Toward a World that Works for Everyone
Whenever I feel guilt or shame or dismay, I can say with certainty that my Wounded Child is in the driver’s seat. I can say this with certainty because of what I saw and felt in a meditation I did at Xenia Retreat Center on Sept. 18, 2018. I saw the Self in the depths […]
Most people would encounter the lessons I’m learning over a gradual period of growing up. The process would be called “maturing.” But, because of dissociation at an early age due to domestic violence, I “matured” only slowly and incompletely. Like many others, I built a constructed self around my disabilities. Scrapper, activist, etc. The only […]
Eric Berne’s ego states are particularly helpful in looking at the operation I’m doing on myself. What Berne meant by “ego state,” I think, would be the same as what we mean by “states of consciousness.” “Ego’” here just means “I.” If I can adapt his terms, I grew up with a bad-parent ego state […]
I can see that I’m on a journey of recovery, as are so many of us. The lessons of the journey seem to be cumulative. The experience of gentleness recently opened a new door of experience for me but it was also the latest in many lessons over time that were showing me the tremendous […]
Best wishes on Easter Sunday! I just saw a demonstration of will that I can’t pass by commenting on because I personally am going to need to be the undeniable driver of my will in (I hope) a short time. It began when some painful feelings flitted across my mind. I noticed them. I resolved […]
You know that I’m very much taken right now with the exercise of the will. One day when I was around seven or eight, my Dad shouted at me from inches away. I shattered into a thousand pieces and only came back together again (the Humpty Dumpty Man) at age 58. So my will has […]
One of my tasks is to go through Ascension publicly to provide others with a comparison point or at least a view of the changes happening to one person as a result of the uplifting energies we’re all experiencing. One change may take a little explaining, by way of background. When my Dad shouted at […]
