Life’s Challenges
From the moment I came into this world as a newborn, there was a question of life or death. Life was the answer. Human suffering including fear of death, disease, emotions, and caregiver burden followed.
I grew up with loving parents, who were immigrants, and 4 caring siblings in a poverty stricken home due to the challenges my father, and family, faced from disease. During WW11, my pregnant mother was hiding in the cellar in Germany while her own mother, my grandmother, was murdered. Later in life, she was the calmness in the midst of what I call a dis-ease crisis. As a young child I was the silent witness to human suffering mainly due to the GI bleeds my father faced, along with my mother’s endless ways of compassionate care in our family. My father would always bounce back with resilience only to experience human suffering again, and again. In dealing with the adversity of life, both had so much love and compassion there are no words to describe it.
During primary and secondary school I grew up very shy. There was a deep sadness, the fear of the death of my father, and yet so much love within me. I had often wondered why so many people would make such a huge issue in their lives over trivial things. It was usually over the behavior of others. After all, how terrible could it be? The issue was never a life or death situation.
As a young adult I became the wife of an amazing man and we became parents of 3 beautiful children. Two years after the birth of our first child, while pregnant with our second child, I had a dream that my mother, not my father, would die. Two weeks later my mother died instantly of a massive stroke. Not long after, our second child was born. A shift had occurred within me. It was the circle of life. Someone dies, my mother, therefore giving new life to another, my second child. Not necessarily in this way but you get my point. The body dies (death), the birth of a new body (life), the spirit remains. So by way of spirit we are unborn and undying. My fear of death had dissipated.
I became the primary caregiver of my father. Four years later I gave birth to our third child. During this time my life consisted of many roles which included a mommy to a new born and a daughter, an almost a full time caregiver, to my father. I developed hypothyroidism with barely enough energy to function, let alone think properly. I remember hanging onto the thought, one foot in front of the other, to get me through the day. Many times my emotions played out like a roller coaster with highs at my children’s birthday party and lows of going to ICU or emergency, on the same day, to advocate for my father. There were moments when I asked myself, who am I? Compassionate care continued for 11 years. In subtle ways, caregiver burden would try it’s best to overshadow me. Love and light would always drown out the darkness. Eventually my father’s physical body finally died after an 11 hour GI bleed. The death was a relief but not without divine gifts.
Divine Purpose
Whether or not I was aware that I was heading in the right direction, throughout the suffering, no matter how difficult, there was always a bright light guiding me. It was an inner knowing, beyond the rational mind, which continues to guide me today. It’s not about what I want to do in life but rather what I AM to do.
It’s about taking responsibility, and action, in what is emerging through my unique self to deliver the gifts, mainly from suffering, before leaving this three-dimensional realm. Gifts to help in the transformation of human consciousness.
If this speaks to you please make a conscious choice and join me to be your purpose while contributing your unique gift to the world for the betterment of humanity. I’ll teach you the tools to help you find and share your own unique gifts with the world. No experience necessary.
Om Shanti
From the moment I came into this world as a newborn, there was a question of life or death. Life was the answer. Human suffering including fear of death, disease, emotions, and caregiver burden followed.
I grew up with loving parents, who were immigrants, and 4 caring siblings in a poverty stricken home due to the challenges my father, and family, faced from disease. During WW11, my pregnant mother was hiding in the cellar in Germany while her own mother, my grandmother, was murdered. Later in life, she was the calmness in the midst of what I call a dis-ease crisis. As a young child I was the silent witness to human suffering mainly due to the GI bleeds my father faced, along with my mother’s endless ways of compassionate care in our family. My father would always bounce back with resilience only to experience human suffering again, and again. In dealing with the adversity of life, both had so much love and compassion there are no words to describe it.
During primary and secondary school I grew up very shy. There was a deep sadness, the fear of the death of my father, and yet so much love within me. I had often wondered why so many people would make such a huge issue in their lives over trivial things. It was usually over the behavior of others. After all, how terrible could it be? The issue was never a life or death situation.
As a young adult I became the wife of an amazing man and we became parents of 3 beautiful children. Two years after the birth of our first child, while pregnant with our second child, I had a dream that my mother, not my father, would die. Two weeks later my mother died instantly of a massive stroke. Not long after, our second child was born. A shift had occurred within me. It was the circle of life. Someone dies, my mother, therefore giving new life to another, my second child. Not necessarily in this way but you get my point. The body dies (death), the birth of a new body (life), the spirit remains. So by way of spirit we are unborn and undying. My fear of death had dissipated.
I became the primary caregiver of my father. Four years later I gave birth to our third child. During this time my life consisted of many roles which included a mommy to a new born and a daughter, an almost a full time caregiver, to my father. I developed hypothyroidism with barely enough energy to function, let alone think properly. I remember hanging onto the thought, one foot in front of the other, to get me through the day. Many times my emotions played out like a roller coaster with highs at my children’s birthday party and lows of going to ICU or emergency, on the same day, to advocate for my father. There were moments when I asked myself, who am I? Compassionate care continued for 11 years. In subtle ways, caregiver burden would try it’s best to overshadow me. Love and light would always drown out the darkness. Eventually my father’s physical body finally died after an 11 hour GI bleed. The death was a relief but not without divine gifts.
Divine Purpose
Whether or not I was aware that I was heading in the right direction, throughout the suffering, no matter how difficult, there was always a bright light guiding me. It was an inner knowing, beyond the rational mind, which continues to guide me today. It’s not about what I want to do in life but rather what I AM to do.
It’s about taking responsibility, and action, in what is emerging through my unique self to deliver the gifts, mainly from suffering, before leaving this three-dimensional realm. Gifts to help in the transformation of human consciousness.
If this speaks to you please make a conscious choice and join me to be your purpose while contributing your unique gift to the world for the betterment of humanity. I’ll teach you the tools to help you find and share your own unique gifts with the world. No experience necessary.
Om Shanti