As the Core Self I have been in the back seat of my own bus for about 43 years. My only ongoing presence in the body was the fingers as the typist, the war correspondent, to the degree my teach of 8: Willie, Addie, Anne, Polly, Carol, Rose, Da, Marnie, weren't even sure I qualified as one of the team. Turned out I was not one of them, an alter, just the very buried Core Self. On arrival in the body I didn't expect I'd last here long but two weeks on, I'm still here.
Its been a huge turn in the road for the team. They had to come to know what to them felt rather like a stranger, someone who had abandoned the body, and for some this was taken as abandoning them. Some felt my return finally made sense of their lives. Some didn't react well at all.
In the end all came on board to respect and feel safe with my role as their home, the self they had split from and could now turn to, even seek refuge within. I'm proud of them, honour their lives and all they lived in my dormant state.
I'm also greatly honored by the support of those outside of my own world who have made that world safe enough to believe in.
Warmly,
Donna et al.
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