{{{{{HUGS!!!!!!}}}}} to you too!

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My Heart is with you…being a Mother is one of the hardest roles I know.

First, there is nurturing and protecting our ‘human’ child over the years until they grow up. Like Momma birds spending all day gathering worms and flying them back to the nest. Where *squawk squawk squawk* every single chick in the nest competes for the worm. Then back momma bird goes to hunt for worms again.

I watched them and noticed them throughout my days last spring. Especially as there was a nest of them in the eaves of my attic, right over my bedroom window. Those birds wake up EARLY with their squawking!

ALL day long, back and forth, back and forth, the momma bird flew and the squawking NEVER ceased. Until the day came to kick them out of the nest. So they could discover the Joy of their own nature. Just imagine being a bird and not knowing we can fly.

Thinking about how those young birds must feel when Momma starts pushing them out of the nest reminded me of my daughter’s first day of school. Oh boy, she did not want to go!

I even took a picture of her posing outside the school. She looks like she’s facing a firing squad.
But at the end of the day she came home happy and excited.

In my family, my brother and sister never had to deal with any of the consequences of their decisions. So neither one of them ever had any inspiration or motivation to learn how to make wise ones. Or to discover along the way they could. And that self discovery really IS the important part.

Because Self Respect comes with it.

My husband shared with me how it was with him for his first child. The only way he could make peace with himself was to remember his child was a child of God, 1st. And in that moment, was both his hope and his surrender to “let go and let God”.

That same Spirit of Life is within our children, just as it is within each and every single one of us.

Between my brother and sister, my sister, the one that grew up with Smother & Father considering her witless and incapable, has been independent and self reliant. For 6-7 years at least, which is far more then our parents ever thought she could do. She also has her own life. For the very 1st time in her life. And she waited 52 years for the chance.

There is a saying, “The Lord helps those who help themselves.” It points to Compassion but not Sympathy. The difference between the two is that Compassion is when we claim responsibility and endeavor to learn some discipline. Of course, we aren’t always successful at it. Just like when we begin to walk, we toddle and stumble. But at least we are making attempts.

When we aren’t making any attempts, then that is what Sympathy is all about. “Carry me.”

Our economy is in a state of meltdown right now based on thinking we should be free to do whatever we will, and someone else should pay the costs.

A lot of our children have been programmed to use the “nag factor”. That means they will keep whining and complaining until we finally give in to whatever they want just to shut them up. I see a lot of products’ advertisements specifically aimed at encouraging this “nag factor”.

It doesn’t work around here and I bristle at the ads portrayal of parents. If and when my kids ever asked me again, for what I had already answered them on before, ie. the ‘nagging’, my response was either

#1 What is it about my answer you did not understand, the “n” or the “o”?

or

#2 What was it about my first answer you do not Respect?”

Either way, they find themselves cornered.

We have to disconnect our emotional umbilical cords sometime, otherwise, we never know what Freedom genuinely Is. Try this, IMAGINE your child’s emotional umbilical cord becoming unattached to you and attached to their own Soul.

Whatever encouragement, inspiration or motivation we can give, to look inward rather then outward, is ALL our Hopes at this moment. Our Hero is within!

{{{{{HUGS!!!!!!}}}}}

I am not quite sure I even grasped all of them, but I did understand a lot of it.

I recently decided to remove myself from some negative energies..one is my own beloved child.

This paragraph in particular hit home with me:

“Of course I CARE but I’m not in charge. You are. And if your own life isn’t worth your own effort when it comes to surviving, then what makes you think it is worth mine? What makes my life worth less then yours? Nothing, that’s what. I love life. I cherish it. So much that I’m not about to throw mine away on someone who has none. Your life is your own. Go ahead and trash it. Throw it away. Just don’t expect me to trash mine, in any attempts to save you from yourself.”

Do you mind if I copy it to remind myself (giving you credit, of course) that the choice is my child’s not mine. I SO need peace of heart, and I am starting to see glimmers of hope.

I am glad I found my way here…thank you.

Good energies and peace of heart to you.

We’re all *silly* or have been *silly*

Ever heard of “lemmings”?

Set a *new* style and we can count on masses following, just because they don’t want to be left out.

Gee…I really didn’t realize how much I was ‘in style’ wearing my old blue jeans with holes and paint all over them until I walked into a store and saw *new* jeans coming out with the holes and paint splatters already built in.

{{{{{Hugs}}}}} It is my Pleasure and I thank you in Appreciation for the Honor.

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{{{{Simon}}}}… you get {{{{More Hugs}}}} too!

You know the ole’ saying “putting our horse before our cart”, well…

now that we understand about the Law of Attraction and the bit about ‘reaping what we sow’ is sinking in…,

isn’t what we’ve been doing more along the lines of putting the horse BEHIND the cart. We end up chasing the cart all over the place that way, trying to get it to move in the direction we intended.

“Put horse before cart.”

Does it make you feel sort of silly, too?

You say: “what I’m doing, is ignoring what is thought of me or felt about me”. When I look back, I see that I was blogging about the importance of that almost two years ago – and yet I find it *so* hard to feel that way in practice. It seems like the hardest change to make – well, today anyway! It is so instilled in us to values ourselves by other people’s opinions of us.

Wow, Angels deliver when you ask. I have been engulfed in messages to awaken, yours is just one, you delivered so much in the first few lines, I need to breath and read the rest. Needed to rush out and say thanks first!

You’re on your way right now, as are many of us throughout out world. This change is coming in on a quantum level, from our ‘insides’, not the outside.

“Compassion” is our fuel, for the goal is for all of us to feel LOVED and the pattern we’ve been taught doesn’t accomplish this.

My smother was a wonderful woman. There was no reason for her to doubt whether she was a “good” person or a “good” mother, except for all the conditions she had been taught. And my brother, well…, his fuel is also to feel Loved. He merely got the wrong ideas in his head what “Love” is and was all about. He was loved dearly and is now, but unable to recognize it because of what he had been taught.

“Compassion” I say because if I truly identify with another’s yearning and need to feel Loved, then I’m going to share with them that “their feelings are THEIRS”: results of the ideas knocking around inside their heads and offer another way of looking at things. Because so long as we don’t realize this, all the negative emotions that bring us down will continue, no matter how many feed our dependency.

The question is never if other people love us, it is if we love ourselves. So long as we don’t, it acts like a hairball caught in a sink. No matter how much water is poured down that sink, none is going to get through the pipes.

I’m considered *mean* because I don’t feed these patterns. But what I’m doing, is ignoring what is thought of me or felt about me, in favor of a goal of empowering others. “Your sink is clogged”. Because only we can remove our own hairballs.

For me to think that I have had anything to do with how someone else feels, which is what guilt trips and blame are all about, would be for me to assume powers over another that I don’t have. And that would be both arrogant and disrespectful of me, as well as, an illusion.

I can “inspire” and that’s about it.

The way we treat our earth and the resources on it, are a mirror of this relationship of sucking. The native people’s didn’t act this way. There was respect and reverence for ‘mother’. Yes, “mother” nurtures us but she needs to be respected.

All we have to do is “just say *know*”.

Know that we are Stewards of Life, not its owner.

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