Danielle LaPorte is a Gemini and for me it is really difficult not to appreciate a fellow Gemini because I understand the complexity of our zodiac sign as well as my own jyotish. The Leo within me is a powerful and courageous creature addicted to change and reprogramming because I had to teach myself to trust myself after all the numbing predator experiences that I’ve endured, and for me now it is normal that I had changed so much into this breathing living person who is not a single bit the same as I was 6 years ago.
Today I live for sharing kernels of my own truth and discovering my authenticity. I love what I am doing with my life and I love how more and more I am becoming abundant in many areas. I have been fortunate to be able to gather people, hear their stories, decompose some of their shadows through community nurture and I am blessed in knowing that other people’s stories are not my weight and that it is not on me to digest their weight so they could feel better. I did this for majority of my life - until I’ve heard two words which are; hypersensitivity and natural born empath. Until I came to conclusion that me being useful, in the same time feeling great, is amazing combination on which I thrive.
One part of me, which is Leo, is advising me how to say no, yeah, and no to this too, and owning it without feeling shame. My Leo is advising me how to become more fuller, more potential - more solid, more grounded and more truthful but my Gemini side keeps me doing woo woo stuff. It keeps me buying rose and white quartz crystals and necklaces, and it keeps me entertained and awed and intrigued and when my mind is buzzing, it is always from my Gemini side, which is lighter but more nervous version of me. I love my wild and powerful oppositions and how I am so many things in the same time without being too exhausted while dealing with so many sides of my personality. But it took me a decade just to admit some of these things out loud, let alone work on those false belief systems which caused me suffering during my transformative periods.
I can’t even imagine how my life is going to look like in ten years; it echoes circular, rich, grounded and spectacular – simple too? and I want nothing less of me than being able to love what I already do. All my areas are connected with awareness and humbleness and inner power and speaking my own truth while exposing and sharing stories with other people. This is my hook; I love human stories and bonding over them. I used to dig around hurt patches because I hated my story so much until I realised which parts were self condemned lies and which were external experiences that caused me to cave in. Listening to myself gave me ability to appreciate myself more through the skill of active patient listening. And when I finally heard myself and started healing, it was the most natural bridge to start doing this with other people.
It took me five years of non-stop work and 300 free custom made workshops with people who allowed themselves to see in me what I couldn’t see because it was too dark. Yet, they listened while I read and taught, while I was teaching them teaching myself. I have worked with all my four bodies to cure myself not because I knew what I was doing, nor because I knew that anyone in the world was doing this. In the starting period it felt too much of everything; I was just victimising myself more with vulnerability and self sabotage because I felt I would never succeed in doing something I didn’t even know what I was doing, because there is no goal, as you don’t know what is ahead of you.
But there was this burning desire to move and change. A wind that I’ve never felt previously. I was being led into something grander and every single pull was directing me.
I understand now that I was being guided but at the time, I felt so much shame being so hurt and wounded. I needed to create a new community with the people who didn’t know anything about me. I didn’t know that I needed community, I didn’t know what was pushing me forward, but it was - or I am going to end my life or I am going to try to become more visible due to my conscious and deliberate choices.
I didn’t want to be left choiceless because of the ache caused by the person who I loved the most, and who killed himself a few months ago. I didn’t want to be choiceless because of him who left me with his dark legacy. I didn’t want it, and during the first few months I had a very difficult time comprehending despair of losing him, let alone the fact that nobody wanted to talk to me because of the ‘too much misery’ element.
Running away and killing myself too, felt too easy because it would have hurt my family, but I had become the swamp of self loathing pinched with toxic peoplephobia. I was being judged relentlessly and I felt I had let him down because he protected me from himself. Society became handy since it was merciless to show me how unworthy I was.
I knew he was the best person I knew, but he as well killed himself. So what is my influence in all of it? Where was my big love story when I didn’t see those dark shades after 9 years together. He was sweet, loving and beautiful; he was the gentlest person and I adored him. He wasn’t flawless in my eyes but he was compatible with my flaws. Our love was not faked. We were not fake. I was not faking myself with him. Six years later I see him now clearly with the biggest help sign, but at the time I didn’t know because I couldn’t have known.
After his death, my life mission instantly changed, and although I vigorously hated everything connected with life, the only way I knew how to explain myself, was to fill my shoes with the bigger version of me who doesn’t contemplate her own suicide. And the role was me being a teacher, which I already was, and which I have been for half of my life anyway. Teaching was my second nature. And that is why I never took money for my workshops until I finally started resonating with what I was teaching. 300 free workshops with continuous flow of new people. Every week for 5 years.
It was unbearably difficult. I judged myself so much and I was blindsided with unintentional blindness that came with unimaginable grief and bereavement. I didn’t know that I didn’t know but I had this vague mission in my head which was pure energy. I didn’t know what I was doing and why I was doing all these free workshops, but I felt this hurricane somewhere along my edges. A hurricane of pure bliss and power and courage which frightened me the most as I was primarily teaching myself how to become free. I had to work on all my bodies: mental, emotional and physical to finally connect it with my spirituality to see the meaning within this incarnation.
So for me now it is very easy to say how proud I am of myself, and how his love became the biggest gift of my life because he gave me awareness of my full potential. As I go further with my life I become less attached to our story, although it is a great story as we had a gorgeous life since he was my perfect human being. He was my karmic star-crossed love, but I don’t suffer anymore because of his death. I miss him, but he doesn’t pull me down neither he has a reign over me; anything about him isn't terrible anymore. He is present but he's not dominant at all. Because in death you understand the intention of a big lesson; they are never supposed to be gruelling for a long time.
I am not a light weight person, I didn’t choose to be born in a light weight surrounding full of external certainties and for me life is still not a breeze. But I do like it a lot, as I really had to teach myself to become a person who I appreciate - now, when my mind doesn’t haunt me and when I feel grateful for all my experiences.
So, for me it is really impossible not to click with Danielle LaPorte because when she speaks using too many adjectives and nouns, I see myself. And I love journals and written progresses - things that you have to do with a pen. I love daily practices and I love days when I just say, oh fuck off, you and affirmative chants, what I need is sex, beer and Stephen Colbert. Or not. Or what I need is grumpy and aching me who says, screw you life... thank you life. no, fuck you. (but still thanks.)
Once, I was on this female empowering and strength through our stories workshop, and a teacher told me that the biggest crime for me would be to be sent to a workshop where I couldn’t speak. That is why vipassana meditation retreat is still one of the hardest things I could do to myself deliberately.
Danielle LaPorte is very important for spiritually awakened women of west. She is vocal and intense and doesn’t give a fuck, while she gives too much fuck while not being darkly motivated. She is my kind of woman.
Yeah. I see vipassana is ahead of me.