The Holy Spirit Will Use Any Opportunity We Give Him to Teach Us Who We Truly Are
I thought I was just being hyper-focused on the puzzle, but the Holy Spirit was clearing my mind to bring revelation and comfort.
See, “I love my children in every way possible and I desire their happiness above all.”
That thought “just happened” to float into my consciousness as I was searching for those mysterious puzzle pieces.
“What if what makes them happy “for now” is a story about how inept you are at mothering so that they can comfort one another along this path of confusion? There is no reason to believe that they will understand the Atonement and Salvation in this lifetime.”
I thought about that, and I knew that this was “perfectly fine” with me. The timing of their awakening is not something that I need to be wrapped up in. They may have received that restoration of the Atonement previously and be one of those among us who simply volunteered to help those who still believe in separation or are attached to those addictions that manifest in our hallucinations of separation.
Maybe they came to perform these tasks so that “I” could have the opportunity to come to a realization that these things are not my responsibility.
A letting go of the egoic idea that I am responsible for others or their salvation. THIS IS GOD’S DOMAIN ONLY. ONLY HE PROVIDES for His Son in ALL WAYS and ALWAYS.
My “storyline” had a missing mother and being forced to accept someone as a mother, by the name anyway, before I was ready to do so in such a convoluted way that I had no mother. I may as well have been kept in a kennel like a dog because that was the treatment of my father towards me. I am speaking emotionally or psychologically here. My stepmother saw me through many childhood illnesses, and I am grateful for her care. (My little brother’s childhood was much worse than mine.)
I was “his daughter,” that property thing Jesus speaks of in A Course in Miracles, so no one dared say anything on my behalf without the fear of severe consequences of his volatile temper. I would see this and remember it, even as a small child.
Isn’t that what a mother does? Tell you that you can make it in this world and that father is always right?
This woman in my life made excuses for my dad and let me know that he was sick but that he was right. I learned to make excuses for everyone and hold myself to a rigid standard that could never be met.
I guess you could say that I never had a father figure truly. Maybe that is why I do not mind calling God Father.
Well, back to my epiphany, I had the peace of acceptance and the understanding that all was right with the world when I realized that it made perfect sense for my children to align this way.
How could they have done anything else?
Let me just place the caveat or disclaimer here that I could be interpreting everything different than they would. What matters though is how I choose to believe things are presenting themselves. It has actually been with greater clarity that I see “icky” things from people since I accepted the true forgiveness of the Atonement. I have to trust what the Spirit shows me to be my truth and to move forward in that. I see no other way to exist.
Do not confuse the peace I felt with this experience with the peace of the Atonement that knows God IS and that His Son is perfect as He was created eternally. This is the peace that passes understanding.
The peace I speak of here is acceptance of the storyline I find myself in and that those around me are in. That letting go of the need to have things be different than they are.
You see, as a child, I took upon myself the impossible task of never abandoning or betraying my children as I had been. These were impossible things in the first place because God IS, and betrayal and abandonment are not true concepts in His MInd where WE TRULY RESIDE.
I have held onto that “OATH” to myself as if it were a real part of me. Now I can see it for the BANNER that FEAR PLACED ON MY HEART as a child of form.
It has been the thorn of aggravation that I take with me when I see the kids. It is not their behavior that hurts me but my idea that I could perform some self-righteous, god-like, ego-centered heroic act that simply was not mine to perform. Nor was it anyone else’s responsibility to perform for me.
God ALONE holds that responsibility and IS that for me as my Creator and my Father.
I do not know if the words are able to paint a picture of what I am trying to convey that the Holy Spirit was finally able to get me to HEAR as I let “my” mind focus on finding a puzzle piece. But it was simple, surreal, subtle, and profound. It allowed me to smile when I think of the many costumes that my children have worn over the years and understand that they are experiencing that which they chose to face as challenges to get to the place where they know that God IS.
How could I be anything but delighted with how my life has played out? How could I do anything but rejoice in their presence however they present themselves at the moment?
Could I be more blessed? It truly is difficult to imagine!!!
Namaste, that which is Divine in me greets the Divine in you and celebrates our eternal union. 🙏
PS
This could be one of those experiences you just have to go through to understand. I don’t know. I do know that I feel incredible love for all that is but that does not mean that I can communicate with them without God as our telepathic airwave, mutually agreed upon energetic connection. lol
ARGH, disgusts me to have to add this!
Sex is NOT included in the love I feel toward my children.
Sex is an appetite brought on through the belief that separation is possible. And perpetuates the idea that we MUST be our own creator, thereby denying that God IS.
Think of it as any other untruth in egoland and utilize it or not according to your own understanding as you are guided by the Holy Spirit.
Till next time, God bless, debi.
