I was sharing in Kathleen’s meditation group the other night that I’ve been “processing” (read: beating up on) my Dad for the past ten years and I still feel resentful and vengeful.
Every History or Sociology class I taught reified into my Father. Every villain I ever fought became my Father. I’ve grown up fighting my Father over and over again. And I’m still battling him.
I think that reflects two things. One, the incidents that spawned the hatred happened so very young – in the crib. Because I had excema, I was tied to the sides of the crib, wheeled into the kitchen, and left there to cry my eyes out. I probably hated my...+https://rayviolet.blogspot.com/2022/12/vasanas-run-deep-and-they-dont-run-deep.html
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