From Words to Truth
follow the energy within us that truly connects
How often do we say what we mean and mean what we say?
The throat has a function, so does the energy there that carries our messages. When we speak automatically, without awareness of our true intentions, our needs and concerns cannot be truthfully expressed. Blockages, as we call them today. What has been blocking us from voicing our deepest feelings?
At a yoga workshop last Sunday, I placed my forehead on the mat while resting in between breaths, when suddenly, sobbing erupted from one of the students. Through her tears, she let out, "I’m so tired." Her voice pierced through me and cut through my defenses. Before my thoughts could form, it landed in the void of time. I froze. There was no reaction but to feel the sudden opening of my energy field—and tears. It was a moment of deep connection without any words of comfort. I was there, wholeheartedly, just to witness.
That’s her soul speaking—so authentic, so raw. How blessed I was to be there, receiving such a gift. She taught me a lesson on blockage release from deep within.
We are human beings with a longing for connection and love—that’s our universal blueprint to live by. At the same time, we are individuals with desires to have a unique identity that reveals who we truly are. I struggled for a long time about how to communicate from these two aspects, fearing expressing my individuality would exclude me from the connection. After some hard lessons, I decided to discover my lost voice that would reconnect me and the world around me.
When we speak others’ truths, we are not being authentic. I look back at moments when I blurted out things I learned in high school to show I had a sense of humor. I knew then that it wasn’t my true voice. I also recall moments of silence—when I used to fill the void with words. The energy felt scattered, like a kite in the sky without a string, reacting passively and leaving a hole in my stomach. After betraying my true nature, I would turn to food for comfort. Our bodies register everything.
Sometimes, I do feel confusion. "Am I still walking my path, or have I deviated?" It’s normal to feel lost during times of change, but my question always nudges me toward trust. Trust that there is a force I cannot see with my mind that is inclined to measure progress with concrete metrics.
"I want to wear that crown of glory, when I get home to that good land!" I sensed a reassuring quality in my singing, one that contrasted with the doubts I had just a few months ago. It feels like the stormy weather is finally clearing. Her sobbing, and the bodily sensations that arose in me, were messages from the force of that "good land," reminding me that I’m still on my path.
“ You are about to do things that ground and free.
Ground yourself in your truth.
Free yourself from others' truths.
Then you are ready to help.”
Now, I choose to speak less and stay in my own center, feeling the pulses and cycles of my own life, brimming with vitality. I wouldn’t exchange it for the whole world. I reside peacefully in my world with thoughts flowing in and out. Only then does the energy land, I notice. A bridge forms naturally, without the need for convincing myself and others.
How much space can society offer to welcome this kind of communication? An introvert who listens, connects, and heals. An introvert who speaks about human connection with life and the Self. An introvert who once believed she could reform an educational system that emphasizes results over process.
Introvert, extrovert—whatever labels we apply in this dualistic world—we are all human, with flesh and blood. When we see ourselves in others, and others in us, our perspectives shift on the separation we currently experience.
Her sobbing is my sobbing. Her fatigue is my fatigue.
My mother’s, my grandmother’s, perhaps my paternal lineage’s.
Perhaps even yours. Our human race is in need of reconnection.
That’s the sigh of life when we strive to go upstream and claim what matters to our existence. That’s the hum of life, beckoning us to surrender and flow back to her cradle.
I felt it all. I received it all.
“How can I be of help?” I ask myself this question frequently on this self-healing journey. There is a space rarely touched upon in the mainstream learning system. What does "helping" truly mean? and in a world that values extroversion, what role do introverts play in healing and connection? I realized, from this experience, that helping often happens without our knowing.
Who is helping? My "I" was there to help, as was hers. We are helping each other, soul to soul. When we let go of the concepts of helping, coaching, thriving, and achieving goals ( I just realized that we created the whole civilization with words but how limiting it sometimes can be), we release a layer of mental constructs filled with preconceived judgments and arrogance, as though we know better.
Helping comes from a non-reactive state of mind—a state that recognizes the interconnectedness of human suffering and still welcomes it with compassionate eyes.
Our soul knows its way.
Our energy, in our sacred bodies, knows its way.
Follow their way, then we say what we mean and mean what we say. I’m still learning in my daily life and on this writing platform. Thank you for being a part of my learning process.
