My mother died yesterday, after a long illness, and it has amplified a digestion process that has been going on for a while, probably my whole life.
We are all complex and layered, and so are our relationships.
I can find a deep gratitude for the support from my mother. She was almost always kind, loving, supportive, and encouraging.
I can find hurt from experiences with my mother.
I notice sadness for how her wounding played out during her life, and over the last months and years of her life.
I find sadness and grief for how and when her and mine wounding came between us.
I can find wounds and trauma in me passed on through my parents to me, and these are intergenerational and collective. I notice a freeze tendency in me as part of this.
I find a deep sense of love and connection when I see her healthy and whole side, and when I imagine her as healthy and whole.
I seem to connect with her now, as consciousness, everywhere, and as love and a loving presence.
I see her as consciousness, as I am and all beings are to themselves.
Mainly, there is a deep love for her – as whole, as presence, for her past human expression.
TRAUMA AND WOUNDS
We have trauma, wounds, reactivity, and so on, and some of us more than others. In my birth family, we have had our share.
Some of this have, at times, made my interaction and relationship with my mother difficult. In my case, it was the dynamics between her and my father that was challenging and that I felt got between us.
I put it between us because it’s all I knew to do. A part of me wanted to protect me by putting it between us, although I also was able to see through it and set it aside at different times.
OUR WHOLE AND HEALTHY EXPRESSION
Then there is who we are when we are whole and healthy. Nearly all of us have a whole and healthy side that comes out in some, or many, situations and relationships. My mother was always kind, encouraging, and supportive of me. (Apart from some stressful interactions in childhood that I can remember, but I assume I was difficult too.) It’s also easy to imagine how we would be if we were thoroughly whole and healthy at a human level. We know how that feels and looks.
OUR NATURE
To myself, I am consciousness, and the world as it appears to me happens within this awake space I am. Even more to the point, I am capacity for this consciousness and all it forms itself into.
I suspect it’s the same for all “conscious beings”. To themselves, they are like me, they are awake space for the world, and they are capacity for all of it.
To herself, my mother was – and still is – consciousness, whether the consciousness she is notices or not. She is like me. She was and is space for her world.
INTERGENERATIONAL AND COLLECTIVE TRAUMA
To swing back to the wounding and trauma…
It’s not all that personal, even if it plays itself out in our unique and personal lives.
Most or all of this is rooted in intergenerational and collective trauma and wounding. I know enough about my grandparents and their situation to see some of where the wounding of my parents came from, and that wounding was likely passed on through generations in different forms.
That wounding is rooted in collective wounding and trauma. It comes from our particular flavor of domination culture and how it has been expressed and lived through the generations. It goes all the way back to the agricultural revolution.
And really, it goes back even further, to our evolutionary past since the conditions for all of it to play itself out is built into us through evolution and biology.
MEMORY
My memory is here and now. It’s constructed here and now.
It’s far from a faithful reproduction of the past.
It’s colored by my mood, focus, biases, the orientation of others, and so on.
When we work on healing wounds and traumas, it’s natural to focus on the aspects of our history and relationships related to that. And yet, that’s just one part of the full picture. Often, it’s a relatively small – although significant – part.
When I remind myself of all the other parts of my history and relationships, it all looks quite different. It’s a tapestry of love, joys, affection, challenges, and – yes – some wounds and trauma too.
An important part of life – and the healing process – is to remember this fuller picture, this rich tapestry.
DIFFERENT ASPECTS AT DIFFERENT TIMES
In grief, as in life in general, different aspects come up at different times.
Grief over the loss of the person. Joyful memories. Sad memories. Regrets. Gratitude for connections, experiences, support, opportunities. Grief over what could have been, and wasn’t. Love. All as consciousness. And so on. It’s all part of the tapestry.
A MIRROR
The world is my mirror, and my parents and birth family are large part of that mirror.
I have explored it in many ways over the years, through just living my life and noticing, and also in a more structured way through inquiry (The Work of Byron Katie, Kiloby Inquiries), parts work (Big Mind process), therapy (Process Work), tonglen and ho’oponopono, and so on.
PRE-INCARNATION MEMORY & SENSING
Right now, I also notice a couple of central things in my life colors how I experience her transition.
As a young child, I had flashbacks to the time before this incarnation. All was consciousness, golden, infinite and indescribable love, infinite wisdom and knowing (I was kind of swimming in it, it wasn’t directly “my” wisdom and knowing), time passed very far away almost like a whisper, and there was a profound sense of being home – far beyond what home usually refers to.
I had a deep longing for something later in childhood, and I realize it very likely was for this. Later, I also realized that this was likely a flashback to the time between incarnations.
In my teens, I noticed I could see energies around living beings and objects, and also that I could sense and invite healing at a distance. This sensing has been amplified over the last years (through Vortex Healing classes), and I have sensed several I know who passed on. It’s interesting how, in each case, it was different. One was in turmoil for a day or so after dying. One was in deep relief and quiet joy. It’s also as if the layers soften and go one at a time, starting with the personality and personal orientations.
My experience of my mother is that she is everywhere, and she went through several phases already. Now, I notice mostly presence, curiosity, and a kind of support through that presence.
A SYNCHRONICITY
Last night, around 9pm, the electricity went in my parents’ house and neighborhood. I am staying in the house, and my parents are at a care home not far away. I knew that my mother was on the last few days or hours of her life, and felt that this is a synchronicity. The house where she had lived for most of her life, and where she had my father had put so much work into making it cozy and a work of art – filled with antiques and art – went dark, just as she died. As the electricity returned, I received a message from my brother saying that she had just passed.
A NOMADIC LIFE
For me, there is another side to this. I love community. I envisioned having children. I have wanted to live in a co-housing community or eco village since my teens. I loved it when I had an instant family of my own – with a girlfriend, (her) son, and dog – in my early twenties.
What unfolded was different. I have had a nomadic life. I make friends and find a community, and then go somewhere else. I have no children. How will my old age be? I still have some decades before then, but it’s something to keep in mind.