Connections are being made.
Coincidence that my card of Temperance was open in one of my threads on my phone?
Coincidence that I looked up Temperance after the three of swords was taken out of the deck?
There are no coincidences - Q
What is at the opposite pole of pain?
Is pain temporary?
Is pain an experience?
Experiences=growth
Mordo I feel like I would like to share a little more with you something about me.
My father rejects the true nature of me. I live in the Super Natural.
The multiple meanings of Super Natural applies to me.
My father beat the Super Natural out of me when I was a kid.
I have lived in fear my whole life until just recently.
I could have had it all in the matrix sense of the word. My father wanted me to live in his perception of me. He wanted to fix everything that he thought was wrong with me. He did this because he thought he was showing love for me. He has always had the perception that I wanted what he thought was best for me. He thinks he loves me. He had me under that illusion that he knows best.
My abuse was tricky. It was done when no one was around. He was a brown belt in karate and his hands were steel. I was an outlet for his anger and his envy for the spirit of life in me. We have very little in common. The interests we share together are his interests. He shows false support. His words of LOVE are empty.
He is happy with me when he feels like I listen to him and I am successful in the matrix. When I am the most successful in the matrix I have to live unnaturally with no abilities. I have to take on lucifers attributes and I dislike that. It goes against every bone in my body.
The day I was an anushole to my dad was the day I said no to living in my dad's perception any longer. After reading what you said to me Mordo I called him back and apologized. He softened but showed no support for the super natural in me.
My question to you is Mordo what should I do in this pickle that I am in.
How do I get my father to recognize and LISTEN and see me for who I truly am?
My inner illusionist was learned the first time I was beat by my father.
My illusionist showed up and consoled me and let me live a life of false perceptions. Is my illusionist a savior? Or did I give him credit for easing my pain?
I see my inner illusionist Mordo… Do you see yours?