Follow your soul
Follow your soul. It knows the way.
Follow your soul. It knows the way.
The eclipse on August 21, 2017, was a celestial event that captivated America. What most don’t realize is that it was an initiation, a soul realignment.
For those who were initiated are now feeling the effects post eclipse.
Many are experiencing their first initiation and have been hit hard with symptoms. Their world seems to have turned upside down. Nothing seems right. Animals are affected as well and have similar symptoms.
Breathe, soon the energies will calm down and you will find a new normal. In the mean time:
If you are experiencing your own hangover, no need to worry. The severity of these symptoms will subside soon. Most symptoms will dissipate within 10 days.
The Child Within is my newest guided meditation and probably the most personal. Over the past year, I discovered that as a child I was severely abused. So much so, that I had forgotten the trauma.
As I began to uncover the horrible things that happened to me, I sought out counseling. As part of that, I created The Child Within to assist in my healing.
It has been beneficial to me and I wanted to share it with you. In this meditation, I guide you to connecting with your child self again in a safe and protected way. This meditation is specifically for people who have been traumatized as a child.
I created this meditation to help with my own healing of childhood abuse. It’s not always easy to put the pieces together and heal. Use the Child Within to assist you in your own healing process and reconnect with that child within.
So thankful for all the sweet messages of love and support I have received over the past few weeks. I continue to seek guidance and understanding over this deeply painful issue. I appreciate your continued support and prayers as I make sense out of crazy.
We are all broken. That’s how the light gets in.”
Putting the pieces together reminds me of the puzzles I used to work on during the long winter months. You probably know the kind with 1000’s of little pieces nearly all the same color. Once the edges are found, the progress is extremely slow. You know how it goes. You pick up a piece only to find that it doesn’t fit.
My life as been much like a puzzle over the last few years. The pieces are mostly gray in color and I’m having difficulty finding the pieces that go together. The outside edge has been defined and like any puzzle with so many pieces, it can’t be put together in one day. There are days when I abandon the puzzle. It often makes my head spin as the pieces are so small.
The puzzle sits in the corner, never far from site. Every once in a while someone walks by and helps with a piece. Others agree that there are too many dark little pieces that look the same. I’ve considered throwing the pieces back in the box and putting the lid back on.
This particular puzzle has taken longer than usual. I haven’t snapped everything into place, but a definite outline has come into view. It’s not going to be a pretty picture.
Several months into my own personal nightmare, I decided to look for answers. I wanted to be validated.
I started looking for people that knew our family at that time: neighbors, friends, relatives. I contacted every one I could find. I even went to the court house in Omaha to find the name of an old neighbor. I searched for my 2nd grade teacher. There were lots of dead ends.
I did find a few old neighbors none of which knew anything. I found friends of my parents and relatives, but still nothing.
I did learn a few interesting things. One neighbor said my mother had a temper and she witnessed that on a few occasions. She said she grabbed her 2 year old by the collar one day and threw him inside her doorway and told her to keep him out of her house. She also said that after my sister was born she would bring her over to her house for her (the neighbor) to watch. The neighbor lady had to tell my mother that she wasn’t her baby sitter. After all, she wasn’t paying her and she had her own children to watch. She said that made my mother furious…weird.
I spoke with one of my mother’s relatives. She implied that my mother had been beaten as a child, but she wasn’t certain.
My aunt who was my uncle’s first wife knew my mother in the early days. They had gone to nursing school together. She mentioned that she thought my mother could have benefited from counseling.
Recently, my husband and I drove by the old house. The owner was in the driveway. I stopped to speak to him hoping he would show me around the place. We chatted for a bit. I told him who I was and he told me he had lived there since ’78. He didn’t invite me in. The garage door was open and I kept looking inside hoping that it would look familiar. He did tell me about the neighbor lady to the east. I was hoping to find her. I had a few memories of talking to her through the chain linked fence. She had to have heard something. My bedroom was at the end of the house next to her house. The gentleman tells me she is every elderly and moved to Colorado some time ago.
I didn’t get the validation I was looking for, but it did help me realize that it wouldn’t change a thing.
I went through so many emotions as the memories of my childhood resurfaced. I was devastated. I was horrified. I was in shock. I went through a time where I felt like I needed my memories to be validated. I wanted someone to say they had tried to help me instead of wondering why no one had.
I called our pastor from the early days when the memories started to resurface. In the beginning, he was helpful. In our initial conversation, he told me that my mother didn’t like me and that she really struggled. He clearly knew more that he was saying, but he chose his words carefully.
The pastor called back the very next day and told me there was more to be remembered, but would not be specific. I told him more of the things I had remembered and he suddenly because less helpful. In fact, he played the “I’m getting old and my memory isn’t what it used to be” card. Yet he remembered that my mother didn’t like me and that she struggled. That was quite a thought to have remembered some 45 years later.
I heard from the pastor one more time. He urged me to forgive and forget. He said that nothing good is going to come from this. He definitely knew more that he was saying.
My daughter and my sister both called the pastor. As my sister put it, “it was a complete waste of time.” He pleaded ignorance and stated, “you can’t make sense out of crazy.”