Pain Transfer 01/25/2012
 
A good reminder this evening how quickly and often unknowingly we can take on the pain of another; especially if we are a daughter and this is our mother and we are trying to lessen the burden.

A clear image of a woman being battered occurred in a session tonight. In the often less than linear world of energy/spirit/consiousness, it seemed this was an experience belonging to the woman on the the table. It was SO much part of her body. 

Generally, if the pain belongs to someone else, it sets up in different ways in the body. In my experience, it generally sits to the side or has the feeling of 'other'. However, this woman's physical and emotional body trauma was so present, so thick and full, I did not even think of it belonging to someone else and was hesitant to even bring it up though I was feeling guided to say something even if I stumbled o
n my words. There was also an element of ambivalence and confusion for me. I had no clear way to approach it and saw an immense wisdom and fight in this woman on the table and did not know how to best say what I was seeing without adding any coloration. I find myself, at times, knowing enough to trust what I am seeing without knowing all the facets of his shape.

But then I think that is the beauty of human experience and consciousness; not becoming trapped in the "knowing".

When I asked her about it, the dialogue soon explained that this physical pain was her mother's. 

So interesting.

I have felt a similar connected-trauma in another woman's foot. In that instance, it was her father's foot. It had a certain other but still so much hers; embodied in a way that pain does not often become if it is not our own.

The immense beauty, I think, of existence on this earth is the way in which we are all connected and by learning from each piece of the whole we unravel ourselves and vice versa.

In the end, there is no separation and no other and no reason not to love one another; the entire self. It is amazing how this often scares us. How interesting for us to be afraid of love; unconditional.

 


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