Dedicated to Mothers Who Are No Longer with Us

In my last Intent posting I discussed the healing with my mother which was positive outcome after many years of friction.nnThe metaphysics of the relationship with my mother were obviously very karmic. My mother and my father were the perfect parents for me. Throughout my younger life the lack of connection with them was deeply wounding but it has led me to establish deep connections with many people and to be a healing presence for them.nnThe goal of the universe is that our birth families provide the “perfect” backdrop for the evolution of the soul. After her stroke my mother continued to live for another four years. We spent many happy times together. It took all that time for me to love and forgive her despite her human failings and lack of support or acknowledgement of my intuitive gifts. During that time as she was progressing on her spiritual journey, I was progressing on mine.nnMiraculously a book, The Evolution Angel by Doctor Michael Abrams came into my hands. A concept stood out in the book in Chapter 5 describing the fact that each person begs, yes begs, to be born. This idea that I had begged to be born of this woman, transported me to a deeper level of healing and appreciation with my mother.nnThe day I read that book, I decided to go to the nursing home and spend time with my mother a little differently. I would visit after dinner. I carefully brushed her dentures, washed her face and got her ready for bed. I made this into a spiritual practice; recognizing her role and for giving me life. Then we would do Vespers together. I took out her Bible, Hymnal and prayer book. We looked up the psalm of the day and my mother would read it. Then we would read the proscribed Bible passage and we marked favorite hymns and sang them together. It was an incredibly bonding time. I let my intuition lead me.nnWhen she died two weeks before her 88th birthday, my sister and I were by her side. The healing job was done - Mom and I were both at peace.nnIn reviewing this situation and now with the knowledge I currently possess I know that a large part of my mother’s personality peculiarities were hormonally related. She was a healthy vital woman who had a child, my younger brother, late in life at the age of 42. I remember a time while she and my father were living in India when she was rushed to the hospital late one night bleeding excessively. I realize now that this was a progesterone deficiency – a reason for heavy bleeding. When a woman is estrogen dominant and progesterone deficient, she can become anxious, bitchy, mean, and nasty. Through no fault of her own and a tragic medical oversight my mother’s symptoms were never treated.nnI hope that my story will help you to ponder your own life and your relationships, especially the one with your mother more deeply.