the letters file....
About Inherited Karma
Family troubles run
in closed circles -- a very deep pool of woe.
This a gentle reminder to step-back and watch the movie, being the best
daughter to your mom and best niece to your aunt that you can be.
Yes, that is a mask. But that role-play will serve you well, a bit further
down the road because it is a mask of sacrifice. The one we are each called
to wear as we clean up ancestral karma, living out roles and woes that
aren't our own personal possessions.
Until we come to know that it isn't "us" that incarnates --
not Miss Jones or Mrs. Smith or your mom -- rather the unresolved karma
in the microcosm, we usually live through a filter of taking everything
personally. So we run, we jump, we pine, we cry and we long for freedom.
Then it dawns on us that all of that emoting just tightens the knots and
we suffocate slowly, crying tears at being held a prisoner to forces that
we sometimes don't understand.
So we have to remember what or who is behind every incarnation. And that
is God, Christ, Buddha or Dao. Name it as you will. The One Life stands
behind every single, living breathing form -- including mad mom's and
insane aunties. But have we have to look, peer so deeply beyond the vortex
of wounds and scars to see That. And once we see it, we can then begin
a true relationship -- the only one that heals and aids those around us
who suffer so horribly.
You and I were dealt similar hands, experientially. I didn't have a mother
either. She was a drunk, drug-addict. Missing-in-action most of life,
hidden away in the house, sleeping off the booze and narcotics. So I ran
and ran, always trying to find an escape route from her stinging criticisms
and screamed obscenities. Only to find that they took up residence inside
of me too (as my biological inheritance) and they continued to scream
and torment for years and years as voices or presence's that would arise
at the very moment when I most desperately needed a helping hand.
All of that prompted me to search for Truth, to understand. And when I
found it, it confirmed what was felt inside -- that my biological family
was a cesspool of infection. Each member inhabited by dark inner faces
that were unfeeling, cruel and very controlling. And then I looked around
and discovered that everyone else was similar -- infected with the very
same self-focussed disease, so to say.
Eventually, a time came when I returned home to care-take parents when
both were too ill to care for themselves or each other. It was a lonely
time, but allowed an opportunity to fulfill that filial obligation --
leaving no stone unturned to just be helpful, in spite of childhood drama.
Those who are sensitive and unafraid of truth have it within to clearly
see the karma you've been tasked to clean-up. It isn't your karma or your
mothers or your aunts or your fathers. It has been there since beginningless
time. Only now, twisted and knotted and a bit stronger as each and every
inhabitant in their microcosms have embellished the primal karmic knot
with their own mis-creations.
Here is where we must 'walk the talk' -- taking everything we've learned
and putting it into daily practice and action. It has to do with our focus
and where we identify as selves. Since we are not the karmic inheritance,
none of this is about us personally. Simply said,
we are maids in the Temple of Life, the brooms that sweep the floor. So
we sweep whatever is put before us, all the while, keeping our focus vertically
aligned to the Dao. We don't rest upon a lesser deity or name, even tho'
they might arise up in our consciousness. We peer deeply, past and through
them to what stands behind their presence, too. Like an arrow, shot straight
to the heavens, we go directly to the One Life that is nameless. And through
such repeated activity, our sweeping work becomes a holy service -- consecrated
or given up to God.
We sweep up the litter others' scatter about and burn it. We polish what
can be polished. We wash what can be washed. And we wait for the One Life
to tell us when that particular period of labor is over and we are free
to move on to something else, that is also service to every single microcosm
in the omni-verse. As long as there is a true need in a sewer pool, such
as the familial one you are in, God/Christ will place a servant there
to clean-up what others can't. He will always place a lamp in the places
of deepest darkness.
So it is very important to re-member [unto] God as best you can -- through
meditation, regaining your center, being mindful. I say this as your friend
because sadly, without the 'reality checks' of frank communion with spiritual
kin, we can easily become saturated from the pool we've been cast into
and forget and forget until one day, 24 hours has gone by and we haven't
given God's Will and Plan a single thought.
of a Yogi tells the beautiful story of karmic clean-up. And when we
apply that wisdom to situations, such as you find yourself in now, we
can begin to follow the instructions of the Tao Te Ching: "Let
the Dao do the work". When we peer deeply enough to see the Dao
behind everything and everyone, we can then get out of the way, trusting
IT to go where It needs to go and we to follow as simple servants.
You've probably figured out that the One Life allows itself to be imprisoned
inside infected microcosms. It sacrifices its natural freedom for one
purpose -- to liberate the residents in the microcosmic 'inns', dissolve
the karmic knots so that all can enjoy the genuine freedom of Spirit.
And yes, the contrast of our memories of other worlds and other realms
where such concentrated darkness is not prevalent is painful if we keep
returning to memory as our support and sustenance. So part of the sacrifice
is to give up those contrasts and memories to God or Dao or Buddha as
those are just glimpses into the Infinite One Life that is omni-present,
evenly distributed. Because everytime we go there -- to the memories of
more rarefied spheres, we usually are grasping and floundering in the
cesspool here for anything to ameliorate the sense of worldly suffering
when what we really need is Divine Apathy that can only come from genuine
Trust in God. When we surrender familial karma to what can genuinely dissolve
it, then -- and only then -- can we serve as God's maid.
Trust God with all outcomes. Only He can resolve the family karma. All
you can do is seek His Will and heed intuitive prompting. Let provocative
words fall where they may, if that is what is genuinely prompted in the
moment. The habit of lying -- false flattery -- has to die in order for
self-honesty to take root in worldly humanity. And only the strong are
given brooms with sharp points that can provoke a soul enough to stir
from its slumber. I have a wise friend who says if we are not making at
least one enemy each day, we aren't doing our job. So tell the critical
goblins to take a hike and stand tall and firm as the lamp that will,
at first, frighten those who have grown so accustomed to blindness. Every
soul already has whatever is needed to complete the mandatory maid duty
because no one is ever parachuted into pools of karmic woe without a broom.