Choosing LOVE for Las Vegas

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Love or Hate?

As I woke up this morning it felt like any other day. Fall is coming, daylight is getting shorter. It was still night but my alarm clock told me otherwise. The call to work and a good cup of coffee gave me the motivation to finally get out of orpheus’ reach.

Slumbering to the kitchen I turned on the radio. Then it hit me. I felt the air punch out of my stomach. I couldn’t breathe. “Fifty dead from a shooting”. I must have misheard. “Las Vegas, festival, country music” words fell like crumbs from my four day old toast. A tremor started to travel across my body. “Fifty. Fifty. Fifty”. It was real.

Devastated

I felt devastated! Still do. A bottomless hole in my heart. Should I feel angry? Sad? Wanting to hit a wall or stomp my feet? I feel to accuse and scream at society and the shooter! I FEEL A RAGE! And then I think of the mothers, fathers and their children. The unimaginable loss. The pain. The tears.

How should I react? How do you react? With your head? With your heart?

I can’t eat or drink any coffee. It’s not getting down. I stare out the window as the radio announcers keeps filling in the details. “Lone gunman, hotel room 32nd floor” and then videos of the shooting. The terrifying “tak-a-tak-a-tak-a-tak” of a machine gun. I can’t bare it. I turn it off. I cry.

Agony and helplessness.

I stand in silence, letting all the feelings wash over me. Yes, I hurt, but the families out there must be in agony. “What can I do to help them?” Can my frustration at the violence, my anger towards a faceless murderer bring them any solace? Can my hate bring any healing to them or the world?

As much as it pains me more hate and more violence will not heal any scars.

“Hate begets hate; violence begets violence; toughness begets a greater toughness. We must meet the forces of hate with the power of love.”

Martin Luther King Jr.

Choose Love

As a Humanitarian I have faced many horrors. I can still see the deformed newborns filled with tubes and kept alive only with pumping machines. I still hear the screaming lepers with open soars as doctor treats their wounds without anesthesia. I hold their hands, sing songs and kneel down and pray.

This is what I choose today for all the victims of this morning’s senseless horror. Love is the only answer to the endless violence we keep witnessing. I know that is is not easy. I understand that it may take days or even weeks to be able to open your heart. But I believe that this is the only way of healing ourselves and Humanity.

“Love is the only answer to the endless violence we keep witnessing”.

Wherever you are on this beautiful planet, remember that I am always here for you. And if you can’t find it in your heart, yet, to give back love in face of such violence, then just ask me! I will be the love for you that you are wanting to give to the world!

I love you all xxxxxx

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!

 

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Put your knee down for LOVE

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Putting your knee down

Sounds easy, putting your knee down, is it? What about not giving your seat on a bus or at a lunch counter? History is built by individuals daring to take action when the majority would deny their rights.

Society as a rule

What is majority rule then? What is it made up off? When I look at the variety of cultures throughout centuries I wonder about the “One Divine Law of Intervention“. It would seem more that “the rule of law” is what 51% of the people have decided upon. And when you factor in less democratic governments such as dictatorships and religious states, well, don’t even think about individual rights.

As members of a race called “Humanity” our collective cohesion thrives on cooperation. Our physical bodies are made up of gazillions of cells. Dis-ease occurs when communication fails. Business’ also have their culture, so does communities and families. We are one defined by the rules of the many.

But what if your instincts, your whole being feels that something is wrong? Maybe it’s insomnia, that extra cup of coffee or second helping of dessert, or worse your declining health? Case in point: After losing more than 50 pounds of fat in the last years I see my blubbering waist expanding again. I didn’t become aware of it then until I developed sleep apnea. This time I am witnessing it and I am getting quite frustrated!

When or how do I put my knee down?

Fight the power

Presently I am reacting to a simple rule of compensation: “Eat, do not validate your feelings, cover them up with pleasure!” It doesn’t really matter how I acquired this rule, I just have to accept it’s presence and acknowledge it’s effects in the present: shallow breathing, fatigue and mood swings.

When I think of fighting external rules many leaders comes to mind: Gandhi, Mandela and Martin Luther King. When I think about inner rules Greek philosophers come to mind: Diogenes the Cynic, Epictetus the Stoic and Socrates with his famous dictum “Know thyself!”

Diogenes was very controversial and embodied his philosophy of living in agreement with nature, rejecting all conventional desires for wealth, power, sex, and fame. He lived in a broken amphora in the streets exemplifying that virtue was better revealed in action than in theory. Spitting in the face of nobles he told the king to step out of his sunlight. “He has the most who is most content with the least”. He walked his talk; he put his knee down.

Stoics also lived in harmony with nature, and with the acceptance of what is beyond our control. There is a story that as a slave Epictetus was tortured by his master who twisted his leg. Enduring the pain with complete composure, he warned that his leg would break, and when it did break, he said, ‘There, did I not tell you that it would break?’ “Men are disturbed not by things, but by the view which they take of them. It’s not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters. No man is free who cannot control himself. There is only one way to happiness and that is to cease worrying about things which are beyond the power of our will.” He put his knee down!

Socrate asked questions and questions and questions to help a person or group to determine their underlying beliefs and the extent of their knowledge. For his sin of questioning he was found guilty of corrupting the minds of the youth and sentenced to death by drinking a poison of hemlock. “The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.” He put his knee down!

Freedom to choose

Should I then reject my desire for pleasure, simply accept what is beyond my control or question my behaviours? Reject, accept or question?

The beauty of our Humanity is that I am free to even ponder these choices. Rules can limit your choices to the point that you feel totally helpless, I understand. Still, however raised, socialized or educated, there remains that one precious liberty that no one can take away, the liberty to choose. 

I struggle with my inner rules of feelings and my weight, and with the outer rules of world politics. But I choose as a Laughter Yoga Leader, as a Humanitarian Clown and as a member of Humanity to “PUT MY KNEE DOWN FOR LOVE”.

So where ever you are on the globe I’ve pulled up a chair at my kitchen table and I am serving you a thick serving of LOVE.  What would you be willing to put your knee down for?

(PS: Seconds are always offered, Enjoy!)

I love you all xxxxxx

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!

 

 

 

 

 

Birth In Your Beautiful Self

Birth In Your Beautiful Self

Just imagine for a moment: You are born in the most gentle orgasmic way. Loving hands in a warm pool of water welcomes you into this world. A luminous sphere diffuses warm subdued light as your eyes slowly opens to this new home. Released from compression you are expanding on the silky belly of your mother. Nestled between breasts a nipple offers you the first taste of sweetness. You recognize the heartbeats and voices that were in your dreams. You are bliss.

As you grow up, your parents, brothers, sisters and extended family cares and listens. They offer you knowledge, experience and wisdom as you explore new territories. They are always willing to answer your questions and bring you support in your projects. As years go by you discover and develop your talents. You are gifted and wish to share with the whole Universe. There is unity and love. All is well with the world!

Utopia?

Was this hard to imagine? How do you feel a child born and raised this way would view himself and the surrounding world? Would he/she be filled with self-doubt and reaching for substances to ‘avoid’ reality? Would he/she resort to threats, anger or violence to ‘get’ what he/she wants? Which reality do you opt for?

It is hard to imagine, yes, but in my heart of heart this is not an Utopia, it’s a reality. I saw it in the eyes of children in Peru as they cared for their younger brothers and sisters. I felt it in my heart when I held orphans in my arms in Guatemala. I feel it growing everyday as I reconnect to the most precious gift within myself, my humanity.

Having lost our humanity we fall pray to the worst disease of this modern era: LONELINESS! Loneliness is the result of being disconnected to our humanity. We ache for love, for companionship, for touch, we try to connect with others and forget the one most essential relationship of all. The relationship with our Inner Self!

No cup of tea, but a piece of cake!

Is it possible? Yes it is! It doesn’t matter where or how you were born, you can become the loving parent you always wanted. Of course, if your family was anything like mine you may feel powerless and overwhelmed by this task. You may feel undeserving and guilty of even wanting change! Since they didn’t have the tools and the knowledge for themselves, they couldn’t teach you. No cup of tea here.

Here’s the cake: To reconnect all you need is change. Sounds simple? Yes, it does. New information in, old information out. The difficulties lies only in your view of the change process itself. This is what is usually called the ‘comfort zone’.

It doesn’t have to hurt to ‘un-stick’ from your past and ‘update’ with your dreams for the present! Laughter Yoga, for example, is one of those tools to help get the ball rolling. There are many many more!

YES! You can have your cake and eat it too! You can have the life you always dreamed off while leaving behind what never belonged to you in the first place: pain, hurt and loneliness! This is the purpose of this blog and my book : “Love’s Healing Journey”! I wish with all my heart to bring you the tools to reconnect to your humanity.

On the best road ever!

See this little baby who’s just born, hold it into your light and press it against your body. This newborn is you and is part of the longest line of loving beings ever. It is part of humanity, forever with you and within you. Like a string of pearls you are part of an amazing jewelry of life. You are a Star in a Infinite Universe of Love!

Be the best you can ever be!

I love you all xxxxxx

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!

 

 

 

 

Love to your fullest!

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The First Cut Is The Deepest

     “I run for my life: knife in hand, crazy eyes, he’s out for blood! His shrill voice screams: “I’ll kill you, you fucking bastard!”. Murder in Suburbia!” reads the tabloids’ headlines at the supermarket : ‘Hunted to Death by Jealous Father!”

How insane does your life has to get before you figure there is something deadly wrong with it? Is running like a clueless ‘victim’ a sign or just a sad turn of the wheels of fate?

How many ways does it take?

As I write I am listening to Rod Stewart’s epic album: “A Night On The Town”. Here it is so you get the full flavor of this post.

Snake in the grass

Hours passed as we share stories. A humongous screen paints the wall with muscular hulks chasing a citrus shaped ball. The crowd cheers in a frenzy. We found in the back a more quiet, private table. Having just met electricity shoots between our eyes. A shining spark about to set ablaze a bonfire of passion.

Escaping the “Rah Rah Rah Hooplas!” we set out in the darkened park as the midnight moon peered down. The warm, sweaty night melted our bodies into one as we savoured kissing lips. Laying on the ground, blind lust unzipped zips and unbuttoned buttons. We drifted on a cloud, alone, in our ecstasy, or were we?

“Crack!” snapped a branch. He drew closer. He had been sitting there for always, the voyeur. He now wanted more than a front row seat of our embrace. Paralysed, helpless, I held my breath. I painfully inched my body to a more honorable position. Zips got zipped, button got buttoned. It was over.

We became lovers. Never again were we to fall such an insane situation.

Super Nova Cinders

As I read her palm a New Universe opened. So much power, so much depth; she has the soul of an Angel. I share my vision of life, of open relationships and universal love. She invites me to sleep over, of sharing her bed adding as a footnote “no sex” . Tempted, I decline. Work calls early next morning. She leaves town in a few  days so we plan to meet again.

The sky is a velvet of blue and orange as the sun sets aflame the horizon. Kilometers away from the crowds we drink in the wonders of the National Park. Our communion is intense as we hold each other. We walk in silence, in full rapture, the wind caressing our cheeks. I desire a kiss, an embrace. I pull her close. She gently pushes me away. I insist and she burst into tears. I freeze in shock! What just happened?

I apologize as we talk about what had just taken place. She shares horror stories from her high school years. It hurts me that such a beautiful soul had to live through so many hells. The mood changes as we get to understand each other. She feels passion welling up inside and wishes to kiss. We stop the car and unite in timeless moments of peace, the last instants before she takes her final leave.

Days later I received a love box full of poems, drawings, books and a teddy bear. Weeks turns into months, back and forth pure tantric love morphs into acidic hate and then back to angelic bliss. Non-exclusive relationships are tearing her apart.

Dying to be herself

Her parents forbids that she stays overnight. She was all of 21 and I had graduated from art school. I was 24. I enjoyed a few beers with her dad at their summer BBQs. Life was good as I was discovering a first serious relationship.

The following weekend her parents left for a 3 day trip to the country. Home alone, we plan a lover’s “honeymoon”. To finally be together as if there was no tomorrow! And so we were, drifting in the middle of a hot summer night, the breeze so right on our nude bodies, sharing milk and cookies in the living room. And then the door bangs wide open.

My mother said it was obviously a trap. At 2 am the phone rang. As she picked it up “Mother-in-law to be” vomits insults for giving birth to a Devil’s spawn, while “Dad” is hunting me down with a kitchen knife. As I escape for my life I asked myself “Why does my love life always turns into shit?”

I wish, just only once…

I never saw my parents together. Not even once. Being a typical tie wearing workaholic of the 50’s my father was rarely home. I was 12 when the divorce finalized. It was already too late. I guess they might have waited that I finished primary school, or maybe mom just had enough. She pulled the papers on him, and went as far as writing to the Pope to have the marriage annulled.

They taught me hatred and criticism for each other. My dad had to honk his car horn to get my siblings and I down for our regular Sunday restaurant outing. He wasn’t to set foot into our home ever again. They never came together for any birthdays or Christmas’ celebrations. Being the only one who married out of four children, I was forced to choose which parent could assist our wedding. It broke my heart to tell the other off.

I never saw them holding hands, talking or sharing stories. I never learned to recognize emotions or expressing feelings, asking others for their point of view or acknowledging their differences. Love was a thing you earned conditionally according to “right conduct”, and by getting top grades. Tears weren’t allowed, no complaining was to be voiced and sexuality never existed.

From no love to full love

Learning to love again has been hazardous, with many mistakes and pitfalls. Having gone through these challenges often the questions have been: “Are my beliefs about relationships and sexuality just the “Ill-After-Effects” of being sexually abused and my education, or are they rooted in something much deeper?” and “Do I have to explain and justify every preference I show?”

I never “believed” in marriage, and I still can’t relate to it today. What does Love have to do with exclusivity and ownership? MY wife, MY car, MY kids… and even if not wed MY partner? Through history there has been varied configurations of “Unions” and sadly deceit and jealousy still manifests. The statistics about divorce, cheating and lying are through the roof. There is no more room for the elephant!

My values are about honesty, respect and commitment. I would rather die before wilfully hurting another being. My heart discovered it’s true nature in Guatemala, and what I always felt inwardly as “Grok” is the ever present as Universal Love I practice. I fall in love as a polyamory and non dual relationship/lover where consensual, ethical, and responsibility are the basis of any communion.

Life is just amazing

I recognize in the above love stories one common element: We talked a lot, but we didn’t expressed of our wishes and desires. We gave away our past but we didn’t share our present. 

We gave away our past but we didn’t share our present. 

My parents were locked away in their respective pasts; they never could share any “present” with their children. The same with my abusers : they had to relive over and over again what had been done to them. I really feel sad for all of them. Life is so amazing, it is a ‘present’ in all the meaning of the word.

Life is just so amazing, each of you is a ‘present’! I wish that you find your love and live your life in the present moment at it’s fullest!

Knowing each one of you is what makes my life so rich and precious.

Life is a present, and living in the present is the most beautiful gift of all!

 

I love you all

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!

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

Start the conversation by writing your thoughts in the ‘Leave a Reply’ section below!

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!

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’

Listen

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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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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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.

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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

PS; Please share your comments below, either about Alan Watts, Good and Evil or anything that come to your mind.

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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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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.

 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!