It has been there as long as I can remember. A strong pain in the butt, spreading down the thighs on the backside – maybe it started when I was maybe 8? I needed desperately to find a place where my mom and I could connect *- and I found one: my mother and I were in the living room, and a black spider – in my memory as big as a grown fist – crawls on the carpet.
She screams! So I scream too – we can connect in fear! THAT is our connection. We look at each other in perfect agreement of how dreadful spiders are, and how allowed it is to scream when one sees them.
*The connection I got with my mom was via fear. I scream and jump and shiver – just like my mom. THIS IS SAFE.
This is love, I tell myself. I believe I donât have a connection to God – so I MUST have a connection with my mother. We connect in FEAR – so now FEAR has taken the place of Love in my mind as my refuge. Now I share this fear with another – that is love.
In my childâs mind, this connection with Mom is valuable beyond means. It is life-saving: it gives me a space to connect with her, to bond, and only in this connection do I not disassociate from the daily horrors going on that nobody must know about – my mother included.
My mother always told me ânow I get a pain in my buttâ – and it is this pattern that I have saved, to bond with her.
I see the pattern spreading backwards through our lifetimes.
What does it mask?
What is it that we both, in reality, scream out for?
I want to sit with that for a while
And also recognizing that there is no room for God in that fear-shared space: we chose fear. Fear and Love cannot exist at the same time. It took the place of God – it became God in our mind. Now fear unites us, and we both deny our God-given connection with our Christed Self.
Subconsciously this identity – this holding on to fear-as-love – seems very valuable in my mind. And it stays there until I donât value it any longer and let it go.
Like right now
What does it mask?
I needâŚ.I need to scream that I am terrified!
And so the innocent spider came into the space between my mother and I and allowed us to bond in the only way we were capable of right then – and gave us an opportunity to express our common fear in an acceptable manner.
The deepest need is to know that God is there to take care of me when I am terrified -*
I look into my heart, and there He is, inviting me to sit on His lap – He says: what you really are afraid of – all of you – is to come sit on my lap. You think you are so guilty – but I do not create guilt, you do.
The pain in the butt feels like dirty acid, and God tells me it does not mean anything at all.
Instantly my fear of these pains – and my making them meaningful and serious – falls away.
I realize that I am moving through layers in the elaborate fear-defense-system I have called Love
Here is an angry voice demanding that the pain shall disappear RIGHT NOW!
What does it mask?
A deep mistrust: God cannot help me. WILL not.
âAllow it all to come into your awarenessâ says Christ. âLeave no part of it left in the bodymind.â
I extend forgiveness to myself for what I have created: a terrified being who has no connection to God. I free me to be my Self.
A vivid image from this morningâs dream: two small birds are living under shallow water. They walk at the bottom. I put a finger down, one of the birds hacks crazily at it as if it thinks it if food. I gently lift to other bird up, it sits in my hand and looks surprised when coming into its true living space. I invite the other bird to come into my other hand, it protests as if I offer it hell. I tell it that it can come whenever it wants to. It then flops into my hand and faints. I place both birds on a soft peace of cloth before me – and the trusting bird places itâs wing over its friend.
In this moment a knowing happens in the child on Godâs lap: I HAVE TO OPEN MYSELF UP TO GODâS LOVE, AND NOT MOTHERâS. She simply CANNOT help me, since she (thinks she)misses connection to God.
The second I share this with Kit, she says:
“The second you said this, I looked at my watch, and the ciphers flickered.”
âShe cannot help me.â
There it is: this belief goes through our time -line – and consequently, these are the incarnations we create to explore.
Now I see what the dream was showing me: the hand coming into the water and lifting these beings into their true element, is Godâs hand. And I – and everybody denying Godâs presence as their Self – are the birds, seemingly trapped in a foreign element, where they flying capacity is removed.
The one bird was ready. The other came too – and lack of trust made it faint from fear.
But all the same – it chose Love
*That formatting happened all on itself. In the original Word-doc it is just an italic line like all the others italic-lines – and it does not start with a big T either.
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