For as far as I can remember, I recognized my birth family as the path through which I came into the world. This awareness persisted, even while I got caught up in family drama and sibling dynamics. Most of my youth, however, I remember spending alone, in the woods, or with friends in the streets.
The older I got, the more I realized. My parents offered little in the way of forming family bonds. My father left after divorcing my mother when I was nine. After that, my mom focused on raising us. But also doing what she could to enjoy her life. That left me free to be with my Broader Perspective.
I bore no judgement for either parent’s behavior. I appreciate, even now, sacrifices my mom made for us. Or rather, actions she took out of her own sense of responsibility for bringing children into the world. Later, I understood massive conflicts pressuring my dad to divorce my mother…twice. But even before then, I knew my father’s choices had no bearing on my worth or my value.
The older I got, the less connected to my family I became. I remember one day, when in high school, my mother petitioned my Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps Commanding Officer (JROTC-CO) to talk me. He tried roping me into expectations most adopt about their families. That they’re precious. That parents should be respected and obeyed.
I wasn’t recalcitrant, or disobedient. I just knew myself as an independent entity. A being separate from those in my “family.” And my mom didn’t like that so much. I think she thought something was wrong with me.
Brush your shoulders off
So beliefs defining “family” weren’t all that sticky. Not for me anyway. I understood what my JROTC-CO said. Those beliefs played out plain as day in my friends’ families. It also was clear, however, that I had a choice. Adopting those beliefs as my own wasn’t mandatory, I knew. I listened to my mom and the JROTC-CO. But then I brushed what they said off my mental shoulders.
I felt no longing when away from siblings. Most of the time, I thought little about my brothers. Instead, I felt most connected to All That Is, even though I didn’t know that phrase. Clearly, for the young boy I was at the time, this was the real essence from which I essentially spring. These days, I know All That Is is the real origin from which we all spring…
So I benefited from choosing parents so confused in their own Belief Constellations they were too busy to push their beliefs on me so strongly they’d stick. But I get others choose families as entry points with very strong stories. Very strong, determined parents too. Parents who believe they know best. Parents eager to shape and control their kids into images they believe best for them. Even though we all come into the world with our own ideals, intentions and expectations about life. Ideals, intentions and expectations often directly opposed to those parents hold. Ideals, intentions and expectations that, in time, can help parents soften their fear-based need for rigid control of their children…
That is, if we live authentically and refuse to bend to their expectations. But not every child is up for that.
Serving from my unique perspective.
For those that are, ostracism or being disowned is a risk. But it’s only a risk to those who fear losing something.
But what is there to lose really?
Love? Where is the love in environments forcing you to be other than what we know we are? Love is unconditional. Parents willing to disown their child don’t display love. That’s coercion. Is belonging really worth giving up who we really are? I don’t think so, but many do. Many trade or bury their authenticity. Others don’t and pay what looks like a price. They get kicked out of home, beaten or shamed. But that price is not a price. It’s an investment that will pay hugely later.
Whether one chooses it on their own or it gets forced on them, there’s nothing like the liberation borne of being authentic. Even if it means “losing” one’s family. I’ve known this all along. My experience, admittedly, is rare. But I believe it was meant this way so I could offer this liberation message and others to those who need a hand up, out of the fear familial beliefs trigger.
I know the powerful, overwhelming love of my Broader Perspective, my Whole Self and my cadre. It’s from there that I offer all I do to those who read this. I do so expecting it will make a difference with my clients, specifically. But also positively effect all humanity.
I see that happening. And so I’m grateful.
Service through example
My satisfaction comes from realizing that enduring, eternal love springing from a conscious connection with my nonphysical family. It’s something I yearned for as a lad. Back then, I often cried to the night sky in my backyard, begging to return to the home from which I sprang. I knew it as a real place. A place I knew as pure joy and oneness, although those words pale as descriptors.
Now, however, I see I chose to come for specific objectives I’m now fulfilling. And the joy I feel growing ever-greater in me tells me my cadre is pleased. Pleased with who I am, what I am and what I am creating.
We come here, to this planet, this plane, on purpose. We come to offer more unto the Universe. My unique perspective is mine. So is yours. But the goal is the same. And that goal is born of our collective desire to joyfully know ourselves.
I do appreciate my parents for agreeing to be the conduit through which I pushed myself into physical reality. My appreciation for them is immense. But that appreciation can not match appreciation I feel for All That Is, my true mother, and my divine intelligence, my father. Both borne from within me and experienced by me, for me. My eternal satisfaction with this experience lies rooted in my eternal authenticity, expressed here and now, thereby creating more. The love I feel in return from those who support me from nonphysical is icing on the cake of eternal existence.