Lately, I’ve been contemplating what I call “The Divine Paradox.” These days, I often refer to it as “The Divine Joke,” as I imagine Spirit laughing at our puzzled faces upon realizing the greatest knowledge in the world.
Here’s how it all began…
I was sitting with a dear Sister of mine, when our conversation casually led to talking about our Mothers- hers in particular. She started to list qualities about her Mom that were less than favorable; qualities that one might place under the category of what makes a parent “not-so-good.” This is a common practice of many.
As if struck by lightening, I was hit by a bolt of question/ clarity content. I laughed and responded to my friend with wide eyes…
“It must be some sort of Divine Paradox, or perhaps a Divine Joke, that Spirit is playing on us where we feel our parents, and in particular our Mothers, must be perfect. And if they are not, we are quick to drag them to the fire. Isn’t it strange that if you were speaking to me of the shortcomings of a friend, you would adjust your behavior with this person by laughing off their flaws, creating a new boundary with them, letting go of your expectations, or maybe even cutting the cord. If you were okay with their behavior, you might even just let it go, and love and accept them just the way they are. Yet, in this case, as we sit and talk about these Women, we will not tolerate anything but perfection. And since, in the eyes of the Ego, this will never be, they must be terrible at what they are- they must be terrible Mothers.”
We both sat there puzzled and without answers. When I left, the nagging desire to answer this question burned in my Heart. “What is the role of the parent? How as children- and we are ALL children of Parents, how should we view our parents? How should they view us?”
Spirit had A LOT of explaining to do, as far as I was concerned!
In my own journey with my Parents, I had experienced ebbs and flows that I felt were repetitive and going nowhere. The story, MY Story, had become a hamster in the wheel that was never going to stop. I needed help.
About a week after this conversation took place, I received a book from and by a wonderful woman named Dea Smith entitled “Pigments of My Imagination.” (Fantastic quick read, I might add!) Imagine my surprise when I started reading it and realized it was mostly about her healing journey with (drum roll please)…. HER MOTHER!
And so I kept reading, drinking up everything the book had to say. And there it was. In the middle of the book in bold print. The answer to my burning questions. Spirit spoke to her, and this is what It said:
“There are no mothers and fathers, only brothers and sisters. If you seek unconditional love, turn to Me.”
BAM! There it was, there it is! There is so much in this simple statement. There is soooo much here. I haven’t even begun to fully process the magnitude of what this even means, but I do know that after reading this, I felt a burden lift off of my shoulders, slide down back and sink deep into the Earth. I felt the Mother take it, and I feel my Self transforming it. And I felt the urge to share. If felt more important than anything to share this statement with all of you.
The Course in Miracles states, “Do not forget that your healing is all this world is for.”
We are in this together, we will do this together. One by one, Sister to Sister, Sister to Brother, Daughter to Mother, Son to Father, Brother to Mother, Daughter to Father. We will do this together. We are all doing this NOW.
Blessings, Dear Ones.
~ Amy Jones