Your open vulnerability continues to allow me to stretch my own mind and exercise what I have learned. Thank you. May I reflect back some thoughts?
This reminds me of the workbook lesson “Let me forget my brother’s past today”. So easily do we “look back” as the call from the past seems so much louder then the call of now. Why do we look back? Knowing that it keeps us in the spiral looping of this existence. It’s a tempting song or familiar feeling- choosing the familiar pain over the illusory joy and peace offered in the now moment. For me, I recognize my abuser and I feel a strange familiar false sense of safety. My mind looking for the familiar pattern. “Waiting in chains my own pardon on myself.” Yet I continue to do so from time to time-look back. Like when I was a kid driving away from a place and looking out the back window of the car every few seconds just to see if it was still in sight. My hope for us is that we grow content in our peace to eventually look back a little less and little less, until…
Thank you, brother Sean, for your humility, honesty and open heart. The pain we see out there is the pain of our own heart. We are all one in need of the same thing; The love of God and the love of each other. Thank you for all your contributions to the Sonship. I put them all in my heart bank.
You're welcome, Irene, and thank you for being here. That clarity - we all share the need for love - is so so important. I am getting better at remembering! Thank you for being here 🙏🙏
Our “beautiful burdened” parents. So young, so ignorant, so wounded themselves, acting out of ongoing collective ancestral pain. I wonder who they might have been had someone they counted on consoled them, held them close, pet them, looked into their eyes, told them everything would be all right.
I wonder this too and hold in hope that healing does not end with death but goes on, as if there is also some collective grace at work, however hard it is to notice or to hold.
Yes, someone needs to care in the midst of those who care not. I had such a person early in my adult life, although I do not and will not ever know her name. I thought she was perhaps an angel, appearing in the worst moments of my life. Can I too be such an angel? Is there someone near me who may be suffering? I think so. Perhaps it is someone on my street. Perhaps it is a stranger. All I know is to first seek an experience of God and then love my neighbor. Both activities take effort. I am willing. That's all I know today.
Thank you for this, Susan. This is my sense as well - seek God, love others. Trusting that process is the harder part for me, but I'm getting better. Thank you for being here 🙏🙏
Thank you for your willingness to bear your soul and be so vulnerable, Sean. It helps all of us be more honest and open about our struggles, and everyone has things they struggle with.
You're welcome, Glenda. I hear this. Sharing helps, saying it aloud helps, because once in a while we're heard - as you heard me in this little essay - and for a moment, we're not alone but walking with a friend. Thank you for being here 🙏
Sean - you have to remember and be thankful for all of the things that happened in the past because it made you the man you are today. You have found God and that is worth everything, including the experience of having to console and sooth yourself at that young, tender age. You learned something. You are luckier than most people alive because have questioned and found the bond that Jesus holds you tight with.
I had a terribly abused childhood.... for which I am thankful for because it got me searching at a young age. I have peace, much more than my father had on his death bed, so I am thankful to have had that experience and to learn the love of God.
Your open vulnerability continues to allow me to stretch my own mind and exercise what I have learned. Thank you. May I reflect back some thoughts?
This reminds me of the workbook lesson “Let me forget my brother’s past today”. So easily do we “look back” as the call from the past seems so much louder then the call of now. Why do we look back? Knowing that it keeps us in the spiral looping of this existence. It’s a tempting song or familiar feeling- choosing the familiar pain over the illusory joy and peace offered in the now moment. For me, I recognize my abuser and I feel a strange familiar false sense of safety. My mind looking for the familiar pattern. “Waiting in chains my own pardon on myself.” Yet I continue to do so from time to time-look back. Like when I was a kid driving away from a place and looking out the back window of the car every few seconds just to see if it was still in sight. My hope for us is that we grow content in our peace to eventually look back a little less and little less, until…
Thank you Kate - I appreciate this very much 🙏🙏
~ sean
Thank you, brother Sean, for your humility, honesty and open heart. The pain we see out there is the pain of our own heart. We are all one in need of the same thing; The love of God and the love of each other. Thank you for all your contributions to the Sonship. I put them all in my heart bank.
You're welcome, Irene, and thank you for being here. That clarity - we all share the need for love - is so so important. I am getting better at remembering! Thank you for being here 🙏🙏
~ Sean
Our “beautiful burdened” parents. So young, so ignorant, so wounded themselves, acting out of ongoing collective ancestral pain. I wonder who they might have been had someone they counted on consoled them, held them close, pet them, looked into their eyes, told them everything would be all right.
I wonder this too and hold in hope that healing does not end with death but goes on, as if there is also some collective grace at work, however hard it is to notice or to hold.
Yes, someone needs to care in the midst of those who care not. I had such a person early in my adult life, although I do not and will not ever know her name. I thought she was perhaps an angel, appearing in the worst moments of my life. Can I too be such an angel? Is there someone near me who may be suffering? I think so. Perhaps it is someone on my street. Perhaps it is a stranger. All I know is to first seek an experience of God and then love my neighbor. Both activities take effort. I am willing. That's all I know today.
Thank you for this, Susan. This is my sense as well - seek God, love others. Trusting that process is the harder part for me, but I'm getting better. Thank you for being here 🙏🙏
~ Sean
Thank you for your willingness to bear your soul and be so vulnerable, Sean. It helps all of us be more honest and open about our struggles, and everyone has things they struggle with.
You're welcome, Heidi - thank you for being here and sharing. I'm grateful 🙏🙏
~ Sean
🙏🙏🙏 Thank you for this, it helped me understand the aloneness I constantly feel within, even around like minded people.
You're welcome, Glenda. I hear this. Sharing helps, saying it aloud helps, because once in a while we're heard - as you heard me in this little essay - and for a moment, we're not alone but walking with a friend. Thank you for being here 🙏
~ Sean
Sean - you have to remember and be thankful for all of the things that happened in the past because it made you the man you are today. You have found God and that is worth everything, including the experience of having to console and sooth yourself at that young, tender age. You learned something. You are luckier than most people alive because have questioned and found the bond that Jesus holds you tight with.
I had a terribly abused childhood.... for which I am thankful for because it got me searching at a young age. I have peace, much more than my father had on his death bed, so I am thankful to have had that experience and to learn the love of God.