Gabriella Grace
Bio
My main passion is parenting my Inner Child in a nurturing, loving way. Supporting others as they learn to love and accept themselves through self-parenting has been the priceless gift that has come out of that and is now my life's purpose.
Stories (17/0)
Faith
I used to think all kinds of things about faith but I confused faith with my own judgments around religion and what I told myself religion was telling me. Now Faith is my bedrock, my best grounding tool, my most staunch ally, my cheerleader, and my friend. It’s connecting with myself on the deepest level that exists and allowing me to be myself from that connection. It’s believing in myself and the divinity that is me and is all else. It’s embracing the truth as I see it and calling it whatever definition works best for me in that moment, regardless of anyone else. It is embodied through the prayers I utter, the tears I weep, the gasps of surprise, the passion I feel, the compassion I have, the way that I move, the stillness inside, the peace in my mind, the joy in my heart, and the cells in my body. Faith sustains me in my darkest hours, at my lowest points, when I feel broken and alone, and it always has. I just saw it differently to how I see it now. Before, when I resisted, rejected, and denounced faith because I did not understand what it could be for me, faith shine into my bleak view of life and I could not stand its brightness, so I pulled down the blinds some more, and then some more, and then some more still. Eventually I made it so dark I could not see at all and that’s when I actually found faith and saw it for what it really was to me. It took me another ten years to realise that was what had happened and when I did, I allowed faith into my life fully. That choice changed my life again and brought me miracles beyond imagining.
By Gabriella Grace7 years ago in Longevity
Fear of Lack of Control
Some might say death is the greatest fear of the ego but even that can be simplified down to fear — fear of lack of control. The ego is constructed as such that it can only feel powerful if it feels like it has complete control. It takes time for the ego to construct itself in childhood and then the remainder of life is spent deconstructing said ego again to return to that innocent, natural state of spirit that we are originally created as. I recall only too well the first time it was put to me by a teacher that fear of lack of control is the underlying fear of all people and particularly of those people who are not coping well. I initially resisted the idea as my own ego did not want to entertain the idea that I might be responsible for my own unhappiness in any way. Over time though, I have seen it in action, in myself and in others.
By Gabriella Grace7 years ago in Psyche
Hitman With a Heart
When I was 17, I was involved in some pretty dicey things and thought I was invincible, even though I was scared of my own shadow. I was out drinking and smoking marijuana with friends one night and felt ready to go home but my partner wanted to stay. As we lived in a caravan around the corner and it was a small country town, I decided to go it alone. It was probably only a 200m walk but it felt long and I was trying to concentrate on staying upright. There were plenty of street lights overhead and at some point I noticed I was being followed. I saw a large, bulky man not far behind me and, in my fear, I imagined myself being in danger. I knew who the man was, because he had been at the house I’d just left. Although I loved my friends, I did not trust them. I was unable to trust anyone much at that time and my friends were involved in activities I did not approve of and did not want to be involved in. This man was someone that my friends did not trust either, which made him seem dangerous to me. One of my older relatives had known him many years before, but I had not had anything to do with him and did not want to now, either. This man had a big reputation for drugs and nastiness and his behaviour certainly came across as hard. I had seen him at my friend's house a few times lately and while I kept a watchful eye on him, I’d also noticed that something about him was like my grandfather, too. He appeared really tough and as if he meant business but there was a twinkle in his eye, also—a softness that was not always easily apparent. I’d known this man’s family a little in childhood and I found them all a bit too much for me, yet I didn’t know them at all really. Everything I knew about any of these people was formed from judgments I’d made on hearsay and gossip. I was about to learn a very valuable lesson that I have never forgotten and that I thank them for often.
By Gabriella Grace7 years ago in Humans
How Can Rest Be a Threat?
After living in a super-heightened state of fight/flight/freeze for over four decades, I had to accept and acknowledge that resting was perceived as an internal threat to my brain and was as sure to activate my Sympathetic Nervous System as any mortal danger could. Theoretically, when we perceive (even unconsciously) that we are in danger, our sympathetic nervous system is activated and we fight, flee, or freeze, depending on our perceived and unconscious chances of survival. It happens automatically and the pathway to our logic, rational thinking brain is disrupted so we can act instinctively without thought. We also cannot feel emotions in that moment so that we are not overwhelmed with terror and unable to act (unless that is the reaction that will inevitably save our lives). It's a brilliant survival mechanism and, after the perceived danger has passed, our Parasympathetic Nervous System is then supposed to activate and bring us "back to earth," grounding us and putting us into a "rest and digest" state so that any and all cellular injury or upset can be reset, recalibrated, repaired, or replaced, depending on the body's needs. The brain can't tell the difference between reality and imagination so internal stressors are perceived as mortal dangers, this means that meditation can be perceived by one brain to be restorative and calming while to another brain it may be stressful and even horrifying.
By Gabriella Grace7 years ago in Longevity
Letters to the Me I Used to Be
Dear Me in 1984, I want you to know I am here and I love you. I am from the future and time travel is real but it is not what you might expect it to be, it is not like you see it in the movies. Each person has the ability to travel forward or backward in time and to even make time stand still. Sadly, although most people can travel through time, most either don’t know they can or they don’t think to do it. That’s why it has taken me so long to come back to you – I didn’t realise until now that I could.
By Gabriella Grace7 years ago in Humans