Naturally, birth leads to expansion of a divine connection between Mother and Child. The two grow, together, and apart in an ebb and flow. It’s a natural thing and just happens.
Developments happen. The brain develops. The body’s develop. And all those involved grow and develop naturally. In school children develop and learn. This happens with family as well. As we share and actually create the content of our story. Content is key. Without it? The unit, family cell, key players are malcontent. They lack content.
And what I am pointing at by using my own precious family to bring us all cerebral healing at the soul level is this, we were denied content for growth in many areas due to, my Adsense if you will. It’s not that I am so great. It’s that we all are great, but could see how great without my content which was basically cut off.
This one thing we do has altered our whole reality and many like Mama wait from the silence of their children’s footsteps. Sneaking up behind them and boo! Holding flowers as we make her laugh by the hours because the world supports birth and stops hating children and killing us and removing us like warts on our Mothers nose.
Who said I can’t home or go home? Who. I call you to come forward. You need to learn this and stop being ignorant you idea from Moses day. It’s a pattern we all can change in our minds. Just like I’ve changed in my own Mamas.
Adoption punished my own Mothers. It’s not natural. And was used in a sever case of psychosis. Back in the day Jews could not stand up to rulers. But this is America we’re rebellion is cool and useful if we use it to bring changes that matter.
Mama saw me as a mistake.
Then she saw her decision as a mistake.
Now she sees Adoption was a misstep.
A detour. That I was always gonna come back to her.
And she understand why. Because Mamas are crucial in evolution.
I’ve had to work hard to learn all my learning to bring back to My family unit.
It’s not that hard if we learn the lesson I’ve learned.
Patterns can be changed. We don’t have to keep doing it the same.
I’ve used my gripping and groaning to teach you my lessons for lack of my Mama.
Frustrations galore. Double time
Homework. Like a damn soldier I’ve marched alongside Jesus as I clung to his robes. As he’s walked me back to Mama and taught me what to say to the world about her.
The only shame in this truth was that Mama had to hide it for fear of retribution. Which I release from her. If I can forgive her. Then you better. Come hell or high water I stand up for my Mama.