A floor made of gold

 

Yesterday tripeze finally finished all the hard work and integrated.  In fact her integration came as some sort of surprise for us not because we werent prepared for it but because Tripeze has had so many layers to her story that we were concerned that something else was going to jump out and need to be addressed.  In fact she did finish her story and then looked at rachel with tears pouring don her face and said i can see so and so standing there her arm outstretched.

it took us a moment to realise that where she was wasnt like it used to be.  She was standing in the meat cellar, gone were the hooks the marked deadened walls of filth and stench no shower no darkness, the walls were whitewashed in white and the floor coloured gold. Light was entering through the trap door at top and suddenly the place where all of he abuse occurred was no longer the place of pain it had once been.  it had been exposed by gods light and love and you could feel the warmth as it exuded that.  a space had been left white on the floor and it was the exact same space that tripeze was lowered to all those years ago when she was lifted off the hooks by a faceless angel and placed onto a warm floor.  Now that space was glowing white bright and beautiful and you could feel a warmth come off it a warmth that warmed your insides a warmth of gods love.

Standing in the corner was her friend standing behind tripeze were Cleo, jessica and atalicia,  She hesitated saying she was going to miss being inside but cleo urged her forward. Standing on the other side of white spot was the same faceless angel that had once saved tripeze life and and it too had its arm stretched out welcoming tripze.  She walked without a backward glance to her warm spot and together the angel and her friend closed their arms around her and the light got brighter and tripeze disappeared.

Just before she went she threw a daisy on the floor at our feet we knew exactly what that meant.  Then we felt a warmth stretch from the top of our head to the tip of our toes a warmth like no other incredible healing powerful warmth and then we started to bawl, deep sobs not of grief but of amazement and wonderment and relief.  Together we were at peace.

Today we are still shaking our head in amazement and love.  As we drew a picture of tripeze integration last night in the book of completion we were transfixed on getting it right, because tripze wish before she left us was to have a picture in our book and then she would be at rest.  We did that wish and when we look back at her picture we realise how hungry we are to see this work continue, And then i realised we are addicted on healing, how cool is that.  the sooner the better this is friggin AWESOME!

 

Deshanti, Cleo, Jessica.