No One Messed You up Like Your Parents

I’ve talked to a lot of people. I mean a lot. Sometimes upwards of a hundred convos a day at my drop in on topics that plumbed the depths of peoples Souls and forced them into the deep end of their awareness. One thing I’ve seen, ten times out of ten, is that no one messed you up like your parents. The end. And the beginning. “Of what?” you may question. True healing. Walk with me:

In a previous article I spoke on the life and times of a budding artist that went on to find salvation via chasing the dragon and various other adventures as well but, for now, lets speak on the evangelical type who says:

“I don’t believe this crap. You’re projecting. My parents were perfect. They gave me everything I ever wanted and were totally amazing”.

Now, in my trade, you get used to paying attention to what is displayed as words are but a small bit and in this case the posture was exceedingly defensive, the breaths short and ragged and the cranium extended beyond the chest. Actually, thats an interesting diversion so lets waltz along that path for a bit:

Have you seen this meme before? Like any work of fiction there is a factual element present and in this case you can see the disconnect between the heart and head on the first specimen, yes? This is quite common these days and, from my lens, is a symptom of the disconnection a lot of people will pretend isn’t occurring within their fragmented awareness. If you Thunk this is a stretch then stop to ponder the implications of nodding for yes and shaking for no from a bioenergetic perspect in which we have nerve signals twitching from below the neck and the effects of these actions when it comes to acceptance or denial of their presence. Oh yes, it gets deep and class is always in session for those that intend to learn something fresh with each moment.

This is why children are so happy and creative because they don’t possess that jaded separation that Adulteration brings that will shift their natural posture (and thus resonance) into mere shadows of themselves as they progress along the psychosocial treadmill. Getting back on topic:

“I’m not saying they weren’t. You did”.

See, the guy had stepped in to an open conversation I was having with a couple of other clients that were learning to map their inner realms and, seeing as I don’t believe in accidents, he was obviously right where intended so he said:

“Well, whatever. I heard this convo and just had to say my bit because you make it sound like everyones parents are the devil himself and they all mess their kids up on purpose. Its not fair. Its not correct. Matter of fact I think its very irresponsible and dangerous for you to talk like this and I don’t like it”.

After he left we three looked at each other and said:

“Man, he really hates his parents” and started laughing. Do you see the need for over compensation, image building and idealization that a near total disconnect from Self brings? What was interesting was the next few times he’d drop in he’d always try and get onto the topic again which says that something within was screaming for attention and wanted to use my lips to convey the message he refused to hear from his Inner Sense. I’d divert and sprinkle some food for thought because by then I’d learned that some people just want to be correct and have no intent on actually Knowing the Ledge in order to facilitate their healing but there is nothing wrong with throwing some seeds within to see if he feeds and nurtures them with thought when away from my presence. This he did. This he did and it went a little something like this:

“You know who was a real chunt? My grandfather. I hated him. He smoked and drank, totally stank, plus was a despicable human being. I couldn’t stand the prick with all of his overly religious yet totally corrupt sentiment“.

I let him unload, curious of where this was heading, and he laid out the script of his years formative in which he was left with said gent as his parents were both busy working in order to keep a roof over his head. The particulars of this sketch I’ll have to omit as they were quite specialized and descriptive ergo one can’t obfuscate without totally changing the wavelength of what the kid felt that made the man like this but, in a nutshell, the dude made so much progress as this one stroke of insight led to him dismantling his defense mechs from within and, along the way, he discovered why he himself had never had children even though he always said he wanted. Know why?

It was all to avoid facing the rage within that he felt about his folks leaving him with a man who sexually abused him at every chance he could get whilst laying the fire and brimstone on thick if he ever dared to tell and various other threats designed to ensure his compliance from his Victim. Like I said, there is a lot of evil in this realm and the ghost in the shell of your unfinite awareness will find many ways to protect its Self and this is what led him to popping in and listening during the opening conversation as we, mere figments of his imagination, put into words the feelings from which he was disconnected. Knowing that its impossible to crack the shell from the outside in but quite simple to request that which is locked within to open the door and makes its grand entrance I let the conversation unfold by speaking directly to this aspect that, at last, felt acknowledged and seen. Later on he’d mention that, whilst sitting at home, drinking, his mind would often fill with the strangest of things that would segue from one to the next in ways that were seamless and often quite frightening. This, as you’d expect, led him to keep on sipping and then he’d find bursts of rage or an immense pain in his chest then, randomly, tears would be streaming. This was what he kept a tight lid on with his outwardly projected (false) self as evidenced by his stretched neck that was wracked with tension from a lifetime of staying numb to the signals pouring in from the hurt child, within.

I asked him to practice something I call mindful drinking with his next session and he said:

“What the hell is this? Mindful drinking? Never heard of it”.

“Its simple. Instead of just cracking the bottle and lifting it your lips to imbibe the goodness which takes the edge off the day and lets you ease your stress and get some rest I want you to do all that you would usually but don’t drink it. Yet. Instead take a moment and note how you feel, the pace at which you’re breathing, your spatial location and any points of tension that call for your attention. Then sip. After a few are percolating within your system do the above again and compare the difference”.

“OK. Sounds a bit stupid because I’m the same when I’m sober or drinking but I’ll give it a spin. Just to see what happens”.

What do you think kicked? Matter of fact, why not try it your Self and tell me about the difference? See, for most they’ll report a gentle sigh escaped their lips that they never previously noticed as they accepted it as part and parcel of the effects. Others have said they felt a swift shudder around their neck and spinal column whilst a few attest that it feels like their bodily tension went from an eight to a six just with the anticipation of a drink. These habitual acts, when paused and examined, can offer immense levels of insight to the human condition and why we do what we do, without thinking.

No one messed you up like your parents. It could be as simple as not enough time on the tit thanks to your mother being a career woman who was thinking of other things whilst you were busy feeding as she had an appointment that needed her presence to finalize something or it can be more complex like a multigenerational inheritance of early death and trauma that ran unchecked from back when to the present moment which you sent to your own children via a moment of stress that caused immense damage as well as many other things like the old demon under the bed being brushed off as a figment of your imagination when your heart rate was racing and adrenaline dumping at two AM. Do you know how invalidating that is and how easy it is to fracture a childs awareness due to the increased relative impact of these moments? Like I said, no one messed you up like your parents and the first step to healing is admitting this because then you can start to spin it back and recode the emotions by validating and venting the child within – who, now as then, dwells in pristine Inner Sense – before realigning in the present moment where you feel so much better without this band of tension and ignorance that is the main cause of your problems.

Not many are ready to do this, I’ve seen. Its far easier to bury your head in the sand, follow the party line and do as instructed as you foist the old generations programs upon those just plugging in but, from my lens, this is akin to getting an advanced holophone which you then flashed with the firmware of an old Nokia brick then complaining its not working as you wish when, in reality, its doing exactly what you intended. Thats the powerful danger of ignorance and why you are the true cause of all of your problems as it all takes place inside your awareness.

On a positive note I’ve came to the conclusion that we manifest in this realm explicitly due to what were our parents shortcomings as this offers us the best way to hide our greatest gifts behind the illusion of something broken that most will thus never dare to examine. That is another topic entirely of which this one was but a mere hint but, you know, I’m sprinkling seeds for future events with this missive. Stay tuned for our feature presentation.

Till we meet again