Showing posts with label Abuse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Abuse. Show all posts

Monday, January 10, 2011

Do Unto Yourself

Too many people are living in a prison that they have themselves manufactured.
- Dr. Michael Bernard Beckwith

 


Your mind is given to you as a tool.  It is very useful indeed.  It allows you to contemplate and reason.  It allows you to plan and remember.

It also allows you to imprison yourself, held captive by shame and regret.  Beaten down by your own thoughts and rendered immobile in a belief that you are an undeserving failure.

Every time you beat yourself up, you cast another iron bar in your self imposed prison.  Every time you believe that little voice in your head that says unkind things, you allow demons to rule your world.

Imagine your child making a mistake and verbally abusing themselves for it.  As a parent, you would immediately rush in explaining that mistakes are just mistakes.  In short, shit happens.  But we all move forward and just intend to do better next time.

Why is that so hard to believe about ourselves?

Why do we believe that we should never slip up?  Why do we deny our human-ness.  Why do we understand and accept with grace and kindness, the mistakes of others while belittling and blaming ourselves?

I believe in the golden rule which says, "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."  And I believe that generally speaking, we DO.

However, I think a more useful and accurate rule for the advancement of our own humanity and self love would be to "Do unto yourself as you do unto others."

Give yourself the same kindness and understanding as you do to others.  Don't berate yourself.  Don't hate yourself.  Any being that acts out in negatively perceived ways only does so out of fear.

Why would you bully someone who is afraid?

If you're disappointed in yourself, vow to change.  Vow to do better.  Vow to BE better.

But no one ever felt inspired to be MORE because they were bullied or belittled into it.  LOVE is what inspires.  Love is what transcends the mind and the mind made demons.

All you need is love.






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Great Titles by Dr. Michael Bernard Beckwith 
 

Life Visioning: A Four-Stage Evolutionary Journey to Live as Divine Love
Life Visioning

Spiritual Liberation: Fulfilling Your Soul's Potential
Spiritual Liberation

Inspirations Of The Heart
Inspirations of the Heart



Monday, December 6, 2010

My Truth, My Reality

You need only to claim the events of your life to make yourself
yours. When you truly possess all you have been and done, which
may take some time, you are fierce with reality.
– Florida Scott Maxwell




Taking responsibility is the key element to conscious creation in my opinion.  And it's the spot where many get stuck.

Many want to move forward and create wonderfully fulfilling things in their lives, not because they have the power to or because they long to create a peaceful, joyous, life, but because a collection of people in their lives have done "these" things to them and caused them "this" unhappiness and they deserve to be happy so they're asking God to undo the feelings that have been done to them.

That's not going to get you far.

How can one create now when they deny their creative power?  Because if you refuse to see how you created your past, you will never be able to create your future in a satisfactory way.  You'll always be depending on someone elses feelings or actions to guide your creation.

And that's not creating for yourself.  That's creating for them.

Now, before anyone sends me hate mail, let me say that I don't really believe that children "attract" abuse into their lives.  They don't CREATE abuse for themselves.

However.... speaking as someone who WAS abused as a child, I can tell you this; I would not... COULD NOT be THIS version of me without that period in my life.  I have come to embrace it.  I accept responsibility for it.  Not as its creator, but as the creator of the life which sprung from it.

I reached a point when I was about 20 when I realized that I didn't even know who I was.  I'd been so busy up until that point, thinking what they said I should and acting like they said I should and REacting like they said I should, I never took control of myself and acted in ways authentic to ME.

But I didn't even know what WAS authentic to me.  I'd never BEEN ME.  I'd been a "teen mother" and a "survivor of abuse" and a "rape victim" and a "big sister" and a "good daughter" and a "teen aged hooligan" and a "pot head" and a "partier" and a "hardass" and a text book case of the result of my abuse.  I was who they said I was.

Don't blame me for my life and my attitude.  I was abused as a child.

But one day it just suddenly became so clear to me.  You have to let GO.  You have to let the past BE in the past and stop choosing to relive it over and over.  You have a choice in what you think about.  You have control of yourself and your life and your attitude and your choices.  Failing to CHOOSE is still CHOOSING!

Being connected to everyone else in the Universe can make for some sticky manifestations sometimes.  Your creation, in my opinion, isn't so much about what happens to you, but more what you create FROM what happens to you.  Your creation is what a situation brings forth from you and who you become as a result of that stimuli.

From MY abuse, I created consciousness, compassion, empathy, understanding, love, authentic self, joy....

I send my "abuser" love anytime I think of him.  After all, if he HAD more love in HIS life, and had HE not been abused as a child, then he'd have had something more loving to give to me.  He blames.  He has accepted no responsibility for his past OR present, so his creation is a bit skewed and uncomfortable for him.

I feel sorry for him.  I wish for him, love.  I wish for him to realize his own power.  Someday, possibly not until his LAST day, he will realize his Self and I hope he finds peace in It.

This is my truth.  This is my reality.





Great Titles by Florida Scott Maxwell

The Measure of My DaysThe Flash-Point: A Play in Three Acts