As I exist through this gloomy Sunday I realise that I have survived all my errors throughout my life. I often burn down to ashes and rise again just as the legendary phoenix.
We all commit errors, faults, we all hurt others, offend. We all regret words and actions. There are those that will thrive on exploiting this common factor of being human because they need to justify their own, they need to feel that they are not the only ones erring. Others errors are cleansers for our own. It allows us to feel ok.
But we hide them. We hide all our errors so badly as if in fact they were our most precious treasures.
It is only when we facilitate the Universe to bring them out into the light that we humbly crawl looking for an open hand offering help, helping us to stand up. We crawl and go through the spitting on the face, we go through the stoning of the spirit and of the soul. Too scared to stand up, raise our heads up and scream “Let he who has never sinned cast the first stone” (John 8:7).
And we corrode mind, spirit and soul – we want all to know about our penitencial prayer – mea culpa, mea culpa, mea máxima culpa – yes, bodies and minds of 21st century but spirits still of the 16th century – irrespective of religion, irrespective of culture, irrespective of language. The process is the same everywhere and with everyone.
I will walk this road by myself, the road of redemption, my road… but I know I am not walking alone…