have two choices.

We can fall to the power of our fear or let the fear has it’s voice and keep going.

Like any thing in life if we want it we can push through.

The darkness can be a friend, a gift, an opportunity to see life from all perspectives.

My favorite quote, “But without the darkness we cannot see the stars”.

I have realized that without my story I wouldn’t be the light I am.

We are never alone. The universe supports us in all things.

How the Quiet Can Change Humankind.

“My love, where do you go when you go quiet?”

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The quiet has always been a magical and mysterious place for me. I like to consider myself an extrovert introvert. I can enjoy a good conversation and social gathering but then I also like my quiet time.

This is where I get to be the turtle and retreat into my shell when necessary for growth and reflection. For anyone who has a first nature to be introverted you may naturally gravitate towards more solo and individual experiences.

And for the outgoing extrovert it is time needed to recharge and replug.

The quiet is a place for all of us. Always available.

It can be inside or in an environment.

It is where we can listen. Gain insight. Hear our intuition.

My quiet practice involves mentally going into the temple or “cave” of my mind. Tuning out from the world and going within.

It gives me the opportunity to sit in stillness, be creative and build something from nothing. In space of nothing is everything hence why minimalism is so popular.

We don’t need so much to create or to hear. We just need intention, discipline and willingness.

Are you willing?

Surrender to the quiet and let it guide you on your own journey.

Your body will thank you for it.

And you will thank you for it.

We can be better humans to ourselves and to each other.

In stillness there is a kindness and compassion that I am reminded of. I am reminded that I deserve to be kind to myself and to know compassion. That I am human and that in itself is enough.

Being human is a miracle.

Without the moments of being in the quiet I may not have those reminders.

In the quiet

I grow

I listen

I create

My heart softens

I am within

I am without

I am everything

And

I am human.

Where do you go when you go quiet?

Dreams & Old Hurts.

What we want versus what we must do are two very completely different things. In my quest to heal the traumas of the past I have learned that the only way out is through.

I may not want to go through the process to reflect and clear trauma but I know that I must to make space for it.

To give it a voice and to let all the hurt from those memories be free.

18076689_10155351021101424_2776611793883934728_oYesterday I went very deep in two meditations enough to forget my body for a split second. I jolted back into the reality of my teacher’s voice and noticed where my mind had gone.

I went into an archive tucked away in time to a distant and near memories. One of which I got my heart broken and the other a trauma around the belief of not being lovable.

Sad but true.

Meditation is such a phenomenal tool in gaining insight on what is underneath all of the layers of my “self”.

In it I gain perspective and some peace that wasn’t there before.

This morning I woke up from several intense dreams where I released some buried hurt around two very traumatic relationships. One of my father where he transformed into a hummingbird and passed away.

I realized that in my hurt I could still see his worthiness. While he may not transform in this life he has the opportunity to transform in other dimensions.

We are never truly fixed as we are.

Dreams are opportunities for us to grow, expand and learn outside of ourselves. With intention and awareness I believe we can heal a lot in the dream state.

We are worthy of giving ourselves this.

Kintsugi is the art of embracing the flawed and imperfect by mending together broken and shattered pottery with gold lacquer highlighting the cracks rather than hiding them.

I like to consider that my healing journey is like the art of Kintsugi. Perhaps my heart is a mirror of the image above.

Pure with gold outlines.

Whatever our old hurts may be we can take them and give them light. Show them there is still beauty in the flaws.

The story is perfect and whole as we are.

-From Emily, With Love.

 

 

What It’s Like to Live with Spiritual Gifts

“Living with spiritual gifts must feel weird, huh?”

“Can you turn it off ever?”

“Do you pick up on everything around you?”

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These are some of questions people ask me when I tell them I am intuitive.

I share that I can feel information about someone.

I can also feel information from passed loved ones.

Living with spiritual gifts doesn’t feel any different from anyone else.

I don’t see my gifts different or separate from me. If anything it has led me to live a more fulfilled life.

I see my gifts as tools; tools that we all have.

You have them too.

It’s like watching a tree bloom in the spring.

The buds slowly come into their true expression, their form, beauty and color.

We are all really just coming into our full true authentic expression.

This is what it means to live a real life.

Gifts can be intuition, compassion, listening, craftsmanship, science, reasoning, art, dance.

We all have our own way of feeling, sensing and knowing life.

We have an inner world that we wake up in every morning.

Spiritual gifts give me insight into what I am doing that is bringing me closer to my dharma, my purpose in life. It also shows me what I need to let go, new ways to see life and bring healing to myself and others.

I wake up and have a chat with the universe first second my brain turns on.

I listen to the thoughts that arrive.

I listen to the intuitive knowledge that comes.

How can I best serve myself and others today?, is the question I ask.

Sometimes I know immediately.

Sometimes the answer comes later.

Intuitively I weave myself through my experiences from my cup of coffee, my morning talks with my boyfriend, client calls, writing, social media, my dog and yoga practice.

Every experience is a moment to serve. And intuitively receive.

I gain new wisdom and fresh knowledge.

New information to share in the world.

This is a potent time for people to realize who they were all along.

My gifts bring me sanity, happiness, joy and love.

They show me what really is necessary and what I am getting distracted by.

Discovering your spiritual gifts opens a door that was always there.

As the great witch from the Wizard of Oz said to Dorothy, “You had the power all along, my dear”.

We have the power to find home inside of us.

The universe and all of it’s infinite wisdom is right here.

Open your senses and listen.

Guest Post: Forgiving The Unforgivable by Emily Stroia

Guest post on Forgiving the Unforgivable on the Reading Bud.

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Today, at TRB Lounge, we are hosting author Emily Stroia, author of Into The Light.

Presenting Emily Stroia…

Forgiving The Unforgivable

For the longest time I didn’t know how I could forgive my parents. All I ever wanted from them was to have a loving healthy relationship. I couldn’t understand why or how they became the way they did.

Growing up in an abusive home showed me experiences that I didn’t need to see. Experiencing sexual abuse from my Father destroyed any last hope that things could truly be different.

I hoped that every time we talked it would be different and that miraculously he would be the Father I always dreamed of. My hope turned slowly into resentment and anger.

There simply wasn’t anything left in me to forgive a man who kept repeating the same behaviors.

In turn it only made me worse in my relationships with…

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Dear Emily, Sunday Advice Column #1: Keep Fighting the Good Fight

Soul Sunday Advice Column #1 with Emily: 

Dear Emily,

I’m swimming in waters that are taking me down. There are so many urgent issues that it seems as though I can’t even prioritize them.

One thing that seems to hold things is that after 12 years with my dogs, I cannot make a decision about moving without considering that no one will take my “vicious” dog.

Talk about Sophia’s choice!

Then how quickly can I move forward & mine & my family (spirit knows who) that need me probably more in a spiritual way than anything else has to be dealt with.

Em, I’m flummoxed. 😉

I’m going under because I don’t think I have the strength to keep fighting the good fight. When I can, I want to book a session, but who knows when that will be (actually, I guess YOU do, lol). HELP.

– R.A.Ch.

Dear Fighting the Good Fight,
I read your letter several times listening and feeling the struggles you are facing. As you share your story with me I know that moving forward and great change is one that is eluding you. It is getting uncomfortable in the comfort.

When faced with the choice of what to do next about your dog, listen to where your heart is guiding you with it. My dog is my best friend and I know that if it came down to her being “vicious” or harmful to others or myself that I’d be faced with some tough decisions on what is best for the health of all including hers.

Put it out into the universe, pray on it, talk to your Spirit family. Relentlessly look for options here. The key word is “relentless”.

When nothing is left in you to fight this is the most imperative time to call on the universe and the people around you for moral support. Reach out to organizations and foster homes for your dog.

But remember your well-being is of the MOST important. We can’t be any good for anyone else if we aren’t first taking care of ourselves.

Ask Spirit to show you what is the best choice for you in this matter, especially at a crossroads with an animal you most love and adore.

What is holding you truly back from putting your needs first?

And can you be willing to compromise and find peace with what you CAN give right and CAN’T give right now?

I know what it feels like to feel as if you are swimming in deep waters without land in sight.

Keep praying, asking and don’t give up. Be relentless and when you aren’t able to anymore angels will guide you.

Perhaps in this message something will land and get you to the next step.

With love,
From Emily

Healing From Trauma [Guest Post]

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Today’s guest post is brought to you by Emily Stroia! Thanks, Emily!

Emily Stroia Guest Post

Healing from trauma isn’t a straight line. For me it has and still is an ongoing journey.

We all have our scars, stories and experiences that have shaped our view of the world and of ourselves.

I have explored healing through the mystical, spiritual, self-help, therapy and emotional intelligence. You name it and I have most likely done it.

I have been in therapy since I was 5 years old when I shared with my teacher a fight my parents had. This conversation sparked my healing journey and every week I would meet with the school therapist. These sessions were my saving grace as a child.

Home life was very confusing, dark and traumatic.

My mother was diagnosed with schizophrenia and my father was abusive; mentally, physically and sexually.

One day around the age of 13,  I went…

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