pseudonymous
Obtuse Kineticist
Was there some experience in your life that has led you to a place of understanding of what forgiveness really means to you? Or is it still a mystery? Years back I had been alone with my mother, who I had had a very emotionally laden love/hate relationship with over the years. I don't remember the topic of the talk, but suddenly it deteriorated into a knock-down drag-out war of words. For the first time in my life I was able to objectify my mother's behavior, and by doing so I was able to see the emotional reaction's inception within my mother's life.
Suddenly through her tears, which had always been how the argument ended between herself and anyone, I saw the little child ~ possible 4 years old ~ sitting on the bed before me. It was not my mother that was arguing with me that night, but an echo of a life changing event that happened in her early childhood. Something had either been said, or some mannerism of mine had triggered the child echo to emerge center stage in our argument.
I had watched her in fascination, because I had realized what we had experienced was not a present moment reality, but the repitition of a long reinforced emotional pattern in her life. It had not been about me, and it had not been about her as an 80 year old woman. It had been about a 4 year old girl that found a defensive mechanism that thwarted whatever was happening to her that day 76 years prior.
I had immediately felt an emormous amount of compassion for her, myself, and everyone else, because I had realized that I had witnessed that much of our lives were fiction, based on events beyond even our conscious memory in some cases. I had immediately understood why I would, and could, forgive anyone not Self aware. You truly cannot be blamed for what you dream. No one wakes the morning after having had weird or odd dreams and blames themselves. And yet they will blame themselves and others for what they live unconsciously.
~ Pseudonymous (www.theawakeningself.com)
Suddenly through her tears, which had always been how the argument ended between herself and anyone, I saw the little child ~ possible 4 years old ~ sitting on the bed before me. It was not my mother that was arguing with me that night, but an echo of a life changing event that happened in her early childhood. Something had either been said, or some mannerism of mine had triggered the child echo to emerge center stage in our argument.
I had watched her in fascination, because I had realized what we had experienced was not a present moment reality, but the repitition of a long reinforced emotional pattern in her life. It had not been about me, and it had not been about her as an 80 year old woman. It had been about a 4 year old girl that found a defensive mechanism that thwarted whatever was happening to her that day 76 years prior.
I had immediately felt an emormous amount of compassion for her, myself, and everyone else, because I had realized that I had witnessed that much of our lives were fiction, based on events beyond even our conscious memory in some cases. I had immediately understood why I would, and could, forgive anyone not Self aware. You truly cannot be blamed for what you dream. No one wakes the morning after having had weird or odd dreams and blames themselves. And yet they will blame themselves and others for what they live unconsciously.
~ Pseudonymous (www.theawakeningself.com)