Valentine’s Day was disappointing and illuminating. Twin made plans to have dinner with me and then showed up late because he was with another woman. I felt hurt. I shared that I felt hurt and sad, and he ignored me. I didn’t run from the pain. I didn’t hide in my mind or eat Ben and Jerry’s. I talked to my best friend about the same trigger surfacing again. She suggested that I needed to connect to my knower, my feelings, and work my way back in time to retrieve the memories and the years I had repressed. I asked her how to do that. She said I needed to get quiet for a least an hour before I tried to go into my feelings and retrieve memories…no electronics she said. Just let my thoughts come and observe them as the ego would fight to keep me from going into the pain. Then thank my ego, and let it help me find those memories in my soul. And so, that is what I did.
As soon as I got home from work, I let my daughter know that I was turning my phone off, so that I could do this memory retrieval. I ran a bath, and stayed in the bath for an hour and a half, while my ego tried to point the finger at twin and blame him for everything…anything my ego could think of to dissuade me from attempting to uncover my repressed memories and feelings that were attached to them. My ego repeatedly tried to convince me that this method would not work. Well, lo and behold, my bestie was right…it did work. First, I went back through 2017, memories of events I had forgotten came up…some positive and some negative. Then I scrolled back through the years, as she had suggested. I really struggled with 2015 and 2016 as I had experienced much suffering and confusion on my twin flame journey until I did Root Camp with Lee and Sherry in 2016. I asked my soul to guide me back to the memories that had resulted in the story I had told myself that twin kept mirroring back to me. At first, I felt nauseous. The intensity increased, and I thought I was literally going to vomit, and then there was an image that appeared of one of my father’s friends was sexually abusing my sister and I. I started to cry and cry, and I was so distraught because I couldn’t protect myself or my sister. I sat and cried for a while. I didn’t make the connection right away. The next day, as I was sharing my retrieved memory, I had an aha moment, as Oprah would say 🙂 That friend of my father’s disappeared from our lives. I figure that my father probably knew, and even if he did not, he failed to protect me. And then there was another one of his friends who had sexually abused me when I was the age of 3 to 4, until my parents found out. He committed suicide shortly after that. The story I told myself from these incidents was that my father didn’t choose me and he didn’t protect me…he chose his friends. This is the story I told myself about the masculine that kept getting mirrored back to me in my romantic relationships and by my twin flame: Men don’t choose me. They choose their friends, or their addictions…(my father is a workaholic) because I am not worth it, and I am not important.
Thank you Alicia Alderson at Living Colour Tattoo for the beautiful tattoo pictured below that you designed and did for me last September that symbolizes the transformation I have undergone on my blue ray twin flame journey.