Mental hospitals, prisons, and the graves of suicides, are filled with the betrayed. With those who got left out somehow. Those who were born into the light and found only darkness. Or found too little light to keep them going. Or didn’t have the tools to spark the flame of their own inner light.
For those of us outside of institutions who are dependent upon psycho-pharmacology, we are just as imprisoned.
I believe it all starts with the feeling of having been betrayed somehow. Maybe it’s by your parents. Or maybe it’s by the bank, or the government, or the system itself. Or your lover, your spouse, your child. The weather. TV. The media.
Whatever it is, it’s not the way you thought it would be. It’s not the way you expected it to be. You feel led up the garden path, as they say. Duped. Betrayed.
This is your wound. This is where it hurts. But there is another way. There is seeing the wound as a gateway. An opening. An opening into more Light. More understanding.
The other way is a path into hopeless or revenge. Into anger or destruction. Into more darkness.
My book, The Nancy Who Drew, The Memoir That Solved A Mystery, is the story of how I turned around my own experience of betrayal. It is the story of finding the sacred in the betrayal.
Through opening up my heart, and never losing hope, not completely.
Today I am beginning a new show on Blog Talk Radio on the theme of Sacred Betrayal, and finding the Blessing in the Wound. LINK TO SHOW
I cannot think of any more important topic than healing our wounds and letting go of everything that has held us back in any way, from being the true Divine selves that we are.
I begin, and will carry on with my theme of Sacred Betrayal, finding the Blessing in the Wound. We can go to all the healers we want, but in the end, we have to be willing to heal ourselves.
“What people actually need is not a tensionless state but rather the striving and struggling for some goal worthy of them.What they need is not the discharge of tension at any cost,but the call of a potential meaning waiting to be fulfilled by them.” Victor Frankl