The crowded boat because we tend to make things worse for one another. Our influence upon those we are charged with rearing is usually one which produces the perpetuation of restrictions. We handicap our children. A boat full of assessors, critics, implanting the background voice of the critic in the mind of our offspring.
There is a comment here in this post which I wish for you to read. It is a comment I wrote to a post posted by a wonderful blogger. Wonderful because within the posts written by this person you find clear cut requests for help, clues to what the burden is undergone, endured, self enforced.
What a wonderful thing the blogging world is. A place where you get a chance to heal, and not that healing is always the case.
Lots of times all that is accomplished are extenuations. Prolonged continued practices which serve to give credentials, justifying the sustained belief structure even though it is essentially flawed and self destructive. Perpetuation of the same curse. Masked and sustained by the instant gratification produced by intermingling with others who also require significance, value.
What I loved about this one individual’s posts is the ability to portray self with openness. Sincerity. Of course me being Miguel, immediately I am summoned to help, aid.
Time, we all need time to heal, patience. Healing is not magical, instead it is powerful, and that’s when God steps into the picture, as He is power itself, just as He is Love. Yes of course from us, Faith is demanded. Because Faith/Trust was the area in which our progenitor failed. The Will in Adam had to see something which Faith possessed, that indefinable something which held promise, but Adam slept on it. And so missing the mark, not trusting by a demonstration of obedience, seeing as this was the beginning of mankind, monstrously eternal, immemorial, the Life of God was lost to mankind. Then, at that time, but not forever. There would be a 2nd Adam. The Christ.
Now mark you (listen), as to the comment below…..
The person’s post was about Melancholia, about Disassociation.
The first thing you will read in my comment is a quote out of the actual post. A excerpt from the post. Which excerpt was implemented to give air to a wish by the person for better social skills, how to react, respond, fall into place, step.
It will be a bit hard going for you yet profitable if you put on your thinking cap and try to follow the context.
I know that this not being a continuous sharing, IE A half way decently rounded post but a fuse between someone else’s post and a observation, might leave a lot unsaid, but this is supposed to be thought provoking. Let’s see if you are up to it, just put yourself, your life in the place of the individual.
The comment begins below……..
“….a greater development of emotional growth.” Clearly the implanted product of indoctrination; The Critic, the self assessor demanding a better performance yet needing to fulfill the drama of chastiser.
Pure indoctrination, conditioning, left in the hands of those who would rear us, those who have been poisoned just like us. Human frailty. Holding out the promise of “Security”. Stability yet at the price of a fractured emotional Psyche. The perpetuation of a practice which amounts to drama.
A drama which fulfills a sense of comfort, security, insures the illusion that one is “loved”. Primarily and essentially that “I am lovable”, sacrificing deliverance, the uninhibited creative person within for the illusion. We make a big thing out of “it” (that indoctrinated security) yet we can only reach, touch the moon when we see it for what it is “Inconsequential”, merely a drama designated by self to self for the purpose of keeping alive the unnecessary; Wanting to believe that we are lovable. That’s when we are set free, when we realize it is not crucial to believe that we are lovable but to believe instead that we are Loved, it is God who Loves us in truth. Others suffer the same affliction as us, running scared, needing to recognize that we are Loved, there is some one who Loves us and it isn’t our fellow sufferer, but the God of Creation. This is when Life begins, and this is not religion. No, it is Life.
This is not positive thinking this instead is Faith, Trust, and the beginning of Love.
Sorry but its been a long time coming.
I myself can only Love if God is in it. This is my experience.
I wish it for you.
By now you should know that I am sincerely concerned. Good intentions.
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If you have made any calculations, extrapolations from this comment above please say them in the comments below (talk to me). Thanks for the visit, I can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org or on Face Book as Miguel Angel Oquendo (“Micke” of Huachuca City, Az.)
Also these very reliable men might be near your area; Reverend Angel L. Oquendo (my Brother) at MinisterioAPG (Pembroke Pines Florida) on face book (Spanish and English), or Reverend Bob Schembre on face book also (Missouri)