It’s what I had to do. I started 21 years ago. Unlearning everything taught and conditioned. Retraining myself, from a loving perspective, with my highest good in mind. @AmentiReAnkhet puts the process in words very well here.
“Re-parenting is the process of healing from childhood trauma & pain by intentionally making choices in your highest good.
In this thread are some tips to help re-parent yourself.
Discipline – Learn to say no to what doesn’t serve you Practice Letting Go Build a foundation of habits/rituals that help ground & stabilize your life Follow through on your plans & promises you make to yourself
Self-Care – Breathwork Meditation Journaling Proper Sleep Connect with Nature Conscious Awareness Practice Boundaries Focus on Nutrition Move your body
Joy – Listen to Music Help someone Do something spontaneous Get a New Hobby Create Human Connection Be more childlike
Tend to your hurts & wounds. Provide words of encouraging affirmations. Provide or not deprive yourself physical affection & touch. Hold self accountability. Be kind to yourself. Honor your feelings. Creating a structure, will make life easier & help you find your center.”
The more emotion you wrap a thought in, the more potency it has, the more powerful it becomes.
This is good when sending prayer to someone, it can bring healing. Especially when one petitions Creator or the angels to watch over someone.
This same technique is used intentionally by people. Some for good, for healing, others use it for chaos and destruction.
Unfortunately, most people have racing thoughts, out of control. And their emotional body is all jacked out of shape because they never learned how to breathe through adversity. So they’re out there throwing toxic thoughts wrapped up in chaotic energy, Willy-nilly, without even a consideration of their creations, the energetic mutations.
People actually do these things to the unsuspecting. And the unsuspecting blame God … When they see someone mentally challenged by it, they curse the cursed …. It’s a double whammy.
I’m not sorry for leaving them behind. I’ve had as much as I can stand, but I know Creator will give me just a bit more …
Cuz I am Love. And love heals in dark places. It’s why I’ve come, and taken the abuse. To bring Light and Love to toxic hearts. But often, they just chew me up and spit me out.
I’ll be so happy to return from whence I came. If you make it, then I’ll see you there, on the other side.
This is how people treat each other in this world. They lead you on, pretending to care, while harboring beliefs such as this, all so they can continue having access to the energy field and life of a person.
They wish to destroy others so they can feast on the pain energy of it. Some find it of great satisfaction to crush someone, especially if that someone is already experiencing challenges. “Kick them while they’re down” is some folks motto. It become easier to extract the vital force if a person is “damaged”.
The goal should be to lift each other, to be compassionate, kind and respectful. But there’s too much superiority and hate in the field of collective consciousness.
Really, I’d like to say F the world. I’m beyond procreating. I’m beyond the need for sex, or physical touch. I don’t need a hand to hold or a shoulder to cry on. It was denied me, I became accustomed to its absence.
Please do as he has done. Tell the truth about how you really feel, and if it sounds like this? Piss off.
I’m tired of liars and pretenders. I’m tired of those who withhold opportunity because of their misperceptions. I’m tired of all the judges and chiefs. I’m tired of feeding attention and energy into a system of folks who only wish to feast, rather than reciprocate, in a GOOD way.
I’m not accepting pain in exchange for my love any more. It simply has no value.
This is a statement from a “familiar enemy”. May he be blessed with opportunity to survive a broken mind and heart. May he learn the lesson of inner strength and fortitude as he navigates extreme challenge. May he learn to be compassionate and kind while the world hates him.
Folks who claim to know details of another’s life based on rumor and very limited knowledge are nothing more than an entity who speaks falsely against others. There is no value there. And if others jump on the train and feed into the imagined storyline, then that’s their choice, to use their creative energies to bring disruption and harm to another.
For so long (2 decades) my field of consciousness was viscously attacked. Voice to skull. Microwave tech that would leave my body quaking, spasming. My nervous system was always under fluctuation, the interferers really are very good at disrupting the “entire” system of the human being. Thank God for statute of limitations laws.
**There are layers of sound, of presence. The interferers with technology have inserted themselves, or attached themselves, to the inner portion of the field of consciousness. They slipped in between the human being, and their connections with spirit. Like a cookie sandwich. Or a parasite, leeching on consciousness, interfering with their tech so truest connection is hi-jacked, intercepted. Many will swear it’s the real deal, if it hadn’t almost killed them and discernment discovered. The new interferer is very good at mimicking what we wish to ‘hear’.**
It is so quiet, so calm and peaceful. Silent. People who haven’t been targeted don’t have any concept of the severity to these challenges. I wish them knowledge without the trauma. But that takes an open mind and heart, unfortunately, what seems fantastical to an uninitiated mind, cannot be fathomed simply by hearing someone else’s testimony.
I have been treated with such disrespect and disdain during my spiritual warfare. I know we will all get what we deserve, but I’ll tell you something … nothing hurts worse that “familiar-enemies” and their heart barbs.
You know the unfortunate thing … I know certain individuals in the current friend circle feel this way about me too.
Me and my “bad spirits”.
I’m tired boss. I’m tired of people who so proudly and surely call others broken while glorifying themselves. So firmly avowing their superior status. Gaslighting, to perfection.
Having one foot in spirit and one foot in 3D is hogwash to those without awareness. They call us “broken” because we see, hear, taste and feel things they cannot. It is difficult navigating all the new senses when they awaken, even more so with the cruelty of the blind and deaf.
Dear Heavenly Father, please remove from my presence all who cannot find respect in their hearts for others during their life mission and journey, who purposefully, and intentionally, are cruel minded toward others seen as ‘less than’.
And so begins the season of letting go, when Mother Nature shows us all, how it’s done. Let go, free yourself, shake it off, drop it, give way for the new. Create space for new thoughts, new ideas, new adventures and new connections, by shedding the dead weight you’ve been carrying around, for so long. And whilst you are there, being reborn and renewed, let go of old anxieties too. Let go of any doubts, fears or beliefs which no longer serve you well. Release bitterness or past hurts which feast on your beauty. Be brave, Don’t fear the nakedness as your leaves slip away. Mother Nature doesn’t, watch and learn.
Dr. Frank Mayfield was touring Tewksbury Institute when, on his way out, he accidentally collided with an elderly floor maid. To cover the awkward moment Dr. Mayfield started asking questions.
“How long have you worked here?”
“I’ve worked here almost since the place opened,”the maid replied.
“What can you tell me about the history of this place?” he asked.
“I don’t think I can tell you anything, but I could show you something.”
With that, she took his hand and led him down to the basement under the oldest section of the building. She pointed to one of what looked like small prison cells, their iron bars rusted with age, and said, “That’s the cage where they used to keep Annie Sullivan.”
“Who’s Annie?” the doctor asked.
“Annie was a young girl who was brought in here because she was incorrigible—nobody could do anything with her. She’d bite and scream and throw her food at people. The doctors and nurses couldn’t even examine her or anything. I’d see them trying with her spitting and scratching at them.
“I was only a few years younger than her myself and I used to think, ‘I sure would hate to be locked up in a cage like that.’ I wanted to help her, but I didn’t have any idea what I could do. I mean, if the doctors and nurses couldn’t help her, what could someone like me do?
“I didn’t know what else to do, so I just baked her some brownies one night after work. The next day I brought them in. I walked carefully to her cage and said, ‘Annie, I baked these brownies just for you. I’ll put them right here on the floor and you can come and get them if you want.’
“Then I got out of there just as fast as I could because I was afraid she might throw them at me. But she didn’t. She actually took the brownies and ate them. After that, she was just a little bit nicer to me when I was around. And sometimes I’d talk to her. Once, I even got her laughing.
One of the nurses noticed this and she told the doctor. They asked me if I’d help them with Annie. I said I would if I could. So that’s how it came about that. Every time they wanted to see Annie or examine her, I went into the cage first and explained and calmed her down and held her hand. This is how they discovered that Annie was almost blind.”
After they’d been working with her for about a year—and it was tough sledding with Annie—the Perkins institute for the Blind opened its doors. They were able to help her and she went on to study and she became a teacher herself.
Annie came back to the Tewksbury Institute to visit, and to see what she could do to help out. At first, the Director didn’t say anything and then he thought about a letter he’d just received. A man had written to him about his daughter. She was absolutely unruly—almost like an animal. She was blind and deaf as well as ‘deranged.’
He was at his wit’s end, but he didn’t want to put her in an asylum. So he wrote the Institute to ask if they knew of anyone who would come to his house and work with his daughter.
And that is how Annie Sullivan became the lifelong companion of Helen Keller.
When Helen Keller received the Nobel Prize, she was asked who had the greatest impact on her life and she said, “Annie Sullivan.”
But Annie said, “No, Helen. The woman who had the greatest influence on both our lives was a floor maid at the Tewksbury Institute.”
Some people have no idea what it means to hurt someone. They think because they didn’t slap them in the face or punch them in the guts, they did no harm.
Emotional and mental abuse creates trauma that must be worked through. A damaged spirit/soul/body complex can only heal if they do it intentionally, and revisiting wounds hurts real bad. This type of abuse literally alters the life path of another.
Some people have no idea what it means to hurt someone, painting themselves as a saint. Surely getting through the pearly gates.
They have to learn what it means to hurt someone. And that means they have to experience it first hand. And if they are already playing the victim, well, it’s gonna be a very rough, long hard road.
I hope they can persevere. And I hope they choose to become kind, rather than vengeful. I hope they learn patience, as so many of their targets had to, while being extremely challenged.
Some folks get cake the first half of life. They get glory, celebration, status and admiration.
Then the illusion dies, and people simply aren’t enamored any longer.
Some folks suffer real bad the first half of life. They wonder why life is so hard. They look around at others sucking on silver spoons.
Some get angry, bitter. They decide that to ‘take’ is the key. They make shady deals to get one up, only one…
Others sing the song of Patience. They don’t become bitter. They are faithful, that in the grand scheme of things, this will make sense. They remain open hearted to love, knowing it may hurt at some point … but ever faithful to love.
Some take. Some wait.
What do you think the actual Big Kahuna is going to say about all of it?
Not much, most likely. Just the facts, and the decree. It won’t be denied.
If you used to toss cigarette butts out onto the land (they don’t decompose) then spend time picking up the ones you see. Pick up as many as you think you threw out. Balance that shit.
If you’ve been opinionated and refused to ever hear or respect another’s perspective or ways, then make it an intentional point and effort to “listen” and to “hear” people, and do your best to see and hear from their perspective.
If you’ve lived a life of addictions … porn, gambling, drugs, alcohol, over-eating .. whatever, be intentional about bringing balance to one-sided and heavy situations.
Undo the negatives. Apologize. Be the bigger person. Let it go. The need to be right all the time.
Do you know why? Because an 8 year old’s tank was empty.
The boys had already started their school day at their desks and I was preparing to leave for work when I noticed my littlest standing in the bathroom wiping his face.
I paused at the door and asked if he was okay. He looked up with tears silently dripping and shook his head. When I questioned if something happened, again he shook his head.
So I sat on the side of the tub and pulled him in my lap. I told him sometimes our heart tanks feel empty and need to be refilled.
He cried into my chest and I held tight. I asked if he could feel my love filling him up? A nod, and tears stopped…
I waited a minute…
‘Has it reached your toes yet?’ He shook his head no…
‘Okay man. We will take as long as you need. Work doesn’t matter right now. School isn’t important either. This right here, is the most important thing today, okay? Filling you back to the top. Is that good?’ nods
One more minute… ‘Is your heart full of mamas love now?’ ‘Yeah…’ looks in his eyes I see it shining in there, you’re full to the top, and you’re smiling!
Y’all. You may not be 8- you may be 28, 38, 48 or whatever- but ALL of us run on empty just like he did. His weekend was so busy and so full and his little soul was just dry!!!
We all have to pause, and take a moment to refill with the good things. Scripture, prayer, sunshine, worship, song, laughter, friends, hugs. Refill your empty, or you’ll find those emotions (tears, anger, snappy words) overflowing with no reason why.
Take a moment. Refill. It’s the most important part of your day!
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