My question for you now is: can you recognize for yourself those moments when you played the victim in your life and those moments when you got into the abuser seat?

We often to do not cherish who we are, who we are becoming and where we come from. Childhood adverse experiences, hidden loyalties towards ancestors who lived a heavy life, educational and societal pressures and norms make us forge a mask or a facade that shows something that we often do not like but we accept it as normal.

I have been thinking a lot lately to what means to Live and Die. The impermanence of Life is no always acknowledged unless we meet Death in a form or another or we just foresee it as an ultimate End of Life. In shamanic cultures Death is not to be feared, but embraced and sought as a teacher. Many rituals and ceremonies involve the concept of dying and being re-born into something else, a new state, a new awareness, a new body.