Tag: ignorance

  • Our Abusive Parents Loved Us.

    Tinogona, It is Achievable! Tererai Trent

    Sometimes it is hard to grasp the how or to figure out the way, but all that is needed is the faith in that it can happen.

    Surrendering the details up to the Universe and just keep our energy and focus and feeling in ‘it is achievable’ for Who is on our side.

    As I sit and begin to hear and know more of the abuse that is running rampant in families and how their legacy goes on for generation upon generation, I feel an overwhelming weight of not just turning one person, but their whole pathology.

    A child sits so young and malleable, so impressionable and is being taught the pedagogy of his ancestors most of which have suffered as he is, having been raised by adults who have failed to see their own pathology.

    To reach the child, it seems we have to sway the adult, to appeal to the wounded child within, to get the fearful hurt confused essence to hear our words.

    What I must remember, is that I heard… I was able to resonate with the words one brave little girl spoke, so perhaps, the children will lead this parade.

    Alice Miller speaks of an enlightened witness and the word enlightened means,

    1. rational: free of ignorance, prejudice, or superstition
    2. well informed: having a sound and open-minded understanding of all the facts, or based on such an understanding
    3. having achieved great spirituality: having achieved the realization of a spiritual or religious understanding.

    I love the first two meanings, for without them, you can’t achieve spiritual understanding, for I believe that real spirituality is having an open mind that understands all of the facts.

    Being an Enlightened Witness for a child means that you will report to the Authorities so that they can question the child. Sadly, our system is set up so that the child has to be the one to start this ball rolling, and perhaps it is they that are the strongest among us, the least ignorant to the lay of the land within their homes.

    By being a parent who is willing to say, that the legacy of abuse begins with me, is to free the child from having to point this out. Children are dying and suffering all to keep an image of a good parent, even when all evidence is to the contrary.

    It is achievable to stop the legacy of abuse, if we all stand up and speak the truth of what is going on in our homes, for the shame to fall upon the adults and leave the children to be free and innocent.

    As it stands now, the children are suffering silently due to the silence of so many knowing adults.

    What is your pathology? How was it being a child of your parents? However you were treated as a child, you will ‘naturally’ parent that way, for it was what was taught to you.

    In order to change this pathology, you have to see that the parents who raised you were wrong, they did not teach you love, they taught you evil.

    It is by becoming enlightened to the facts and by seeing the truth, which you can then stop this insidious disease.

    It is spread by ignorance alone…we simply were taught that our abusive parents loved us.

    It is achievable to know real love.

  • My words.

    Sometimes the ears we want to hear are not open. Sometimes the words we have to speak get stuck in our throats, sometimes we have to speak no matter what and sometimes become silent in knowing.

     

    I heard Oprah say that during Integration in the South, it was easier to overcome, because it was ignorance that directed the actions of the white, not hatred.

     

    Isn’t that interesting.

     

    I too feel the same way.  I guess if you are the one who feels the unfounded fears coming your way, you know the truth beyond their fears.  You know yourself.

     

    My family isn’t taking actions against me in hatred, but rather in ignorance.  They truly don’t know better.

     

    “Forgive them they know not what they do,” is a line that has kept me balanced. 

     

    It is so much easier to forgive ignorance.

     

    The forgiving is the easy part.  The desire to teach them, to open their eyes is like a thirst I can’t seem to quench.  I want so bad to stop the ignorance and all the suffering that tags along.

     

    They say, “Ignorance is bliss’ but not in this case.  It isn’t blissful to walk along amidst abuse, with a body and mind at battle, absent from your natural state.

     

    If I felt they were all rolling around in giggles with peace love and joy, I could walk away and let them be.   But even if they don’t outwardly show it, inside there is little peace.

    Peace is sometimes gotten from distractions, but it doesn’t tarry very long.  Love is something to grasp from another, not an item securely locked inside.  Joy comes in fleeting moments soon to slip away yet again. 

     

    Abused ignorance is not bliss.  It is hell we are taught to believe it isn’t. 

     

    How to reach them, teach them, nudge them into knowing, how to dispel years and years of fixed beliefs, how to rid them of anxiety that grows with leaps and bounds, how to save them from themselves?

     

    How to teach an unwilling student about a subject that all systems are programmed to run from, like turning around a magnet the resistance is so huge.

     

    Something within me desires to speak, to share my words, to continue to write about this, to make aware things they are unaware of, to continue to write in hopes that one day even one will have an ah ha moment.

     

    Words falling on deaf ears….does that make the words less truthful, less meaning full, less relevant?

     

    No wonder I could relate to Susan Boyle as being her opposite.  She opened her mouth and all took in her beautiful voice….It may be my words.

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