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Being Alice: Finding Alicia
Jul. 29th, 2010 09:23 pmhttp://rosefox8.livejournal.com/tag/spirit%20guardians
I have a fourth guide now. Her name is Alicia. I meet her on the other side when seizures happen. She guides me through the looking glass and pushes me back to the real world. I can only communicate with her through the looking glass. She is soft-spoken, compassionate, inquisitive, whimsical, and does not want to touch my reality.
A few minutes ago, I fell down the rabbit hole and went through the looking glass. Alicia was there. She led me through a twisted landscape and told me to keep focusing on my reality until she could find the other side of my looking glass. She held my hand when I wanted to cry. She radiated calm and love and she soothed the burning electricity as best she could. She found my looking glass and pushed me through. Sirena was on the other side to make sure I came out completely safe. Sirena appears to have become my pain guide, regardless of the source, making sure I breathe and stretch and remember and work through a fibromyalgia flare or a hypertonia spasm.
Alicia never waves goodbye. There are no goodbyes in her world, only returns.
Knowing Alicia is in my brain when the world starts to fall away is comforting. Knowing Sirena has claimed the role of personal pain guide in my strange brain is also comforting.
Healthy multiplicity these days is becoming more ordinary.
I have a fourth guide now. Her name is Alicia. I meet her on the other side when seizures happen. She guides me through the looking glass and pushes me back to the real world. I can only communicate with her through the looking glass. She is soft-spoken, compassionate, inquisitive, whimsical, and does not want to touch my reality.
A few minutes ago, I fell down the rabbit hole and went through the looking glass. Alicia was there. She led me through a twisted landscape and told me to keep focusing on my reality until she could find the other side of my looking glass. She held my hand when I wanted to cry. She radiated calm and love and she soothed the burning electricity as best she could. She found my looking glass and pushed me through. Sirena was on the other side to make sure I came out completely safe. Sirena appears to have become my pain guide, regardless of the source, making sure I breathe and stretch and remember and work through a fibromyalgia flare or a hypertonia spasm.
Alicia never waves goodbye. There are no goodbyes in her world, only returns.
Knowing Alicia is in my brain when the world starts to fall away is comforting. Knowing Sirena has claimed the role of personal pain guide in my strange brain is also comforting.
Healthy multiplicity these days is becoming more ordinary.
