Mothers

Sometime in life, it takes a happening, or a traumatic event which happens to someone else for us to take a step back and look at ourselves more closely.

A friend recently went through the very traumatic exiting of her only son. This young man has expressed extreme negative emotions towards his mother which to me seemed a little excessive for what had actually transpired between the two of them over the course of time I have known them both.

It has made me look at the troubled relationship between myself and my own mother. How that has been a source of numerous problems and wounds for me. Sometimes I wonder "How extreme are my own actions or emotions against the person who gave birth to me?"

The problem here I think is we as a human species are way too attached to our mothers, yes that attachment is powerful, however our real mother (the goddess, the void) is where we really originate from. Not the person who held us in her body for nine months and gave birth to us (not to minimize such an amazing feat). At some point we have to take responsibility for ourselves and our own lives and not blame others (including our mother's) about what may or may not have transpired in our life due to what we believe is earlier unfair treatment. We are the master controller of our own destinies and govern what we do with our own potentials. That may sound funny coming from a psychic but outcomes are a result of certain behaviors and beliefs which are like hidden unseen arrows moving out from us long before our results come into being. The universal sends messages, happenings, mirrors to us along the way so we may make course corrections. Often the people we put powerful blame or negativity onto are our greatest teachers. That is just the place we are to look to for greater knowledge of ourselves to ourselves. Meditation is a great tool, but so is active engagement with this thing called life.

Many years ago, about 2 years prior to becoming a psychic, I had a vision after a particularly difficult visit with my parents. I was in the harbor of Nanaimo, British Columbia sitting on a ferry waiting to be transported to the mainland. I began weeping uncontrollably about my childhood, the still very present disharmony between myself and my parents. As I looked out the window, the sunlight sparkling on the ocean water dazzling my eyes, I heard a powerful voice coming from the water. "She is not your mother, I am your mother!"

I often go back to that day, that powerful vision that I received when those emotions come up about my mother. I grieve the human wounded child tears that I still possess, then I try to go forward and embrace that I am a timeless, precious child of the universe here to discover my potential and try to the best of my ability not to engage in the blame game.

My heart and prayers go out to everyone struggling with mothers and mothers with their children!