The Veil of the Self
AI generated and Digital work by Moni.
The ego is the story we tell ourselves, the character we’ve created from an echo of voices: that of our parents, society, our fears, and our accomplishments. It is a map forged by inherited ideas and beliefs, a shield that has protected us but often prevents us from seeing our true essence. It is the identity we wear unknowingly, the guardian of our comfort zone, and the keeper that, in the silence, sometimes leads us away from ourselves. This is the intricate process of how that veil is woven from our earliest days.
At the dawn of childhood, innocence and the absorption of external ideas intertwine, all under the sway of a subconscious we are unaware of. It is attentive to every detail, storing it as something sacred, noting every gesture, every glance, and what it believes it means.
Soon we learn that our inner world is bigger and that we want to belong to it to feel a part of it, as we also learn how painful it is not to. Day by day, we unknowingly program ourselves from everything around us, and with all of it, we begin to form a personality. We convince ourselves that this is who we are, and in the end, we create an identity—the mask we wear and so proudly defend with our lives.
Society shapes us, whether we want it to or not, and we don't even notice. Every experience lived during that time of growing up becomes part of a self we are creating, and we convince ourselves that this is who we are. Upon reaching adulthood, all that we've accumulated creates very difficult and painful crises. Sometimes the crisis is so abrupt and harsh that it pulls the rug out from under us and throws us off balance, forcing us to look inward and seek the reasons for our woes. But it is precisely in these moments of profound discomfort that we are given a choice: to continue defending the mask, or to finally lift the veil and meet the truest version of ourselves.
The ego is the story we tell ourselves, the character we’ve created from an echo of voices: that of our parents, society, our fears, and our accomplishments. It is a map forged by inherited ideas and beliefs, a shield that has protected us but often prevents us from seeing our true essence. It is the identity we wear unknowingly, the guardian of our comfort zone, and the keeper that, in the silence, sometimes leads us away from ourselves. This is the intricate process of how that veil is woven from our earliest days.
At the dawn of childhood, innocence and the absorption of external ideas intertwine, all under the sway of a subconscious we are unaware of. It is attentive to every detail, storing it as something sacred, noting every gesture, every glance, and what it believes it means.
Soon we learn that our inner world is bigger and that we want to belong to it to feel a part of it, as we also learn how painful it is not to. Day by day, we unknowingly program ourselves from everything around us, and with all of it, we begin to form a personality. We convince ourselves that this is who we are, and in the end, we create an identity—the mask we wear and so proudly defend with our lives.
Society shapes us, whether we want it to or not, and we don't even notice. Every experience lived during that time of growing up becomes part of a self we are creating, and we convince ourselves that this is who we are. Upon reaching adulthood, all that we've accumulated creates very difficult and painful crises. Sometimes the crisis is so abrupt and harsh that it pulls the rug out from under us and throws us off balance, forcing us to look inward and seek the reasons for our woes. But it is precisely in these moments of profound discomfort that we are given a choice: to continue defending the mask, or to finally lift the veil and meet the truest version of ourselves.
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| Art journal in process. Collage, rose petals, stabilo pencil and markers on paper |
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| Las piedras en mi boca, Mixed media collage on paper |
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| Las piedras en mi boca, Mixed media collage on paper |
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| Las piedras en mi boca, Mixed media collage on paper |
The Sacred Dance of Anima and Animus
In the stillness of our being, a profound truth resides: within each of us lives the sacred dance of the masculine and the feminine. These are the archetypes of Anima and Animus, the eternal energies that dwell in the depths of our soul. They are the mirror and the shadow, the silent song of yin and yang that yearns for a single, harmonious note.
This inner duality speaks to us not only in the stories of our dreams but also in the mirrors of our waking world. It is the sudden fascination with another's strength, or the projection of our own unacknowledged qualities onto the faces we meet. This is the inner masculine or feminine rising, sometimes as a fierce storm of emotion, other times as a quiet, compelling force.
The journey toward wholeness is the conscious, courageous act of embracing this dance. It is listening for the inner voice that offers clarity and conviction, and learning to distinguish it from the echo of our fears. It is inviting the masculine's strength to serve the heart, not to rule it, allowing it to become a wellspring of inner courage, creativity, and purpose.
Ultimately, integrating these two parts of the self is not about changing who you are, but about becoming fully complete. It is the sacred work of uniting your own masculine and feminine—your strength and your grace—so they may move together in a profound and authentic harmony.
Las piedras en mi boca, son el recuento de lo sucedido,
que no sale ni entra, mi voz en silencio.
Una ventana a lo que el horizonte permite,
donde anida el olvido, lo no dicho y la nada.
Lo extraño y lo increíble,
y todo aquello en lo que me convertí.
Aunque el corazón sigue casi intacto,
palpitando luz y sonido,
sosteniendo un espacio libre donde tú habitas,
inevitablemente lo habitas.
Y mi percepción se extiende
más allá de tu mano, a un brazo desnudo
con cuerdas de música y fuerza.
Me invitaste a tu casa, sencilla y hermosa.
Hablábamos de lo simple.
Mi corazón brillaba con una luz
que solo el alma puede reconocer.
Desperté con una felicidad especial,
anhelando retener lo imposible.
En este vuelo de impermanencia,
todo se disuelve, lo horrible y lo hermoso,
y uno tiene que ceder, soltar,
o eso lo suelta a uno.
Pero algo de ello queda,
esperanza, recuerdos, siluetas,
y la añoranza de que algo de todo ese sueño es real.
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| "Animus" Watercolor on paper |
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| "Animus" Watercolor on paper |
Open your heart gently to the quiet light of your own being. In the stillness, a silent song reveals the self, the witness, the truth.
Your journey is a continuous unfolding of wonders, a tapestry woven with grace. The person you are now will soon dissolve into the self yet to be, but all that you are is held in a thread of wisdom that will carry you through the next beautiful chapter.
Keep writing new, exciting soul adventures. Become the flower, the clouds, the passing shadows. There is always time, for eternity is playing, spreading, and singing, wearing different masks and flavors.
The one you are becoming is already here, held in the quiet truth of this moment. You are the journey and the destination all at once.
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| "Astrology" (crop) Watercolor, white & black pen |
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| "Astrology" Watercolor, white & black pen |
The Courage to Be Yourself
The Courage to Be Yourself
After discussing the veil of the self, a natural question arises: What are we, then, beneath that mask?
The world's echo offers us countless answers, but the truth does not reside in blind faith; it lives in the courage to forge your own path. No one can see with your eyes, feel with your heart, or be your light. It is your own spirit that must be the seeker, the architect of its own journey.
This path can sometimes feel solitary, for only you can guide yourself. But in that solitude lies a profound freedom. Today, we can learn from those who have walked before us, but the compass still points inward. It is there, in your silence, where the truth that is uniquely yours resides.
Meditation is the art of creating space. It is the sacred act of releasing thoughts and beliefs, emptying the baggage we have carried. With each breath, we detach from the accumulated weight, and in that lightness, we discover that what we truly are is a vast space filled with immense light. We are consciousness it self.
And for you, what does it mean to be the seeker of your own path?
✨Namaste 🙏🏻✨
After discussing the veil of the self, a natural question arises: What are we, then, beneath that mask?
The world's echo offers us countless answers, but the truth does not reside in blind faith; it lives in the courage to forge your own path. No one can see with your eyes, feel with your heart, or be your light. It is your own spirit that must be the seeker, the architect of its own journey.
This path can sometimes feel solitary, for only you can guide yourself. But in that solitude lies a profound freedom. Today, we can learn from those who have walked before us, but the compass still points inward. It is there, in your silence, where the truth that is uniquely yours resides.
Meditation is the art of creating space. It is the sacred act of releasing thoughts and beliefs, emptying the baggage we have carried. With each breath, we detach from the accumulated weight, and in that lightness, we discover that what we truly are is a vast space filled with immense light. We are consciousness it self.
And for you, what does it mean to be the seeker of your own path?
✨Namaste 🙏🏻✨
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