Till you keep holding my hand, everything will be ok

Who we are is not the name, memories or social status. In a way we constantly flow into the world becoming words and actions, flowing into other people and becoming parts of them. 

Part of the pain our ancestors carry is written into our body and thus by healing the body we heal our ancestors.

Our body is made of their parts. The real self is only one. The consciousness that takes note of your self image that is made of words and memories. 

When the real self recognizes itself, it is then nothing perosnal nor does it add up to the  image-like self, that is only made by habits and the mind's history. 

And thus when the only real self recognizes itself and becomes aware of being aware, it adds up to the one true consciouscess self of all beings, not the personal image that exists only in my mind for myself and your mind for yourself. 

Whether it's sadness or a craving, feeling of acomplishment or loss, I keep being aware of it as happening in the space of quiet awareness.

Like holding an angels hand while walking, even when there is a grievance that seems so grey and bitter it covers your whole vision, it stays as something, that is known to be transient, if you keeping holding the angels hand while walking.