I had an event here in Texas that really upset me. Didn't know if it was a snub or communications just got mangled. I electronic messaged, I called, no response. I may never know exactly what happened. The more I thought about the more I could hear the drama engine chatter engage in my head trying to figure out the "why" of it all. I really hate looping drama thoughts. They haven't happened much since 2012, most of the time I'm pretty serene internally.
But it was useful in that I saw that I have these triggers in me or I wouldn't have become so upset. Some are worthiness triggers, some are validation triggers and the two are interrelated. It wasn't so much what happened as my reaction to it that bothered me. I shared a detailed version of this story with H and the rest of the crew (they were not involved), but I think I'll leave the private details out of this one. You never know who reads my blog.
I asked Source to see where this all got started and I saw some old memories between ages of 3-5. A time when kids see their parents as near gods and whatever they say must be true, except for "don't touch the hot stove", which we always had to prove to ourselves. I mean they are so tall at that age, the intimidation factor is great. I saw mostly scenes with my dad who was in the military and had some very strong opinions on a lot of things, and was very loud about them, and he thought debating was the same act as conversation. He didn't very much like a questioning precocious little boy with a smart mouth. I realized as a kid I yearned for my voice to be heard and validation as an intelligent human being. I don’t need to elaborate much on the details, we have old issues to address and release….
So I realized I’m the only one that can EVER reliably validate me. I am really the only one who can love me always. Others opinions will vary over time as they perceive me to be. Very few (at this moment on the planet) truly love unconditionally, and most of those (other than my daughter) I have met in the last 10 years. What others think of me really doesn’t matter.
The next morning I was shaving and got a clear image of my dad as he looked before the cancer. I'm not the greatest with verbal telepathy but I do get images quite clearly. And there he was bigger than life on that IMAX screen in my head! I said “come on dad that’s on old image… show your self!". I saw a young boy with strawberry blonde hair something like the young Oppie from The Andy Griffith show. My dad was communicating from his new body! I told him I knew where he was and he didn’t have show me the old body. I was told a few years ago he reincarnated near Tucson in his beloved Arizona. He smiled and seemed really happy to know that.