Kiss That Child
Image by Gabe Pierce
I believe Mother Love - holds the key to healing this world.
I had the most amazing meditation experience recently where I went off to the great beyond and was rewarded with a most profound takeaway. To be clear, most of my meditations are not this grand. In fact this one happened during an advanced training, and it definitely took on a very visual and esoteric nature. I want to clarify this for anyone thinking I must be quite a trip - or on one. I assure you I am a regular person who has been meditating pretty regularly for a couple of years now, and this particular experience was something unusual for me.
I found myself in an experiential art gallery that felt as real as if I had visited this place for the afternoon. It was so rich in detail that it imprinted a memory. To my knowledge, no such gallery exists, though it did feel true and makes me ponder its existence, on this or some other plane. The deeper I go with the study of consciousness, I learn that time space is an illusion and there are other dimensions where events may be occurring simultaneously. When looking through this mind-bending lens, I question if the gallery I visited either exists in another dimension, or perhaps its likeness will exist one day for all to visit.
What follows is my journal entry from the day I “visited” the art gallery. It left me contemplating the concept of motherhood and mother Earth.
“I opened the door on an art gallery. The gallery was filled with portraits and paintings of mothers and children throughout history. Mothers holding babes. Laughing with children, tenderly touching their faces, crying over them. A man is carrying an elderly woman. A mother is by a river with a basket on her arm, a baby in a sarong on her back. From the portrait gallery, a portal leads into a most fertile garden called the womb. It is rich with life and dampness and is encased in walls of greenery. There is a globe shaped fountain in its center. In the final room, there are artifacts carefully laid out, things like gardening gloves, an apron, a mixing bowl, rings in a dish, a piano, reading glasses, a book, all things that might conjure a loving mother. There is an experiential element that catches my breath and makes my heart soar and dip like a paper in the wind. When it’s your turn, you string beads with your life’s hurts and sorrows, then proceed to the balcony where you release one end and listen as the pearls cascade and ping to the “river” below, echoing against a sound of moving water. Hearts are projected upon the wall behind the river and the hearts stream upward. ”
Where did this imagery come from? It wasn’t mine. Perhaps it came from the Collective, or angels, or something beyond me to share a message that when we lay bare our unconscious wounds, it is the comfort of our inner parent we need the most for healing. Wisdom passed on from healers and shamans say that what we are actually experiencing is an ancient wound from the disconnection of our Mother Earth. Our culture has programmed us to be separated from each other and ourselves because the consumeristic society we live in needs us that way. By teaching us that we require things outside of ourselves in order to be whole, we compare ourselves and work hard in order to buy houses and cars and new furniture and clothes, the right hairstyle and then we are left to mourn the things we cannot change like the color of our skin or body type. Slick messaging from marketers not only understand the way the human brain works, but use the knowledge against us, keeping us searching for answers, and turning our needs to dependency and even addictions so salve our wounds. We stress, we overeat, overdrink, overspend, we do whatever we can do to not feel the feelings, thereby reinforcing our disconnection from ourselves and the natural world.
But here is a truth: You are enough, without all the things. You were once the focal point, the object of wonder! You came into this world with nothing and your baby essence was admired and appreciated just for being you. For every baby in this world, there are older, wiser humans admiring her. You didn’t have to do anything to earn adoration when you were born. You were enough. You are enough.
My sense is that we need to recapture our inner child and keep it at our core, and give ourselves permission to kiss our old wounds and scars. It doesn’t matter if our own parent wasn’t the parent we needed. When we feel harshness toward ourselves for any reason, we can choose to be the mother who sees only the innocence of her baby and show her pure love. Sure, we have all mucked up some things in our lives, but it’s OK. We are OK. Those are just events in the past. They are not who we are.
If you care to explore the concept of healing your inner child, consider starting with Dr. Nicole Lepera - The Holistic Psychologist. Try this guided meditation.
