Before we heal our own trauma, we sometimes must let go of other people’s traumas that we carry. Right now, I am recovering from a mild concussion and whiplash. In dealing with these injuries, past traumas came knocking at my door. They, too wanted in. Me, me, each one cried. Remember me? Let me tell you how bad it was. And they were not even mine but those of other family members.
I decided to sit quietly and ponder the nature of these energies that were interfering with my ability to heal from my present challenge. When I got clear on the major ones, I spoke to the soul of each person who gave me his trauma intentionally or unintentionally. I offered it back to him or her and told her briefly why I wanted her to take it. It’s important that the person receive it willingly. Each one took his trauma and walked away. I felt relieved and light.
Here are some of the things I gave back:
- two huge black batteries that powered my mother’s hearing aids as a young woman (her auditory nerve was damaged after a surgery for which she sanctioned the doctors using an experimental anesthetic)
- a rope (my grandfather used to hang his son, my mother’s father, from his thumbs as a child to punish him)
- a strop (a thick leather barber strap which my mother’s father used regularly to beat her)
- a bottle of poison (my grandmother drank a potion to abort her baby, my father, which obviously didn’t work )