[leejosepho]

It is easy for me to prove I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth, just a broken one made of rotten wood.
It is easy for me to prove my neurological makeup is atypical.
It is easy for me to prove my parents abused me in various ways.
It is easy for me to prove my parents neglected me in various ways.
It is easy for me to prove my parents failed me in various ways.
It is easy for me to prove some of my childhood playmates and schoolmates bullied me.
It is easy for me to prove some of my employers took advantage of me...

My proof? In 1977 I set a building on fire as a personal payback for something done to me, and my goal was to let the entire world know I was sick...sick of being abused, neglected, bullied and cheated.

Not wanting to go to prison, I contacted a local mental-health facility to ask whether they would/could help me with some kind of "temporary insanity" defense in relation to what I had done. They invited me to come for an evaluation and then followed that by saying they could not help me in court but that they might be able to help me in other ways...for see, they had heard me:

I was sick, and I was still spewing hatred and resentment that were killing me while the people people who had abused, neglected, bullied, cheated and even stolen from my heart were sleeping soundly.

Understand?

[Skeezyks]

[leejosepho]

I have only one eye that can read and I might be able to prove that is a doctor's fault, but today's mail brought a book with print that is large enough for me to easily read even with only one eye working well...

Most of us begin life with a total love for and acceptance of the world around us, but as we grow older we learn to constrict these feelings in response to the unpredictable experiences of life. We experience both good and bad, and the meaning of these experiences is not always clear to us. We get caught up in the daily game of scripting and role-playing. We dramatize our ego, which is the story of who we think we are. Our so-called business card is really our story card. The more we think that our story, accomplishments [or not], and recognition [or not] represent all that we are, the more we suffer...

"The End Of Suffering", page 6, Russell Targ and J.J. Hurtak, Ph.D.

[Gus1234U]

what a poignant and powerful insight, Leejosepho~!!

it took me many decades to understand that i am who I AM.
no one 'made me' this way, it is a self-made journey that i am on.

many people have found understanding and encouragement in the writings of such people as Eckhart Tolle and Pema Chodron, who are wise and compassionate writers of self-discovery~