– I don't want to live in fear! – the woman said brokenly. She was bowed down in pen­ance, afraid even of her own shad­ow, so it was no won­der she wished to be free of this cross.

– I under­stand you – replied her super­i­or, a lean man of ascet­ic build, with a gaze that searched the heart, yet a kindly pres­ence. – Even so, many live in dread. But you, be bet­ter than they are!

– How am I to do it? Since child­hood I have been tor­men­ted by fears, anxi­et­ies, shad­ows, my own small­ness. I was afraid in the dark and ter­ri­fied in the light, I was alone a great deal, but when I was forced into com­pany, that roused fears of anoth­er kind. It was ter­rible…

– Never mind, you are past it now…

– Past the ter­ror of child­hood, per­haps. I felt over­looked, I did not under­stand the way grown-ups behaved – today, of course, I under­stand a good deal more, and I accept that they could not have behaved oth­er­wise, and yet it hurt. Then I real­ised that what one dis­likes in oth­ers can in time work its way into one's own per­son­al­ity, and now I see that I am repeat­ing the very pat­terns I wanted to avoid. I vowed I would not live as my moth­er did, but my life grows more and more like hers… Is there no lib­er­a­tion?

– Lib­er­a­tion? How long do you mean to carry your bur­dens? Has it not been enough? You are grown up, after all.

– Grown-up life?! Next to my fears today, the ter­ror of my child­hood is noth­ing… Then it was only shad­ows, fright and timid­ity that tor­men­ted me, now… the bur­den of my sins – I know now what I should not have done. I fear it is too late.

– You fear that too? Fear not, it is never too late. A single moment is enough for lib­er­a­tion. Faults, like straw, float on the sur­face of the water, but in the depths lies the true pearl.

– But how deep? How much longer? Before, I had only my sins, now I struggle with demons…

– Very well, but what do you expect? You know the say­ing: youth is folly, adult­hood struggle, old age regret… take care not to forge such a life for your­self. Do not let your com­plexes defeat you. Anxi­ety is only a frame of mind.

– I don't see it as that, but as a real fear.

– Don't worry, you are not so bad that you could fall from grace for good. Could it not be that these obses­sions took root in you through sub­jec­tion or depriva­tion?

– Bey­ond all my faults and sins I have a still more pain­ful trouble: I do not love liv­ing. The exist­en­tial ter­ror of my exist­ence tor­ments me.

– Then this is no inferi­or­ity com­plex after all, rather a sense of superi­or­ity, isn't it?

– Are you now hold­ing that against me as yet anoth­er sin?

– No, but great suf­fer­ing is no priv­ilege, just as feel­ing neg­lected does not dimin­ish you. Everything settles in con­scious­ness.

– If you only knew how much I have rum­maged in my sub­con­scious!

– And where did it get you? From the sub­con­scious you can dig up at most shad­ows, secrets, fears and filth. Things best left undis­turbed. Why not explore the super­con­scious instead?

– The super­con­scious? – the woman's eyes lit up.

– From below you set loose your weak­er, if not your worse, self; from above you set free your bet­ter self! That is the self you can meet. I can see you went through a hard school: exper­i­ence gives the les­son first and the explan­a­tion after­wards.

– But I don't want to live in fear! – the woman repeated.

– You have said so already, but are you also will­ing to act on it? If you recog­nise that life is one great, divine dream, then it is easi­er to get past your fears. The soul is not fear­ful; it is soul­ful. The one you are seek­ing is seek­ing you too.