You Are Loved

No matter what you've been through, and lived through, no matter your age, physical condition, health, no matter what kind of childhood you had, no matter what your financial situation is, I want you to know that you are whole. Never broken. And what you truly are can never be touched by the events and happenings of Life.

From the cradle to the grave, there is an ocean of wellbeing at your center. In fact, wellbeing is what you are made of. I know it doesn't seem that way at times. But I can show you it's true.

You only have to look at a very small child to see how experience flows through them unencumbered by self-referential thought. One minute they might be gurgling with delight, the next grumpily throwing food around the kitchen, a moment later, laughing at the dog rolling around on the floor, and then crying loudly in shock when the dog begins to bark.

Babies have not yet developed the ruminative thought stream, that endless, critical, inner narrative that causes us to suffer so much. Without this ruminative thought at play, before you know it, the innate design of the human system kicks in and wellbeing is restored. We are all designed to come back into homeostasis (balance). The baby quickly returns to it's curious, open, loving state. And you are no different, whatever your age.

Whatever deficiency stories you may have picked up over the years, however real or fixed they look to you, I promise you, they are no more true than fairytales.

I have successfully helped hundreds of people to see through these stories to the Truth of their being. If you're ready to challenge your deficiency stories and live a life of freedom and joy, drop me a message. I'll be delighted to show you what you're capable of.

"To the child who couldn’t understand why nobody could understand.

To the one whose hand was never taken, whose eyes were never gazed into by an adult who said, “I love you. You are a miracle. You are holy, right now and forever.”

To the one who grew up in the realm of “can’t.” To you who lived “never enough.”

To the one who came home to no one there, and there but not home.

To the one who could never understand why she was being hit by hands, words, ignorance. To the one whose innocence was unceremoniously stolen.

To the one who fought back. To the one who shattered. To the never not broken one. To the child who survived.

To the one who was told she was sinful, bad, ugly.

To the one who didn’t fit. To she who bucked authority and challenged the status quo. To the one who called out the big people for lying, hiding and cruelty.

To the one who never stopped loving anyway. To the child that was forbidden to need.

To the ones whose dreams were crushed by adults whose dreams were crushed.

To the one whose only friend was the bursting, budding forest. To the ones who prayed to the moon, who sang to the stars in the secrecy of the night to keep the darkness at bay.

To the child who saw God in the bursting sunshine of dandelion heads and the whispering clover leaf.

To the child of light who cannot die, even when she’s choking in seven seas of darkness.

To the one love I am and you are. You are holy. I love you. You are a miracle.

Your life, your feelings, your hopes and dreams– they matter.

Somebody failed you but you will not fail. Somebody looked in your eyes and saw the sun — blazing — and got scared.

Somebody broke your heart but your love remains perfect. Somebody lost their dreams and thought you should too, but you mustn’t.

Somebody told you that you weren’t enough or too much, but you are without question the most perfect and holy creation of God’s own hands. ***** You Are Loved"

~ Alison Nappi