When I trace back beliefs, I often arrive at a quite basic underlying belief:
He doesn’t love me.
She doesn’t love me.
My body, the weather, life, God doesn’t love me.
My room (where I am staying) is cold. –> They should provide heat. –> They don’t care about me. –> They don’t love me.
Noticing their love for me (whether they know it or not), it takes the edge of whatever is going on for me. They may notice they love me or not, they may do something about the lack of heating or not, and I may do something about it. And all that is OK, when I notice their love for me, and my love for them.
I also notice something else related to this.
When I meet parts of me with rejection – whether they are emotions, fearful images and thoughts, or physical pain – these parts, given a voice, tell me they feel rejected, isolated, lost, unloved, and not at home. And I feel that way, since these are part of me.
When I notice this, and instead welcome these, thank them for protecting me, thank they for their love for me, then these feel welcomed, understood (to some extent), recognized for what they are (protection, innocence, devoted to me, loving me), and loved, to the extent they are. And I feel that way, since these are part of me.
– behind many beliefs – he/she/it (weather, life, god) doesn’t love me
– reject parts of me (emotions, fearful images/thoughts, physical pain etc.) – then they feel rejected, isolated, lost, unloved, not at home etc., and I feel the same
– when meet these, welcome, recognize their well intention (devotion, love) etc. – they feel welcomed, understood (to some extent), loved, at home, and I do the same