“I overcame myself, the sufferer;
I carried my own ashes to the mountains;
I invented a brighter flame for myself.
And behold, then this ghost fled from me.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
There are days when little of what we do seems worthwhile. Days where it feels like all our efforts whether for self-development or for love or for understanding has left us either back where we started or perhaps even further down than that. Our faults scream at us from our own heads, perhaps echoed by those around us and we despair. Oh it sounds poetic but feeling it is hellful and even if it doesn’t blossom into the soul’s dark night it can make for a pretty grey stormy evening that repeated too often leaves one with ashes in their mouth. It is in those times when we most need to keep humour and perspective even if they feel far away. Share our burdens with friends or even with the night sky and our personal deities and begin that climb again. It may be the labours of Sisyphus yet little seems more worthwhile than the journey. Eventually those grey ghosts leave and our spirits are lifted once more.
Blessings, G
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Ritual Space by G A Rosenberg
Spider Gateway Through Reality Storm by G A Rosenberg
I recently experienced a spell of time much like you have described here. You have captured it well. The crumbling of the sensation of freedom and well-being into an arena of discounting voices. I think the perspective of levity, of not taking those decrepit voices seriously and thereby giving them any weight, is a wonderful remedy, indeed!
Ritual Space by G A Rosenberg 
Spider Gateway Through Reality Storm by G A Rosenberg 
I recently experienced a spell of time much like you have described here. You have captured it well. The crumbling of the sensation of freedom and well-being into an arena of discounting voices. I think the perspective of levity, of not taking those decrepit voices seriously and thereby giving them any weight, is a wonderful remedy, indeed!
Michael
Yes its important to dance with our shadow selves. They can be our best teachers