A beautiful healing journey

I was always scared of my spirituality

How do you even define that word: Spirituality? In recent years the ‘well to do’ gurus of the Internet claimed that religion was not spirituality, and spirituality was not religion. This reassured me, but there was no place for any of these in my life .

I had read of so many atrocities done in the name of a Holy One, and Indiana Jones’ classic movieRaiders of the Lost Ark” showed me that you could pull a man’s heart in a frenzied orgasmic ceremony. When I discovered the gut wrenching reality of the trans-atlantic slave trade I lost all hope in humanity. How could I even be spiritual?

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Sick to the stomach

I felt like vomiting when I read the testimonies of survivors. The pillage of villages, destruction of families, sleeping with rotting corpse and the tortures if you even survived the journey. I felt their chains on my ankles and struggled in a daze, reliving their pains for months. I just knew.

I had recovered some memories of my own struggles childhood sexual abuse. I was in the process of reconnecting with my feelings through some different forms of body work. As I did, unexpected images and stories started to manifest. I didn’t want any woo-woo in my life so I kept these for my journal.

With a Vulcan mind of a doubting Thomas I sought knowledge. I read about Indian’s chakras, Auras, Chinese’s meridian system and the new scientific approach of quantum healing as in Barbara Brennan’s  “Hands of Light”. I had to admit that civilisations that had centuries of practice might have had some experiences beyond our materialist society.

Woo-woo

I began palm reading in college, I think, as a safe way to create contact, any contact, with another human being. I never had read a book on it and knew nothing about lines. I have no idea how it all started, but there I was, holding hands and telling stories! Girls would like it more than boys, so I ended up sharing more with them.

I developed a system of analyzing forms and shapes, squeezing the thickness of the palm and the tightness of the skin. I felt, closed my eyes and let my intuition speak. I must have been good because they kept asking me. I wasn’t predicting the future, instead I called it more of a psychological profile: where the person has been, their present challenges, and sometimes what would be possible outcomes. The less I knew the person the better I was. Total strangers were more fun to explore, until I came too close.

Late one evening, I was having a beer with my good Yeti friend from the art academy. The noisy smoke filled bar was full so we sat on tall stools along the wall. His visiting friend came along and wanted a reading, so I obliged. A few moments into the telling I had to stop as I saw to much evidence of suicide. I blurted out other information and kept that one to myself. Later my friend confirmed that she had just attempted suicide, which is why she was now travelling. The hair lifted on my back.

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Great  responsabilities

With great powers comes great responsibility’ says Stan Lee’s Spiderman. I got scared! What did I tap into? I chose to be really careful and do less of these ‘readings’. As I continued my insights got even more specific, often making my listeners cry as I released unspoken pain from their life. I didn’t understand, but it gave me a way to connect, to literally get under their skin.

I refused to analyse it. It was there and it didn’t make any rational sense. I starved for connection so chose to stifle all information about it. This and any other woo-woo I experienced: I could see auras with object/colors in them, I could actually feel and caress their contours. I also had personal stories of past lives as an Aztec priest and a North American Shaman. Both ended tragically with me renouncing ever using my spirituality again.

Refusing, stifling, renouncing…. this was my way of life until I held Yorbely in my arms in Guatemala. As a humanitarian clown I finally let go and accepted my vulnerability. I had abandoned myself for so long, that I felt the world owed me. I was angry of being ignored, that is, until I connected with someone who had it worse than me. Then my heart opened up.

Before the rooster crows, you will disown me….

As I am lying on the table her hands moves from my skull to my chest. Anna is an amazing osteopath. After a good half hour of treatment suddenly my lungs opened up and filled with gorgeous air. In my minds eye I ‘feel’ a birth, a baby struggling in the birth canal. Is it me? I don’t know.

The baby is suffocating, he is dying. Is it my mother’s birth, my grandmother’s? There is no air. The image morphs into another birth, this time,  a stillborn. I feel the grieving family, and I tell them it’s all right. It’s ok. It’s time to let go.

I feel at peace, I can breathe now, I’ve let go.

Osteopaths do talk about cell memory, epigenetic and trans-generational memories. My mother often spoke of ‘suffocating in relationships’, worked as a nurse with premature babies and can never hug any longer than a few seconds. I have observed that in our life we tend to chose the healings we need. My mom still needs it.

Bigger than you and me

I felt to jump from the balcony, to run away and fill myself with sweets and caffeine. I was running from my life, escaping asphyxiation. Sometimes in the middle of the night I would literally wake up unable to breathe. I had these recurring nightmares of suffocating under the sand and of drowning. Now I feel I know why.

My healing from the rapes was something that happened in my present life. I’ve learned forgiveness and was able to re-open my heart. I have reconnected with unconditional love and as a humanitarian am able to bring it to the world.

I had no conscious awareness of how much I was suffocating; no idea that I might be carrying forward a trauma that didn’t belong to my lifetime. And yet we know so little about our identity. As a species our birth has been so sanitized and dehumanized that we have lost the connection from our ancestors. I did come out of my mothers womb, literally. So yes, why wouldn’t I also carry the memories of something bigger than her and me?

A beautiful healing journey

It’s the end of the line for one family trauma, the one of suffocation. It has gone through it’s healing, it’s release. At the end of next month I will be starting another healing journey as I embark on a Vipassana retreat: 10 days of silent meditation to became  aware  of  our inner self.

As Socrates said: “Know Thyself” , and Aristotle to add: “Knowing yourself is the beginning  of all  wisdom”

I look forward to discover more of who we are as living beings. As I heal my life, and my personal generational lineage, I am excited to bring more love and healing in our shared humanitarian lineage.

I love you all

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Guy Giard

If telling my story can offer a beacon of hope to those who are locked away behind dark walls of protection, then I feel I have started to accomplish my task.   

Guy  Giard is a speaker and the author of the upcoming book ‘LOVE’s healing journey’ How to Triumph over life’s adversities

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Dr “Patch” Adams writes about Guy Giard: “I truly feel his passion to live radiant, using clowning as a tool to help midwife a loving world. To hear of his own transformation to being a loving soul will inspire others to try it on.

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An Orange in the Desert

An Orange in the Desert

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It’s warm, too warm for Autumn.

Salty sweat flows down like a stream between my brows.

I’ve heard stories of icy waters in lush green forest. Sun reflecting as diamonds sparkles on glistening leaves. I have yet to travel these mythic lands. I visit them in my dreams.

The howling winds.

I drag myself to the market, again. Months have past since I sold Maria. She was last. An old dried up goat which hadn’t produced milk for months. I couldn’t afford the feed. Her dried up scorched skin showed through her patchy hide.

The neighboring tribes had long vanished. The water wells buried under the dunes. I stayed. Even the rare passing caravans trudged further North. My robe was in tatters, threads of an old discolored patchwork keeping together what remained of a mother’s love.

A rainbow of burning amber scratched the starry void. It was a sign! ‘I will find it’  I screamed! It was here! I held it in my hand”. I hurried and stumbled away on my quest.You are a fool!” they shouted, “Delusions!” A mirage they called it, ‘The sun has fallen on your head”. They sneered. “Jackals!”

They found my body weeks later, burned, dehydrated, half buried in the sand. ‘I saw the sign…” I whispered. They left, one after the other.

Alone

I no longer feel the hunger, nor the thirst. I close my eyes.

It’s warm, too warm for Autumn.

 

Guy Giard

September 12th, 2017

Listen

Budda Budda Budda Budda

That’s only the sound of a motorcycle …… Jump up with me and enjoy a ride!

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Meditation? Wat ist Das???

You’ve probably heard about meditation and how it’s supposed to be good for you. Something about lighting of incense, sitting on the floor and legs crossed. You pinch your fingers in that awkward position and go ahhhummmmmmmm. Heck, maybe you even tried it!!!

Well this post won’t be about that kind of ceremonial stuff. I did experience meditation a couple of years ago, something called Zen. I followed some rituals but basically made my own. Living in my one room appartement, mattress on the floor, I couldn’t afford a nice chiming bell. So I went to the hardware store and banged on all the metal objects. I found this long screwy metal rod. When hit an amazing beautiful GONG sound resonated! And for just a handful of bucks! Great!

Once a week we would join together at a friend’s home to meditate. We began by repeating a Japanese Mantra over and over : Nam-myoho-renge-kyo, which means something akin to:  “I dedicate my life to the wonderful mystic law of cause and effect.” Years later as I clowned in India I discovered the Ganesh Mantra – Om Gan Ganapataye Namo Namah. Recently I went to a Tibetan Buddhist ceremony with even more chanting! I’ve been singing in choirs for years, so it all resonated with me, but does it really have to do with meditation?

A song and a dance

Well I don’t speak Japanese, and I sure don’t do Tibetan too! And then there are the costumes and the rituals…. shaving off my wavy curly blond locks ( I wish!) and wearing a “one-color-fits-all” robe. The thing is, I am a Westerner living in the 21st century. Guatama, the first Buddha, sat under a tree 2500 years ago in India. Well, where else would he sit????? In his Maserati? Same for Japan where I still imagine empty rooms and sitting on the tatami. Tea anyone?

And what about those dresses? The original Buddhist Toga was made of rags, embodying his rejection of the Ego. And then, with the same intentions as Pope Gregory imposing a monopoly of his beliefs system: ritual, rules and regulations started to take over. The original intent got lost, as many people complains today about the loss of the Christmas spirit. The thrill is gone! (Or actually only the thrill is left!)

No electricity, no recording devices and most people were illiterate. (Could Jack and Jane even have access to writing tools and paper?) So yes, do sing and repeat, repeat and sing, that’s the way to teach the masses. No running water, toilets or hygiene as we know it today; just imagine a roomful of sweaty workers chanting for hours together! Maybe incense was more than a spiritual whiff for enlightenment…  ( I wonder even if the concept of ‘stink’ even existed in those days!)

Back to school

So what are the basics of meditation if it’s not the songs, the costumes and the rituals? One answer is that it’s all about paying attention!

We live in an OVERSTIMULATING WORLD constantly bombarding all our senses. Not only that, we also live in a culture of ACCEPTABLE ESCAPISM: alcohol, sugar, sex, drugs, casinos, entertainment, and in these days social media. Contradictory to what we have been lead to believe, addictions do not exists! The Vietnam war veterans and the Rat Park experiment have proven this.

Meditations is reconnecting to our inner wisdom.

In all this noise we are suffering in silence! Yeswe are! We are because we have lost the art of listening to our inner world. We are so disconnected from heeding to our inner messages that our bodies have to break down for us to listen. We become overweight and extinguish our immune system. We become sick. Meditations is simply reconnecting to our inner wisdom in order to heal ourselves.

So yes, you may need incense, mantras, chanting, costumes or rituals to cut yourself off from all the external stimulus. After this step comes the art of quieting your mind and becoming available to listen, simply listen. Challenging at first, and as with any new skill, it does becomes easier as you ‘practice’

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So next time you hear Budda Budda Budda Budda…. just know that under all the bell and whistles there is really something awesome. IT’S YOU!!!

YOU are wonderful! YOU are amazing! YOU are beautiful! I want to give you the tools so that you can also bathe in the awesome joy of life!

Meditation is just one of those tools, listening to your heart. I wish to bring you more as I will write about non-dualism in a following post.

It is an honor to love you and to share this world with you.

Peace.

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Guy Giard

If telling my story can offer a beacon of hope then I feel I have started to accomplish my task.   

Guy  Giard is a speaker and the author of the upcoming book ‘LOVE’s healing journey’ How to Triumph over life’s adversities

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Dr “Patch” Adams writes about Guy Giard: “I truly feel his passion to live radiant, using clowning as a tool to help midwife a loving world. To hear of his own transformation to being a loving soul will inspire others to try it on.

 Sign up today for the Pre-Launch Newsletter by following this link and be the first to receive special reductions and excerpts from the book!

Guy Giard is available to lead meditation workshops for your annual conferences and conventions.

 

 

SEX, Love and Who’s your Daddy?

Ignorance is bliss!

“Where ignorance is bliss, ‘Tis folly to be wise”

From Thomas Gray‘s poem, Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College (1742)

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Ah yes, blissful ignorance. In Buddhism it’s called Avidyā and is seen at the root of all suffering.

 “The doorstep to the temple of wisdom is a knowledge of our own ignorance.”
Benjamin Franklin

What is your definition of LOVE? What are you looking for? To what purpose? Love is one of the strongest emotions and will scoop you away in the world of ecstatic dreams or in the flames of Hades.

There is the love of your parents, love of your community, love for your children, love of God and your fellow men, and then there is passionate soul searing love for a mate. As a species it feels that love is the key ingredient to our survival. Procreation or extinction.

Here’s a meditation for you: sit down and ponder on all the generations of sex your ancestors went through so that you finally appear as a living breathing soul. Think of all the wars, the famines, the distances and the last minute chance meetings! You are truly a Miracle!

Our education says it all

Blessed are our parents who gifted us into the world. They unwittingly handed us for better or worse a mixed bag of genes and beliefs. There isn’t much you can do about how tall you are or if you have predispositions for certain health issues, but for your vision of love, yes you do have that freedom.

From my dad I once heard: “Well, you had to marry to have sex in those days…” and from mom … nothing. “We just don’t speak about those things, men are all liars and womanisers”. School contributes, peer pressures, community, religion, even the social system, your culture and era all come to define your view of love and sex.

I don’t know about you, but since I was a teenager I always felt I had missed the boat. I had come into this world just a few years too late. Born in 1959 I was eight years old during the Summer of Love in 1967. My sexual coming of age came much after the Free Love Flower Power hippie era. By then my vision of love was a long haired woman wearing a free flowing dress, but it was too late.

I want to Grok you!

I just felt I never fitted in, until I found in Robert Heinlein’s book “Stranger in a Strange Land” Valentine comes from another planet and tries to establish a life of free love. He calls it “GROK”: a total feeling of empathy, love and understanding for the other. I was Valentine, I was ‘Groking’ reality. I finally had a name for what ailed me.

Too afraid and shameful of my sexuality, I despised myself even more for every feeling I experienced, groking included. My penis was my enemy and I often thought of “cutting it off” so I wouldn’t feel anything. I resorted to smoking to take of the edge, and caffeine became the second drug to give me the stamina to keep on going.

I remained in my ignorance until the memories of being raped came back to the surface. When my mother confirmed it I still didn’t feel anything. I was too disconnected from my body. My intuition told me that it must have had some effect, so I bought a book by Ellen Bass : “The Courage to Heal”. This was the beginning of the end of my “Bliss”

Breaking the spell of ignorance

Every page of that book was me. I had found a vocabulary to express my feelings. I felt like Winston Smith in George Orwell’s epic book 1984. I saw the power of Big Brother and of Double Speak.  I starved for more and more knowledge and researched sociology, psychology and communication theories. I discovered the power of knowledge!

Besides books is the power of personal experience. It is not coincidental that my major awakenings happened when I was away from my home/culture: first Amsterdam, then Guatemala and later India. We are blissfully unaware of the dictates of our culture. Travelling expands the physical as well as the mental horizons.

Along with books and travels there is another way of challenging your ingrained belief system: Mentors. A mentor can be a paid specialist as a therapist, it can be a friend or a colleague. It is a relationship of love, of care and of discovery. It is mutually beneficial and will make you grow exponentially!

“Show me a successful individual and I’ll show you someone who had real positive influences in his or her life. I don’t care what you do for a living—if you do it well I’m sure there was someone cheering you on or showing the way. A mentor.”

— Denzel Washington

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Find your LOVE

So what are your beliefs about love? about sex? Are you willing to find books on what ails or attracts you? Are you willing to travel to go to workshops and conferences on your hearts desires? Do you have a friend, a therapist or a mentor with whom to open yourself heart fully?

Can you “”Beat the Bliss” of ignorance?  You’ll never know how good it can have it until you try it. I believe in you, you can be your Daddy!.

I love you all!

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Guy Giard

If telling my story can offer a beacon of hope to those who are locked away behind dark walls of protection, then I feel I have started to accomplish my task.   

Guy  Giard is a speaker and the author of the upcoming book ‘LOVE’s healing journey’ How to Triumph over life’s adversities

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Dr “Patch” Adams writes about Guy Giard: “I truly feel his passion to live radiant, using clowning as a tool to help midwife a loving world. To hear of his own transformation to being a loving soul will inspire others to try it on.

 Sign up today for the Pre-Launch Newsletter by following this link and be the first to receive special reductions and excerpts from the book!

Thomas Gray’s poem, Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College (1742)

Ye distant spires, ye antique towers
That crown the watery glade,
Where grateful Science still adores
Her Henry’s holy shade;
And ye, that from the stately brow
Of Windsor’s heights th’ expanse below
Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey,
Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among
Wanders the hoary Thames along
His silver-winding way:

Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!
Ah, fields belov’d in vain!
Where once my careless childhood stray’d,
A stranger yet to pain!
I feel the gales that from ye blow
A momentary bliss bestow,
As waving fresh their gladsome wing,
My weary soul they seem to soothe,
And, redolent of joy and youth,
To breathe a second spring.

Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen
Full many a sprightly race
Disporting on thy margin green
The paths of pleasure trace—
Who foremost now delight to cleave
With pliant arm, thy glassy wave?
The captive linnet which enthral?
What idle progeny succeed
To chase the rolling circle’s speed
Or urge the flying ball?

While some on earnest business bent
Their murmuring labours ply
‘Gainst graver hours that bring constraint
To sweet liberty:
Some bold adventurers disdain
The limits of their little reign
And unknown regions dare descry:
Still as they run they look behind,
They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.

Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed,
Less pleasing when possest;
The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast:
Theirs buxom health, of rosy hue,
Wild wit, invention ever new,
And lively cheer, of vigour born;
The thoughtless day, the easy night,
The spirits pure, the slumbers light
That fly th’ approach of morn.

Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day:
Yet see how all around ’em wait
The ministers of human fate
And black Misfortune’s baleful train!
Ah, show them where in ambush stand,
To seize their prey, the murderous band!
Ah, tell them they are men!

These shall the fury Passions tear,
The vultures of the mind,
Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear,
And Shame that skulks behind;
Or pining Love shall waste their youth,
Or Jealousy with rankling tooth
That inly gnaws the secret heart,
And Envy wan, and faded Care,
Grim-visaged comfortless Despair,
And Sorrow’s piercing dart.

Ambition this shall tempt to rise,
Then whirl the wretch from high
To bitter Scorn a sacrifice
And grinning Infamy.
The stings of Falsehood those shall try,
And hard Unkindness’ alter’d eye,
That mocks the tear it forced to flow;
And keen Remorse with blood defil’d,
And moody Madness laughing wild
Amid severest woe.

Lo, in the vale of years beneath
A griesly troop are seen,
The painful family of Death,
More hideous than their queen:
This racks the joints, this fires the veins,
That every labouring sinew strains,
Those in the deeper vitals rage;
Lo! Poverty, to fill the band
That numbs the soul with icy hand,
And slow-consuming Age.

To each his sufferings: all are men,
Condemn’d alike to groan—
The tender for another’s pain,
Th’ unfeeling for his own.
Yet, ah! why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies?
Thought would destroy their Paradise.
No more;—where ignorance is bliss,
‘Tis folly to be wise.

My enlightenment, Welcome to the Universe!

It just happened, without looking for it. No big fireworks or du-du-dum orchestra finale. But the consequences are earth shattering to say the least. Finally I am whole!

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In sharing my healing journey I wish to show you that it is possible, and to hand you the tools that might help you on your own journey! The different methods and techniques listed here are linked to other webpages for further details. Good reading, and leave a comment!   Yours,  Guy Giard

You could say it started years ago; getting out of the violence and solitude of the rapes has been quite a long journey. Fighting a losing battle against my family, being an easy target for bullying at school, I found in coffee and cigarettes the numbing I needed to survive. My mind and my feelings were locked away in the Phantom Zone.

Early in the 90’s I escaped to Europe. The first taste of my beingness came through doing some body work. Memories of the sexual abuse drifted back to the surface as I meditated in yoga classes. Later on I found in Paris a little known therapeutic method called “La Methode Vittoz” which focuses on reconnecting by simple sensory awareness to the body . No need for analytical analysis or even the recovery of memories. Just being present in the here and now was enough.

Back in Canada I explored other body works, Tai ChiFeldenkrais, Alexander, Osteopathy. I was able to uncover and  release some of my rage locked in my root area, my genitals. Needing more understanding I found one man who gave me the support to follow through: Alan Watts. His hundreds of lectures on Confucius, Zen and Buddhism saved my life. I constructed a small altar in my one room apartment and practiced Mindfulness meditation.

Life improved as I attended groups such as Survivors of Incest Anonymous , Co-Dependants Anonymous  and EADA – Enfant Adulte de famille dysfonctionnelle ou alcoolique, I found safety and solace as I learned to identify my feelings. I read books on healing by Louise Hay and learned on codependency with Melody Beattie.

I was penniless and lived on welfare and work programs. I understood that my family never taught me to take care of myself, so I started to search for mentors. With the birth of the internet I followed religiously Bob Proctor with his  ‘You were born rich’  program. Followed Tony Robbins‘Unlimited Power’, and even more life changing Stephen Covey’s The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People!  My walls were covered with post-its of all sizes and colors. I was empowering and loving myself! It worked! I quit smocking, got married, a credit card and a real job!

But I didn’t address my core issues so I ended up putting on a lot of weight.  I developed sleep apnea as I became obese. Again the body takes over when the mind can’t listen. So I researched diets and started Jorge Cruise’s ‘8 Minutes in the Morning’ program. Success, I lost weight, my wife got pregnant, a new status quo was reached!

I got healthy again, but I wasn’t any closer to my true self. This time Death had to come to shake my grounds.

For Whom the Bell Tolls

“It was a cold night in November. Waiting at the bus stop, we were celebrating my birthday. As the bus finally arrived a large crushing noise resounded. The bus crashed into the shelter. My reflexes took over as I picked up my 2 year old daughter and backed away. My wife fell down. The rooftop was about to crush her. With my 2 year old under my arm I put myself in it’s trajectory and pushed. It came crashing a few inches beside her as I fell down to my knees. Our daughter, safe in my arms, never touched the ground. Bruised, we were alive.”

Yes we were alive, but was I really living my life???

My father died a few years later. My life mission wasn’t being fulfilled at work. Alan Watts came back into my life, this time along with Wayne Dyer‘s introduction to Taoism. I got back into body work with Laughter Yoga and EMDR « Eye Movement Desensitization & Reprocessing ». I took a clown workshop and joined Dr ‘Patch’ Adams in Guatemala. I was now living new experiences away from Canada. I opened a first channel to my heart and was submerged by new feelings. I cried rivers of pain and relief. 

I went to Chicago and learned of my message with the amazing Judy Carter. I studied Marshall Rosenberg’s Nonviolent Communication (NVC) and completed a level 1 workshop. I also followed Paul Denisson’s Brain Gym workshops and also Reiki . Like the peels of an onion each technique was bringing me more into my body. And then my brother, just a couple of years older than me, died. I was angry. His story, the results  of generations of family abuse, had killed him.

Gina Cenciose introduced me to Eugene Gendlin’s Focusing technique. This time my mind was ready and I got in full contact with my body. I welcomed all my sensations and listened quietly to it’s healing messages. I discovered the wisdom of the body, and started to get out of it’s way.

I am the creator of my thoughts and feelings.

Then, finally, as a family we assisted to a four day Tibetan Buddhism sand mandala compassion workshop. They chanted, explained their rituals, gave talks on Buddhism, meditation and compassion. Nothing new, except that they nailed down what I already knew: I am the creator of my thoughts and feelings. Events, life happens, but I am free to choose my attitude. Choose ‘Le Bonheur’, happiness, simply, anytime, anywhere in any circumstances.

That one question became the quantum point in time when everything changed. It came up at a talk on compassion. The monk was describing workshops in schools. Quebec, where I was born and now reside, is immersed in Catholic upbringing. I could visualize this monk talking about Buddhism in a classroom while standing under a crucified Christ.

The whole guilt story of ‘dying for your sins’ came to my mind, and I wondered about the place of forgiveness in Buddhism. I hadn’t heard that word since I was here.

”Nope, there are no words for forgiveness, and neither for guilt or shame in Tibetan” he answered….. My mind started to compute, outside of the box… no words for those ?? They were about accepting all that there was, and choosing happiness. Nothing about shame or guilt. I came back to Montreal with this startling idea.

I had made some stupid choices in my life. I now dared to accept what I thought were shameful and guilt ridden past actions in a new light. No more judgments, no more beating myself up. They were bad decisions, yes!  I wouldn’t make them again, yes! But  they were done and over with! That was that!

Alan Watts and Carl Jung to the rescue!

I thought this is what Carl Jung described as the ‘The Shadow’: accepting your ‘dark side‘. So I went back to the Net and found one video of Alan Watts Talking about Carl Young. Alan Watts came back for a third time in my life and I listened over and over day and night for three days.

What if this Duality of Good and Evil was just an idea? No good, no evil, no shame, no guilt, nothing to forgive? It had a name: Nonduality.

I became awaken, enlightened! Call it what you want, I was free. As soon as you name ‘it’ you are no longer ‘it’. I’ve crossed over!

Call it spiritually or not, it’s irrelevant. Years of studying quantum mechanics, psychology, anthropology, chemistry, physics, philosophy, atheism, communication, hunter and gatherers, nutrition and so on gave me the groundwork to connect all the dots. The body work had slowly got me back to my senses, to myself.

“I had to get rid but of one piece of the puzzle that never fitted anywhere: I had to be good! I felt shame and guilt and hated myself for never achieving this”

Resistance is futile… or was it?

Good or Evil, my brother died because he rebelled against that concept. My father died disease ridden because he embraced it. I could neither embrace nor rebel. I escaped with cigarettes, alcohol, food, entertainment, sometimes even using sex as a desperate attempt to connect. Like my  brothers I became violent when none of these were available.  I had to be good, no matter what!

Humor was the only thing that kept me sane all these years. Monty Python irreverence and absurdity reflected the impasse I was in: damned if I do, damned if I don’t…

Now I am born to myself, I have given up duality, I reflect, meditate and I am connected

Duality meant Fight or Flight. Others opinion were my lifeline, judging me if I was Good or Bad. I was 100% wrong and had to destroy that feeling, either through numbing or violence. It’s over, I am now free. I can create the  world I was always meant to do. I can give up my soul band-aid I have used for the last 40 years, caffeine.

I am born to myself, I have given up duality, I reflect, meditate and am connected.

So can you!

In my next post I will describe what it is like to live a nondualist life. I love you all

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If telling my story can offer a beacon of hope to those who are locked away behind dark walls of protection, then I feel I have started to accomplish my task.   

Guy  Giard is a speaker and the author of the upcoming book ‘LOVE’s healing journey’ How to Triumph over life’s adversities

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Your story or your life, please!

Have you ever felt like: “How can I get out of here and on the first plane to…..”?

Fill in the blank with your heart’s desires: tiptoeing on a warm sandy beach paradise, an adventurous photo safari in an amazon jungle or even a trip to another planet!

I share these feelings. Sometimes, like me, you might have reached for a more pragmatic solution like having yet another cup of latte, a fat piece of cheese cake or a hot slice of sex.(or all three at once!). Our tongue is such a luscious pleasure organ!

Sadly there are other options that over time may end up as addictions: alcohol, cigarettes or worse, drugs.

Pleasure all the way!

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I had the good, the bad and the ugly of pleasure and pain. 

The GOOD: I chose coffee and cakes to hit a temporary bliss. I ended up out of breath, overweight and on the road to type 2 diabetes. Luckily, my health  declined  and I developed sleep apnea (stopping breathing during sleep). My wife freaked out! I changed my life choices, adopted new habits and nutrition, and got back to a regular weight. You can follow my story and try my delicious recipes at Guy The Healthy Paleo Guy blog.

The BAD: I picked up smoking to deal with the bullying at school. That was the price to pay to become a ‘cool‘ member of the ‘IN’ crowd.  Nervous and scared, I would chain smoke and drink at parties. I’d end up throwing up and getting paralyzing headaches. I was lucky though, my body had a very low tolerance for alcohol, and none for drugs. I didn’t sink into addictions. It took me twenty years to finally extinguish my last butt. (read the bullying essay)

The UGLY: A life of suicide. It was the only thoughts I knew. Whenever I am near a balcony I would feel the pull of gravity. It is a battle to not draw myself in blood on the sidewalk. Stronger then the attraction of a black hole, and yet, I had never known any understanding for it. That is, until I  finally understood “The Pull”of story.

What  is “The Pull” of story?

If you have been following this blog you know part of my story, the sad part of my being abused as a child. If not, well, I’m sorry if it’s not easy to read. My purpose in writing these essays is to bring hope and healing to others.

So what is “The Pull” of the story? Do you remember any time you’ve used the expression “I’d rather die than….” speak in public? tell my boss? face my partner? You feel pressure welling up inside, maybe hear that nauseating inner voice: “You can’t…….”.

Whatever you’d rather not do or not allow yourself is “The Pull”of the story. It is that one key word that “Pull”s you inside your story and locks you in your beliefs.

The power of the pull word!

The one key word that locked me in my story was BETRAYAL! I was under no circumstances whatsoever allowed to express myself. I couldn’t speak up, never contradict or “rock the boat”. I couldn’t show any emotions. Whatever elephants were in the room they were to be ignored. Spontaneity had no meaning in my world!

Family reunions were hell as I witnessed in silence the verbal assaults of my brothers.  My father, quiet, drank his beers, lit up cigarettes and put on the news. “That’s enough!” he shouted, his fist pounced the table with a bang. “Why don’t you behave like adults?” was his answer to my brothers increasing vulgarities. I watched in horror.

The get togethers ended as he passed away. He had always dreamed of having a “picturesque” family at any costs. Most likely this was his “Pull” words: “Picture Perfect”. That part of my life died with him: I felt the noose on my neck loosening up with no more reunions. The pull of the balcony still remained.

What was still holding me captive? My sexual abusers threatened me with words, with a knife, with killing me if I would ever tell. Opening up meant certain death. I would rather die then to tell the truth. I would rather jump to my death then betray them. So I numbed my dilemma with food and avoided standing too close to the railing of life. I made an oath to become obedient, silent and invisible. That’s my “Pull”.

When “Pull” comes to “Push”!

My brother never found his pull and died in his story. I told part of his story in Dying to be Liked. Meanwhile I went to Guatemala with Patch Adams. There I battled to become visible again, and I also found Rob. He is a policeman and a clown. This totally unsettled me as I had been abused by people in authority.

I now had to betray myself, or more exactly, to betray my own story. For decades my story held that betrayal meant instant death. I was caught in a perfect catch 22. I now had to turn the table on it.  I cried as I betrayed my unspoken oath, body shaking in fear of reprisal as  I faced certain death. I denounced the crime. It was the first time I used the word “rape”. “Pull” became “Push.

I had just experienced the process of transforming my “Pull” into a “Push”. I won!

What is your ‘Pull’ word?

Today when I feel the “Pull” for certain foods or actions I literally choose to betray myself. I answer: “Ok, this is what I feel for. I see you for what you are and I will BETRAY you and will not do as you wish!” I betray myself and I feel relieved. I  betray my story, I betray my beliefs. The pressure vanishes and I can be spontaneous. I am free from the  ‘Pull” of my story!

Do you have your own personal ‘Pull’ stories? Do you remember any time you’ve used these expressions:

  • “I’d rather die than….  ?
  • Have that nagging inner voice arguing: “You can’t……  ?

Can you recognize the “Pull’ word that keeps you locked in your story? Whatever you’d rather not do or allow is your pull word. It keeps you locked, and now, it’s time you turn ‘”Pull” into “Push” and open your life.

I believe that now that you hold the key, you can transform that “Pull” into a ‘Push’ and choose your life over your story. I believe in you!

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Guy Giard

If telling my story can offer a beacon of hope to those who are locked away behind dark walls of protection, then I feel I have started to accomplish my task.   

Guy  Giard is a speaker and the author of the upcoming book ‘LOVE’s healing journey’ How to Triumph over life’s adversities

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Dr “Patch” Adams writes about Guy Giard: “I truly feel his passion to live radiant, using clowning as a tool to help midwife a loving world. To hear of his own transformation to being a loving soul will inspire others to try it on.

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Memory Pizza!

What do you do with your Memory Pizza?

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Guy Giard, Concrete Pizza, 1975

1975, just fresh out of college I am now officially an art student. Suddenly I am surrounded by all these colorful freaky animals. Women with long hair and Indian dresses smoking the proverbial Beedi. I enjoy their tiny bells jiggling from their flat sandals. Hints of incense and sounds Ding ling, Ding ling as they floats by. What a change.

For the last five years I was sentenced to a private all boys college. My dress code consisted of acrylic suits and neckties. Sweaty, smelly and greasy, bullied as hell, I started to smoke to get away from my cell mates. My only wish was to escape. Now I was with a new crowd, a new species of beings. I could start to let loose with beers and smokes.

Freedom

I was all set for an amazing two years, sharing a space and not feel threatened. I could hide behind my easel, painting, peering at the other students, falling secretly in love. If they only could look or ask me something, I’ll do anything they want. And then there were the nude drawing classes. Oh my god, where do I look!

Bathing in the April noon sun, I feel the burn on my skin. My heart is racing, pouncing, bu-dum bu-dum, bu-dum, words fumbling out as I am declaring my love. Closing of the bar, 2am, I throw up as I am too drunk. Everything shifts, turns, I can’t look straight as I spew in the streets. Alone in the studio, I carve, mold the clay and light up a smoke. I spend hours and hours polishing finished works.

Memories pile up, my sketchbooks overflow with emotional stories.  I selectively choose to remember some, others I’d rather forget. Smothered in the Tomato Sauce of Nostalgia, covered beneath the Crusty Melted Cheese of Time, this Memory Pizza serves me slices of how I felt in the yesteryears.

Find your own Memory Pizzas!

Today I find myself with a fossilized imprint of my past. As an artist I am faced with a dual dilemma: keeping the works for posterity, and letting go of what is no longer relevant. As I wrote in  Achieve your dreams to move forward having dreams may be easy but letting go of what’s holding you back might not.

These past works mean a lot, but that is no longer enough anymore. They are relevant looking backwards, but not forward.  I am sure that if you look around your home you will find your own “Memory Pizzas”.

  • What is surrounding you today that no longer fits with your vision?
  • Can you pick it up and make the choice to leave it behind?

If you walk along the streets of St-Henri today you might come along my sculpture, my Memory Pizza. I’ve decided to leave it on the curb and open my soul to a new path. Will you?

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Guy Giard

If telling my story can offer a beacon of hope to those who are locked away behind dark walls of protection, then I feel I have started to accomplish my task.   

Guy  Giard is a speaker and the author of the upcoming book ‘LOVE’s healing journey’ How to Triumph over life’s adversities

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Dr “Patch” Adams writes about Guy Giard: “I truly feel his passion to live radiant, using clowning as a tool to help midwife a loving world. To hear of his own transformation to being a loving soul will inspire others to try it on.

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Achieve your dreams

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Have the life of your dreams

Yes dreams do come true, but not the way you usually expect. For the last years I have built many dreams, as I have written in my last post A hard piece of Crass, but how I have achieved them will surprise you.

 

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There’s a land that I’ve heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream,
Really do come true.

What are YOUR dreams?

Success, love or recognition? I wish with all my heart that you achieve all of them. So how can you get from where you are today to where you want to be?  In a nut shell: go for what you want and never look back!

In the past I have had success as a professional artist because I believed in what I did. I asked for many grants and submitted my work to numerous galleries. What ensured my achievements were not the positive response I sometimes got, but that I never gave up. As soon as I finished submitting one project I would move on to the next one. I would let go of the results.

This is the reason of my successes: letting go of the results.

What are you not letting go off?

Would you like to ask for a raise? Ask your partner for more time together, or, actually more time apart to set in motion your passions? You can lose hours of sleep over one simple question, and yet not get any closer to your dreams. Have you noticed how asking sometimes feels super easy, while at other time it seems excruciatingly difficult?  The reason is that the more attached you are to the results the less you will dare to ask for what you want.

Why are we so much attached to the results? Well as life goes on we constantly face unexpected challenges. One solution is to apply what has proven to work. We tend to hold to these, they become our metaphoric life buoy in sea of constant change. Over the years we forget to question why we have adopted these solutions. They became the foundations of our life.

I became a successful artist because I let go of the negative answers I got to my proposals. Then I became a successful teacher by letting go of my art career. I then let go of teaching to become successful writer and speaker. Each time it might have seemed that the hardest part was going for my dream, but actually it was not. The hardest part was letting go of the life I had built!

The hardest part was letting go of the life I had built!

Philip Guston- The Studio, 1969

Philip Guston was the most important American abstract expressionist artist of his time, even more than Jackson Pollock. He revolutionized the art world a second time by letting go of his successes to the scathing reviews from most of the art establishment. That didn’t stop him!

  • What choices have you made in the past that are now the foundations of your life?
  • What have you built on your life buoy which seems impervious to change?
  • What one thing that if you would let go would make a major change in your life today?
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Guy Giard

If telling my story can offer a beacon of hope to those who are locked away behind dark walls of protection, then I feel I have started to accomplish my task.   

Guy  Giard is a speaker and the author of the upcoming book ‘LOVE’s healing journey’ How to Triumph over life’s adversities

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Dr “Patch” Adams writes about Guy Giard: “I truly feel his passion to live radiant, using clowning as a tool to help midwife a loving world. To hear of his own transformation to being a loving soul will inspire others to try it on.

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A hard piece of Crass

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Violated of my Self
I have now to violate my Self
To regain my Self

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I understand that this short poem is a hard read. It is also hard to write. If you want a ‘real feel’ for this post listen to Crass while reading. Their songs are playing in my earbuds as I am sitting at Starbucks, computer on my lap. (Crass were an English art collective and punk rock band formed in 1977 who promoted anarchism as a political ideology, a way of life and a resistance movement, more info on Wikipedia)

This music is “relaxing” as I am writing down hard emotions.

1 “Do They Owe Us a Living?” 0:00
2 “Major General Despair” 1:51
3 “Angela Rippon” 3:08
4 “Reality Asylum” 4:09
5 “Shaved Women” 10:47
6 “Bloody Revolutions” 15:29
7 “Nagasaki Nightmare” 21:47
8 “Big A Little A” 30:10
9 “Rival Tribal Rebel Revel” 36:24
10 “Sheep Farming In The Falklands (Flexi)” 39:34
11 “How Does It Feel?” 44:57
12 “The Immortal Death” 49:22
13 “Don’t Tell Me You Care” 53:20
14 “Sheep Farming In The Falklands” 56:54
15 “Gotcha” 1:00:48
16 “You’re Already Dead” 1:03:52
17 “Nagasaki Is Yesterday’s Dog-End” 1:08:20
18 “Don’t Get Caught” 1:10:20
19 “Smash The Mac” 1:13:30
20 “Do They Owe Us A Living? (live)” 1:17:31

Humor, writing and music have given me a voice when I had none. Heavy Metal and Punk has the intensity and rawness of what I experienced as a child. Having it bottled inside as caused chaos in my life, as in hiding behind foods with consequences such as being overweight and suffering sleep apnea. Or worse, losing my temper, once, when my older brother was beating me up. I turned on him and pinned him to the ground and started to pounce. I screamed, I cried, I clawed, I became a wild animal, unchained! I totally lost it! I was scarred and scared. I decided then and there to never let my Devil out again.

Crass in my ears is soothing as they offer a safe funnel for my feelings. Their harsh tones and aggressive rhythms are in tune with a part of my Self. Same as with this small poem. What I wish to share is the seeming contradictions inherent to the Healing Process. As the saying goes: “If you love someone, let them go” Healing comes from doing what is counter intuitive.

Healing comes from doing what is counter intuitive

Violated of my Self: When a child is abused he/she must makes sense of the Universe. He must come to an understanding, whatever it is. Since I had no one to protect or listen to me, offering alternate explanations, I came to the most natural conclusions: that I deserved it and that I was a bad person. It also meant that to feel good I had to seek the approval of external bodies, literally and figuratively. These were now my foundation beliefs.

I have now to violate my Self: From these beliefs I built a whole life becoming an overachiever, stressing about success and accomplishments. I realize that this was also my father’s dilemma. Love relationships became a mine field of unspoken expectations as I needed constant reassertion of my goodness. I carried a scorecard and checked off positive or damned myself for failures. Food, cigarettes and alcohol were the only way to disengage my control. I  have now to tear up this blueprint.

To regain my Self: Giving up what has guided me for the last fifty years seems nearly impossible. I have to trust the unplanned, the unbuilt and be spontaneous. In the here and now I am consciously living my 5 attitudes: I say YES to life as I acknowledge all that is. I have faith that I can feel the JOY and express it. I will try to have FUN as I put into action my desires. I will practice discernment as I ask was it AWESOME? I will use detachment as I choose LIFE and let go of what is not healing.  (Read the full 5 attitudes)

I choose LIFE and let go of what is not healing.

Life is the most awesome thing you will ever experience! It is an amazing gift. I know how painful or difficult it might feel sometimes, if not most of the times. With this short essay I wished to share on of the insane position you might be facing: Because you were violated in the past, you may have to violate your Self in the present.

The difference is that today, you won’t be doing this alone. Support is available with books, organisations and support groups. I know the first step is the hardest but the journey is so worth it. After all, that part of self you are letting go, actually, was never you!

You are free to fall in love again, with you, as it was meant to be. As it is your birthright.

Bless you
Guy Giard

If telling my story can offer a beacon of hope to those who are locked away behind dark walls of protection, then I feel I have started to accomplish my task.

Peace be with you.   

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Dr “Patch” Adams writes about Guy Giard: “I truly feel his passion to live radiant, using clowning as a tool to help midwife a loving world. To hear of his own transformation to being a loving soul will inspire others to try it on.

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Guy  Giard is a speaker and the author of the upcoming book ‘LOVE’s healing journey’ How to Triumph over life’s adversities

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Clowning with Dr “Patch” Adams saved my life!

Guy Giard Dr Patch AdamsGuy Giard with the real Dr ‘Patch’ Adams in Moscow, Russia

There were many tools that led me from the darkness of despair towards the light of love.  Humor was the one to make the difference!

There were the visual arts as I became a recognized professional with solo exhibitions of my installations. There was music as I composed, improvised and performed on multiple stages. And then there was the intimate journal as I burnt the midnight oil writing in smoked filled cafes. Whatever was stuck inside me was looking for a way out. It finally took humor to breach my walls.

Humor had always been present in my life, mostly in the shape of a rectangular box sitting in our living room. Mom might have had a sense of humor, but with my two brothers always at each others throats she didn’t have any respite. There was no support also from my absent father who’s life was devoted to work. The peacemaker in our home became the humorous TV shows she would put on during meal time. My favorites were ‘I love Lucy’, ‘My favorite martian’, ‘My mother the car’, ‘I Dream of Jeannie’ and so on. Fonzie on ‘Happy Days’ was my rebellious protective Big Brother.

I needed a Big Brother for protection as I had been sexually molested in my youth. Sadly it was at the hands of a sixteen year old cousin living with us.  I was only three at the time. My mother had welcome her into our household to help out with the chores. She abused of her authority and became a destructive force. Three months after her arrival she was caught fondling me and was immediately kicked out. The damage was done. My barely nascent sense of self had been violated.

“I concluded that it was my fault. I was bad, dirty, shameful and I was to blame.”

I concluded that it was my fault. I was bad, dirty, shameful and I was to blame. These feelings became so unbearable that I had to build unbreachable walls to safeguard my most inner self, what I came to call my ‘pilot flame’. The second thing I learned was that I had no outer walls to defend myself. Over the following years I became an easy target as pedophiles preyed down on me in parks, at church and at summer camp.

Back home we needed to escape evermore reality and live in a world of fantasy. My brothers and I became avid comic book collectors. Super heroes were off saving the world and they didn’t have any family to contend with. Our basement walls started shaking to the screams of Black Sabbath and the blasting soul searching songs of Pink Floyd and King Crimson. Drugs and alcohol were introduced as each of us were searching for ways to numb our pains. My brothers chose revolt, and I chose to become assimilated. I would try to second guess the needs of others and be what they needed of me. I was forever the nice quiet guy.

I was forever the nice quiet guy

As life went on we graduated to more mature comedies such as ‘Mary Tyler Moore’, ‘M*A*S*H’ and ‘All in the family’. Fonzie transformed into Archie Bunker, the rebel gained weight and exchanged his motorcycle for an old abused armchair. His revolution was now beer in hand throwing invectives at an uncaring world. Even Spiderman had family problems with teenage angst and guilt. Humor had spoiled into sour cynicism. As any drug addicts we needed to up our dose and found salvation in the absurd British antics of Monty Python. Their deadpan surrealist humor, combined with Heavy Metal and Punk music gave me the resilience to fight back suicidal thoughts.

For more than thirty years  humor, music and writing kept me alive. They helped me face countless failed relationships, divorce, living penniless, homelessness and sleep apnea as I became overweight. And then in 2012 my father passed away. The successful resilient life I had built for myself started to fall apart. The foundations of my inner walls were shaking as my “pilot flame” wavered but I wasn’t heeding the call. I was so unaware of my imprisonment that life had to knock me over. Unexpected problems arose resulting in ever increasing stress at home and work. The nice quiet guy couldn’t assimilate any longer. I left my job and faced an uncertain future. An overwhelming sense of doom slowly creeped in as I barely slept at night. This went on for months, until, I remembered having read of people getting together for a laugh. I had never looked into it, and felt this was now the right time to try. What happened next was a total turn around.

I was so overtaken by my first laughter session that I decided right there and then to become a Certified Laughter Yoga Leader. A few months later, certificate in hand, I joined the first Laughter Yoga Conference in Canada. Suddenly I was surrounded by dozens of happy people who’s only desire was to bring joy. I had never known such a positive environment and felt for the first time a desire of belonging to a family. My outlook at life opened up.

Ever wanting to add even more humor in my life I enrolled for a week long clowning workshop. On the final day I decided to take my guard down. I let go of my fears. People laughed as I truly played with my feelings. It was a first taste of freedom. My pilot light was finally shinning through. I felt a tear of release at the corner of my eye.

Months later I joined Dr «Patch» Adams on a first humanitarian trip in Guatemala. I was so far out of my comfort zone I broke down crying as we went out to our first orphanage. There was no turning back. I opened up to the clown sitting beside me and she compassionately listened to my fears. I was finally connecting with another human. As we arrived and stepped out of the bus, my eyes locked with one of the children. All my fears vanished as I became a servant to him. I felt the pure pleasure of bringing joy and happiness, and I would soon discover something unexpected. Something that had eluded me all my life: LOVE. Clowning is about love and connection.

Clowning is about love and connection

Monty Python’s absurd humor gave me the resilience to overcome adversities in daily life, but it took the open childlike innocence of clowning to finally breach my wall. A clown can face the most horrific situations, victims of war torn countries, refugees or diseases and bring solace and connection. As I continued my humanitarian trips in India and Russia my heart opened more and more. I found room in my heart to forgive all that was done to me. I found faith in humanity.

This is how humor saved my life. It brought me the safety to finally let my inner walls down.

Since I was a child I pained at all the suffering injustices of this world. I couldn’t cope with all the inhumanity I witnessed and I even felt ashamed of dreaming of a better world. I am far from perfect or healed, but today I have chosen to set ablaze my inner light and devote the rest of my life to one thing:  Becoming a messenger of love and peace.

If telling my story can offer a beacon of hope to those who are locked away behind dark walls of protection, then I feel I have started to accomplish my task.

Peace be with you.   

Guy Giard 

PS: Your thoughts and feedback are very extremely precious for me. Thanks you for writing them in the ‘Leave a reply’ section below.  Thank You!  ❤ 🙂 

 

Dr “Patch” Adams writes about Guy Giard: “I truly feel his passion to live radiant, using clowning as a tool to help midwife a loving world. To hear of his own transformation to being a loving soul will inspire others to try it on.

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Guy  Giard is a speaker and the author of the upcoming book ‘LOVE’s healing journey’ How to Triumph over life’s adversities

 Sign up today for the Pre-Launch Newsletter by following this link and be the first to receive special reductions and excerpts from the book!