A Time for Peeling away descriptions.
After my husband’s death, I feared to die alone., which shocked me. In the past, I have counseled others with this same apprehension. To discover it had taken over me left confusion. The damsel knew this dance, so led the way. The path of spiraling down became my journey. My road of choice took me into the alleys of sociopaths.
For six years, I watched myself, as I became a foreigner. Why did I pick men who would not support my vision? Why did I keep attracting those who offer zero safety?
In the law of attraction, we invite what is always on our mind. . Though I sought someone to save me, my thought form kept me in the victim and damsel role. The saboteur made sure I stayed on the right roads. To my surprise, my life reinforced the same avenues I had traveled before I met my late husband. How did this happen? As explain, the programming never shifted. What I didn’t realize when I met my husband I was not living from those patterns. The ones that my husband met had quieted the damsel briefly.
Who or what is controlling the damsel, was the million-dollar question, which began the peeling. As my spirit group started to help me understand the need for boundaries, the beliefs that governed the damsel appeared.
People pleasing, doormat, and the victim all aided my bottom line belief. I will not amount to anything. I will need someone to take care of me. Years this instituted my behaviors and my living conditions. It took me three years to recall this sentence. It has a way to hide, while my other traits kept me in line. I realized I wasn’t the victim. My parents passed down concepts given to them by their parents. I didn’t need to accept these as truth. Forgiveness and love would be the keys to transporting me out of those patterns.
Ho’oponopono would be the method I would use to obtain both forgiveness and love.