It is perfectly okay to feel bad, to feel good, to feel all of your life. Contrary to what you’ve been told, it won’t kill you; it will make you feel more alive.
There is nothing wrong with being angry Anger arises … and returns from whence it came. Anger is a friend showing you where life is rubbing you raw, that your heart is tired of the separation lies.
Sadness doesn’t mean something is wrong with you. It means your beautiful heart is filled to overflowing with compassion. It means you care.
You don’t have to fix and repair yourself when difficult feelings arise. You can try but it won’t solve anything. In fact, it will create more distance between you and life.
All those things you wish weren’t here are invitations into the depths of you, the intricate, intimate glory within. They are pointers, beckoning you enter into the sacred sanctuary, imploring you to knock down the walls, unlock the door, and let the beggars in.
There is no appropriate bio for Amaya Gayle. She doesn’t exist other than as an expression of Consciousness Itself. Talking about her in biographical terms is a disservice to the truth and to anyone who might be led to believe in such nonsense. None of us exist, not in the way we think. It’s actually much better than we can imagine. Ideas spring into words. Words flow onto paper and yet no one writes them. They simply appear fully formed. Looking at her you would swear this is a lie. She’s there after all, but honestly, she’s not … and she is. Love a paradox and life is nothing, if not paradoxical. Bios normally wax on about accomplishments and beliefs, happenings in time and space. She has never accomplished anything, has no beliefs and like you was never born and will never die. Engage with Amaya at your own risk.