burnt out and nothing seems to work anymore…

There and then my inner parts came to my rescue…

Here comes the English Fulna Video

Inner children are frozen emotions from a time where -often as a child- you couldn’t solve the inner conflict. They remain inside of you for your whole life. Very often you are unconscious of them which is why they often take over control and form unhealthy relationships or cause irritations at work. I was able to get to know them, to remember my past and now I try to deal with them as a resourceful and loving adult.

They helped me along the way, because they have something intesting to tell.

My healing tales…

May I introduce you to my inner children?

In the middle you can see:

The twelve-year old (well-adjusted) Nati, She only cries when she is alone. When she is among others she plays the clown all the time. You can see this clown on her Sweater. From toddler to High-School-Student you can see 21 of my inner children. The third from the left has anorexia, the second next to it is the overweigth 17-year-old. In the throat of the adult Renate you can see the anger devil.

This is my Anger devil. He symbolizes all the humiliations I swallowed silently during my childhood. Since I have drawn him I succeed more often than not to express my anger instead of turning it against myself (depression). Also I realize more quickly when I am angry and so I can work off my anger by Swimming or riding my bike :).

On the journey to the centre of my Self I met my shadow aspects.

ON the left you can the my inner pusher: He has got a Whip and always ushers me to do everything more quickly. Next to him with the scythe there is the king of Huns. On the left above you can see the Clown. They are all inner aspects or parts and they are placed inside of the octopus.

On the right above you can see a happy Nati playing, whereas on the left below you can only see half of a crying Nati.

My life lay in ruins: I had a miscarriage, my partner had left me and eventually I became very sick. I wanted to  understand why everything had happened the way it did. So I began to write down my life. Then, one night, I had this atrocious nightmare…

A nine-armed octopus abused the 9-year-old Nati. Now I knew why Nati always had to hide her grief…

I tried to push the nightmare aside and into my inner vault. The vault was guarded by the rainbowserpent, my fur-woman Sam and a few other amphibs and bugs. However, the octopus with its disgusting penis-mouth found a way to escape-back into my world…

I understood that this 9-year-old hurt child was still inside of me. She was still totally on her own with what had happened to her. That’s why I created a world for her where she could finally feel at ease all of the time: Under the sea (see diving kit 🙂 )

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