Adya Quotes

what is love? what was love for me? it was when I believed I was the happiest person on earth if I had only him and nothing else it was when I looked at him and felt a pain in my chest over how I would find anything more beautiful it was when I started writing cause what he made me feel was so intense it couldn't just remain in my thoughts it was pain, a feeling that emptied out my chest and ate me alive knowing just because I love you, it didn't entitle me to have you. My love for you was like an ocean slowly drowning me and I was clinging to the last piece of driftwood that was my hope.

I will fear no man that bleeds the same blood as I who carries the same scars, fresh wounds, or healed over marks. Cause despite being through the pain I'm alive, I'm present and nothing they do can hurt me more than I can myself.

you're a museum of things that remind me of the worst time of my life yet somehow, you radiate comfort I want to feel, remember how the pain felt when I'm around you it hurts, but it's a good kind of pain, I've finally been released.

every time I long for you, I promise myself it's the last, I wish I could love myself the way I love you unconditionally. overlooking ever negative, repeating small gestures over and over in my head to get high from that nervous feeling how do I manage to remember every little instance between us when I can't even remember to eat how did you become so important that I'm willing to give up my dreams to support you in following yours. I'm turning into a fool hanging onto the last thread of hope believing it to be love.

I realized you took away the one thing that truly belonged to me. my emotions used to belong to me. I guess I should thank you for Stripping away my guilt, my empathy, and my ability to feel for others. Maybe thank you for teaching me how to manipulate, to never let emotions be weaponized against me. Is it a good or a bad thing? To never love? To find & hate? To be numb? To pretend to feel? To be able to use emotions against others. There are so many instances where I sit down and just wish with everything inside that I could feel something except anger, just wish for a single tear so I can let out the pain.

Ternyata, kebebasan tak bisa membeli makanan dan tak bisa memberiku keteduhan dari terik dan hujan.

ADYA I will try to explain what happened experientially. At the moment of awakening, it was as though I was completely outside who I thought I was. There was a vast, vast, vast emptiness. In that vast emptiness, in that infinite emptiness, there was the smallest, smallest, smallest point of light you could imagine. And

TS  Was there a sense when you looked at each of these dreams that there was some kind of resolution occurring? ADYA Yes. Not only a resolution there, but also a resolution now. Because it’s all one thing. Because anything that was unresolved in one of those dreams was unresolved now. Because it’s the same; there’s a connection. One of the reasons I haven’t talked much about past lives is that some people who are extraordinarily awake have never seen a past life at all. Being aware of past lives is not a necessity. I’m not a particularly mystical person. There was a relatively short period of time, a few months, when I had these kinds of experiences happen occasionally, and since then, every now and then, but not with any great consistency. So they don’t need to happen; it’s just that they did

TS  Part of the reason I am bringing up the topic of past lives is that I have heard several people say something like this about you: “Adya must have been a realized being in a past life, and that’s why he’s had such tremendous breakthroughs at such an early age and is able to articulate teachings on awakening in such an original way.” What do you think about that comment? ADYA If you ask me point blank, then yes, I’ve seen myself doing something similar to what I’m doing in this lifetime many times before. But again, I don’t know the whole metaphysics of past lives and how they work, and I don’t see things happening in terms of linear cause and effect. In fact, my experience of past lives isn’t that they are actually past. I call them that, because that’s how people relate to them, but if I were to say what my real experience is, it’s more like simultaneous lives.

disappeared into the water. Seeing this lifetime and the confusion at the moment of death, I immediately knew what I had to do. I had to rectify the confusion and explain to the dream of me that I died, that I fell off a boat and drowned. When I did this, all of a sudden the confusion from that lifetime popped like a bubble, and there was a tremendous sense of freedom. Many past life dreams appeared, and each one of them seemed to focus on something that had been in conflict, something that was unresolved from a different incarnation. I went through each one of them and unhooked the confusion. TS  Were you lying on a carpeted floor with your eyes closed, or something? ADYA No, actually, the strangest thing was that

It did not occur to Adya that like being competitive during exam times, while being competitive in matters of life also the boys would actually tend to ditch their female counterparts in little little matters and get things their way.

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I meet Adya Khoury at Fort Marcy Park. She's exactly what I expected, a short Lebanese computer jockey hiding her figure under baggy black cargo jeans and a T-shirt declaring NO PASSWORD IS SAFE. She follows me like a lost child as we hike over the old earthworks. I stop in a clearing with a picnic table and she climbs up and sits on it with her feet on the bench. I sit below her on the bench; there's no playing posturing games with a humiliated child.

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The womb is where babies are created, and grown, and from where they are birthed. It is the home of our creativity, the wellspring of our vital feminine energies. The womb is the matrix from which our life force rises and to which it returns. It is the hub of our energetic and physical bodies. The womb is also where we experience death. Our moon blood, our menstruation, is a sign that an ovum (...) has died without being fertilized by the sperm (...); it passes out of our bodies with the now unneeded uterine lining that the womb created for the possibility of growing a baby. Without fertilization, this living-nourishing matrix dies and leaves our bodies in our monthly flow (which by the way is one of the most concentrated forms of śakti in our bodies).