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Soulbyte for Friday November 2, 2018

Let go of who you think you are and become your promised self. Set aside what you know about yourself and become your unknown self. You were born with an imprint and a core issue. The challenge is to move beyond it. Though it may permeate your life in memory and emotion let it not overwhelm you. Let it not smother you. Let it not hold you back any longer from emerging from its shadow into the light of new life. Yes, you were set up, but by your own soul, who loves you and gave you your challenges. And more than anything your soul wants you to challenge its authority and break away from what it has saddled you with and take yourself to a new level. That’s the real challenge. Soul imprint or not, you can change. Throw off the old inner voices that keep telling you what you can’t do and what you are not. Give yourself a new inner voice, with new words and new promises to keep. You have the power to change how you think about yourself,  what you say to yourself, and how you act. It’s time to embrace who you truly are. It’s your life after all.

-From the Soul Sisters, Jan & Jeanne

Soulbyte for Monday September 17, 2018

When you think you can’t do something, try again. When you feel limited, be open. When you find yourself stuck, free your mind of all thoughts. When you turn in an old direction, turn away and go in another. You are in control, but sometimes it isn’t control you need. Sometimes you just need the freedom to give yourself permission to let go of control, to free the mind and just be open. When you do that something new and different is bound to happen, perhaps even something seemingly magical. Give it a try and see what happens. You might just be pleasantly surprised at how easy it is!

From the Soul Sisters, Jan & Jeanne

Soulbyte for Monday September 10, 2018

Do not weep over what has passed, but do seek to understand it. Without resentment or regret seek to move on unencumbered by burdens of old. Let the old go so that you may fully embrace the new. Remember, so that you may be free. Be free to move on into new life and new adventures. Be free to find what you truly seek. Be free to let yourself just be. Be free in calmness. Be free in peace. Be free in love. Be free in life. What more do you really seek, except freedom that is meaningful and fulfilling? Freedom that is totally yours because you embraced it, worked for it, and achieved it through your own intent. Intend freedom.

-From the Soul Sisters, Jan & Jeanne

Soulbyte for Friday July 6, 2018

What are you carrying and why? What does not belong to you that you feel obligated to treasure and bear? What do you burden yourself with that was never yours to begin with? Free yourself by letting go of what does not belong to you, innerly and outerly, emotions and artifacts alike. Let go of what does not have meaning or value to you personally, and what belongs to someone else. It is not your responsibility to be the bearer of other people’s past selves or other people’s future selves. Let is all go and feel the wings of freedom emerge from your back where previously you carried all that stuff that did not belong to you. Ah! Freedom!
 
-From the Soul Sisters, Jan & Jeanne

No Blame

“[We] are in the world to train [our]selves to be unbiased witnesses, so as to understand the mystery of ourselves and relish the exultation of finding what we really are…” – don Juan Matus*

That anxious time of year again…

Every year since I was very little, probably before I started school, I attended the December birthday party of a girl I knew. Our mothers were friends. She did not live in my neighborhood but she did attend the same Catholic School I did.

A lot of kids got invited, girls from school and girls from her neighborhood. The basement rec room at her house was packed with kids, parents and siblings, grandparents and anyone else who showed up. It was always a big affair. There was a table for presents, another table for birthday cake and ice cream, drinks, plates, snacks, etc., pin the tail on the donkey on the wall, a semi circle of chairs upon which all the party goers sat to play the various guessing games that we played year after year, guessing how many marbles were in a jar, how many shoelaces in another, how many chocolate kisses in another, etc. My memories of these birthday parties were that they were anxious affairs.

Why such anxiety over a birthday party? Well, each year this same scenario played out: I’d get invited. On the day of the party I would get ready. Where was the present? There wasn’t one. My mother never provided me with a gift to bring to the party. Instead I’d make a card and 2 or 3 dollar bills would go into the card.

My mother did not drive so I would need to get a ride with another friend going to the party. There was one other girl in my neighborhood who usually attended the party too. Her mother, who also had seven kids, like mine, knew how to drive and never seemed to have a problem stuffing any number of kids into her car and driving wherever needed. I usually got a lift with this mother.

One year she forgot to pick me up. I waited a long time outside in the cold, standing in my driveway wondering where she was. I waited patiently, aware that this mother often ran behind schedule. I finally went inside to find out if my mother had indeed set up a ride for me. Just then the other mother drove up, greatly apologetic. They had headed off to the party only to realize they had forgotten me and then driven all the way back to get me.

I got into the car, clutching my homemade card and feeling bad for needing the ride, only to be greeted by my friend holding in her lap a big, beautifully wrapped gift with a pretty bow on it. I was immediately embarrassed. Why couldn’t my mother do something like that? I covered my meager card with my hands, wishing I had a better, more sensitive mother. Didn’t she know you brought gifts to a party? I don’t remember ever having brought a gift.

At the party, I snuck my card onto the table laden with gifts hoping that no one would notice. When present opening began I cringed, waiting for my card to be presented to the birthday girl, usually last, sometimes not even noticed. Sometimes I’d see it lying there on the table long after the presents had been opened, unseen. When the birthday girl did finally open my card she was always thrilled, “Yay! Money!” she’d say, with such enthusiasm I had to believe she meant it.

With the party over it was time to be anxious about getting home. I’d hope that the mother from my neighborhood remembered I was riding with her. One year she left without me and the party girl’s mom had to find me another ride. Another year I had to stay on for several hours for my father to pick me up on his way home from work.

I don’t blame my mother for any of this. She didn’t drive until I was much older and so it was necessary for us to depend on the kindness of our neighbors. I have so many memories of other people driving me places, even to the hospital in emergencies.  One time, when she was actually learning to drive, though I don’t think she had her license yet, my mother asked me to get into the car with her while she drove about 4 miles to the nearest little store to buy a few groceries.

She had me sit in the backseat with my littlest siblings while she bravely yet badly drove along the winding country roads to the store. She stalled the car, a stick shift, innumerable times, lurching down the road in gut-wrenching jolts, finally slamming on the brakes so hard as she arrived at the store that the car went into a long skid and we all went crashing to the floor. I remember thinking at the time—I was about 10 or 11—that when it came time for me to drive I would never drive like that!

When my mother did finally learn to drive she did so adequately enough, though she was a nervous driver and had numerous near misses. Several times while I was in the car with her she’d go off the shoulder on her side, veer over to the other lane, into oncoming traffic, and in just the last second somehow manage to swerve back into the right lane. “Well!” she’d say, and drive onward with a shake of her shoulders and a defiant aire.

One time she slammed on the brakes so hard I flew into the windshield and smashed it. I never knew why she’d done that, as we were about a quarter mile away from the car ahead of us. But this was the beginning of my ability to “see” and “know” things before they happened. I am convinced that this hard knock on the head activated my pineal gland and it has been active ever since.

As children we trust the adults in our lives to take care of us, to provide and teach us, to nurture and sustain us until we are ready to go off on our own. I vowed to myself quite often that I would do things differently from my mother, her bad driving and lack of party etiquette just two examples. But the truth was that for a long time I was depressed, felt deserted, abandoned, neglected by the mother I got, and I did blame her for a lot of things. Now I see the reality of her life, stuck in the country with a bunch of children, unable to drive and depressed, shy, and withdrawn herself. I have to admit, she did the best she could.

It wasn’t until I took responsibility for my own depression that things began to change. By taking on the challenges of my own life, I was able to release my mother from any blame and really go on to live my own life. And I discovered that: No Blame = Freedom. Freedom is truly releasing emotional attachment to what was, to what is. Freedom is pure acceptance of the truth, with judgments peeled away and lessons gained. Freedom carries no blame. Freedom is living as an “unbiased witness,” as don Juan suggests.

I learned how to do it right…

By the time I was in sixth grade there were no more big parties at my friend’s house. Instead there was a much smaller sleepover with just four girls that year. This was much more to my liking. The main point was to stay up all night. No problem, I couldn’t sleep anyway! Still anxious!

Oh, and at that party I brought a real gift, one I had paid for and wrapped myself, the kind of gift I knew you brought to a birthday party, tied in a big bow!


A blog by J. E. Ketchel, Author of The Recapitulation Diaries

*The Fire From Within by Carlos Castaneda, p 152