Taking Care Of My Parents

The old idiom “caught between a rock and a hard place” couldn’t be more appropriate.

Everywhere you turn it looks as though the walls are crashing in around you.

No emergency exits. No doors. No windows. No safety release latches. No Help or Assistance.

It’s no wonder you’re cracking under the pressure of it all and wanting to go home.

And home is exactly where you need to be, at least for a little while.

While there is enormous multi-incarnational (past lives) residue playing out here, that is exactly the point, it’s unfinished business bleeding through into the present that is meant to be rebalanced, transmuted, transcended.

You can imagine how far you would get if every time you drove down the roadway your wheel alignment and balance was so askew that it continually caused your vehicle to severely pull to one side or the other.

The amount of energy it would take to keep your vehicle (aka vessel) from crossing the centerline causing a head on collision or veering into the ditch is unfathomable.

However, that is exactly what you have been doing for months now.

Exerting such tremendous energy, to avoid and avert this head on family collision has sent you to the hospital thirteen times.

It’s time your fellow clan folk figured a few things out for themselves. Mom, brothers, may we have a witness?

You’re not meant to “save everyone” at the expense of yourself and you’re certainly not meant to suffer any more than you have to learn and transcend the lessons you came here to experience.

Suffering is a natural result born from our innate fear and reluctance to overcome and release the lessons we chose to learn.

In your heart of hearts, your soul, you know what needs to happen, DO IT!

It’s solely your sense of obligation and fear of failure and judgment that keeps you from doing it.

Your lessons are not their lessons and vice versa.

If you’re mother isn’t willing to forgive your husband and allow him to assist you then that is her lesson and burden to shoulder, not yours.

If your brothers cannot discern the difference between selfishness and selflessness on their own accord, teach them by example.

In time everyone will either come to understand that they MUST make concessions for the greater good of the tribe or suffer in their own silent torment.

Concessions can be in the form of personal time and assistance to forgiveness and financial aid for home health care assistance and the like.

Your role, should you choose to accept it, is to make the difficult choice to free yourself from this self-imposed prison.

No one else will ever step up and do what they know to be right and just if you are forever enabling their poor behavior by continually picking up the broken pieces.

Lay them down and let the chips fall where they may.

I know this is difficult, to say the least, however, something’s got to give before you break, and it becomes too late.