Ever since the retreat, where we focused on strengthening our connection to Jesus, He has been working beautiful and healing miracles in my mind and reflected in life. The recent satsang focusing on connecting to Jesus was really helpful in reinforcing this habit again.
I was guided to buy the children’s book, “Chip the Monk,” by Susan Sullivan, that Cate had shared with us. I brought it to my brother’s house, to read for my nephews last Friday. A short while after I read the book to the whole family who were all in the room, my 11 yr old nephew had an ego attack which ricocheted around to everyone in the room. I witnessed it all, sort of feeling immobile myself and just observing. He went to bed wailing quite loudly and we were all affected. It was hard to fall asleep and I kept praying over and over, “Above all else I want to see this differently.” I was adamant to stay close to Jesus and not believe what I was seeing or hearing. I knew I needed another way.
In the morning, I didn’t mention it to my brother, as I knew I would get guidance as to what to do. I knew to just be loving and not bring it up until I received guidance about it. The moment came when to talk with my nephew. I had some time with him in his bedroom, and I sat to ask him what he had felt last night. We used the book’s talking points, which outline the forgiveness process for kids, and adults for that matter. I asked him about the “trouble bubble” that had appeared in his mind and which he had given voice to ~ the word, “hate.” We had a heart to heart and I said I would talk to his parents too about it, which amazingly I did have the opportunity to do before having to leave at 1. I couldn’t imagine that I would have had the “courage” …well actually and more accurately ~ humility to do any of this just a month ago, but that there has been a shift in my mind, a healing that occurred last week or so ago. I also want to add that I was reminded yesterday while journaling, not to make the situation real. It came to me that there was nothing to fix, no sides to take, that the whole thing is part of a dream. That my own childhood and what I thought were its stories is part of a dream illusion. And then I heard in Myra’s recorded group we are only running from the Christ Self. We are only rejecting God when we believe these stories and what we see…and so what is there to do BUT forgive? For these images obviously are meaningless and have only one purpose, to hide from us who we really are and hence who our brother really is.