Leaving Brighton
Ok, I am finally leaving Brighton.
It feels so strange for not feeling strange at all.
It's just ok, same same, normal.
No big relief, nor desire not to go.
Even walking down the street where the bitch woman who accused me of SH does not feel strange. Is ok, is all ok ( Read more... )
It feels so strange for not feeling strange at all.
It's just ok, same same, normal.
No big relief, nor desire not to go.
Even walking down the street where the bitch woman who accused me of SH does not feel strange. Is ok, is all ok ( Read more... )
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I wish I could really feel like that.
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"you don't have a clue why you were feeling bad, you just don't feel bad about it anymore. You often even forget about it, or go: yes I remembered that that happened... it just does not bother me anymore."
After all this is a tecnique used on people who had passed through torture (on either side of the table) or rape.
I am not allowed or at the level of teaching it, but I can bear the witness that it does actually work.
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