The Dark<–Speak Together–> The Light
The Light: Your mother’s hip. You. On it. Permanently. And women. Go!
The Dark: (I stepping down from her hip, this very day, after a life time energetically held frozen there by fear of her voice) (feet gently and firm on the linoleum kitchen floor at her feet).
Light: Always. Forever. (the Light speaks as though a haunting from behind a wall, reminding me of the lines of energy I just moved away from)
Dark: (Taking a first step on my own, at first slinking around as if under suspicion, but then circling outward concentrically, freer with each exploration, still held, but then wild, wild, floating arms, voice singing, laughing, screaming).
The vicinity of my mother is becoming less about “her” and more about the environment we both exist in.
(Flowers, white petals delicately appear on the space between her and myself)
I run with huge toothy smile all around, free.
Anger: You need a direction!
Archangel Michael: (holding space, governing all violent thoughts with his mere presence and awareness)
Chorus of Angels: All this would be normal if not for an abnormal mother!
Light: Are you ready to see about how your new perspective and position can change your approach to women?
Dark: (with certainty) Yes.
(Listening, receiving the underlying song of this dilemma): (Stiffening my posture) “I can do it for myself”
Light: Still that feels rigid, yes?
Dark: A J Millar (spiritual teacher of Divine Truth), expressed passionately the desire to remove the concept of “doing for” from our language.
Light: Yeah- all things have their function, but you see how mechanical it is, now, when doing is separate from the object. Being is removed from Doing when it is “for” something separate from it’s own inherent expression.
Dark: Hallelujah!
Light: What is “doing” anyway, but self expression in process of learning? There’s more, certainly, but being there.
Dark: Alright… alright… what about women? My approach to them? Before, it has been this underlying need to feel supported as I clung permanently to a woman’s hip.
Light: You see how you worked against that need by going above and beyond yourself in support of the women in your life.
Dark: Not that I’d remove my support… only… what is it now, that I walk away from my mother’s hip energetically, now, even with her voice threatening me that I’ll die “on my own,” that I’ll have no recourse to safety, I won’t be fed or protected or clothed or even loved… especially, I won’t ever be loved if I at once removed my infant self from her side.
Light: What is “doing for” in light of all of that? Was she doing for you? No. Barely. If you died, she would be accused, indicted, ostracized. What do you do, Jason? Don’t ask why. What do you do “with” women?
Jason: I love them.
Light: And if they want you to do something “for” them?
Dark: It feels usury, somehow.
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