There is no Room for Regret in a Peaceful Life

DSCN3914I’m not sure why I needed guilt.
I’m thinking I used it to make me feel bad & behave.
I’m positive that throughout my life when I fostered feelings of guilt.
Those thoughts led me into places that were sad & forbidding.
I’m not sure why I needed guilt.

Guilt is solely a product of my imagination, my memories, my thinking.

That being said my acknowledging this has never ensured that the negativity I’m feeling in the moment will automatically disappear.  In fact in the early stages of understanding what exactly thought is, I felt pangs of guilt just for thinking I was still feeling guilty about my life & how I was handling it.    In the past guilt was there no matter what steps I took to understand why it surfaced.  Once I allowed healing life as I knew it changed.

I have two beautiful daughters.  Both were raised by me in unhealthy environments brought into existence because I decided that I always needed an unhealthy someone in my life, a man.  They both survived.  They survived my guilt ridden life while bringing into existence their own damaging feelings of guilt.

As a young adult my state of mind was stagnant and festered with guilt.  I tried desperately to pull myself away from feelings of worthlessness by drowning myself in a dark, abyss of alcohol and crazy men.  I was devoid of the ability to see where all my anguish came from confident it was those people who paraded through my life Hell bent on my destruction.  And still as I persisted to live in my created unhappiness, I felt guilty for the survival at all &, worse, for exposing my beautiful daughters to those awful thoughts I made real every day.

And yet we all survived.

It wasn’t until I spent more than six years working in a homeless shelter filled with men and women racked with regrets, remorse, self-loathing that I learned the truth about my constant companion, guilt.

I listened.   I was made to listen as I had placed myself in a position that required my rapt attention.  Day after day I would hear stories.  Over time hundreds of real stories of survival wrapped around feelings of guilt.  Immediately I was transported with them into lives that danced with anguish, hardships, disappointments, and perilous lives most beginning when they were children just learning what love meant.  I saw myself in their eyes, I felt my wounds in their scars and tears came unbidden as they cried over the choices that they had made to survive those awful days.

Over time I began to understand how I had manifested my own guilt to punish myself for choices I had made.  And I began to heal.

I began a shift of understanding as I coaxed these spiritual beings into peace of mind.

The walk I took while standing amongst these magnificent survivors helped me to realize one very important lesson:

We are all doing the best we can using only the information we give ourselves to make sense of our lives.  We do this every single moment via our own thought-filled creations.  And these thoughts we create are without significance until we consciously decide they do and then, we feel.  And at times we feel a lot!

If we had known there were better, healthier choices we would have made them.  It truly is that simple and there is no guilt in that.  There is no place for regret or remorse in “not knowing” and that path cannot be retaken for it exists only in our memories.

The fact that I survived at all, that any of us do, is a miracle all by itself.

I am proud that I survived a childhood of abuse.  I feel gratified that I fought off my own self-destructive behaviors following that childhood and I have, without hesitation, compassion for the person I was and love who I am today.

A friend once said to me, “No one wants to feel bad.  If they knew that they had a choice in that moment of distress they would certainly choose to feel differently.”  It took me a minute to hear what this meant as I was convinced someone was making a choice to hurt me.  But I listened.  I was made to listen as I understood Wisdom was speaking and so I learned again.

If we knew in those dark moments that we could feel differently, we would.  It is as simple and, sometimes because we hold on so tight to old behavior, as complicated as that.

“Negative thoughts are like scratches on a window: they stop you from seeing life with clarity.  When the negative thoughts cease, the scratches disappear and the window becomes crystal clear.  Then the beauty and positive aspects of life can be seen.”  The Missing Link by Sydney Banks

 We all have the ability to alleviate feelings of guilt and know we are always doing our level best.  Once we give ourselves permission to appreciate the truth of this we also begin to heal.

Guilt, in fact all feeling, is made real by a little unknown factor called Thought.  Once this is known we can all feel blessed to be part of the creation of its universe in a state of complete peace.

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About Marian

When I was barely three years old I was given to a step-mother by my father along with my five brothers and sisters. She brought into this new family her own two small children; the eight of us were all very young. My new mother along with my father decided how best to raise all of us; this included violent and abusive punishments and inappropriate ideas of right and wrong, including alcoholism and infidelity on my father’s part. My mother was particularly angry with me, I have no idea why but I made up that it’s because my father favored me over all the others, most importantly her own children. Whether this is the truth doesn’t really matter anymore as it was a long time ago. I left home the day after my eighteenth birthday which coincides with the last time she laid an abusive hand on me. Unfortunately, I took all the negative feelings I’d developed about myself based on my upbringing with me and proceeded to find and cultivate one bad and abusive relationship after another until, and without a another thought about it, I stopped the madness when I was about 35 years old. I’m now in my late 50’s with two grown daughters and four grandchildren. I have a degree in Social Work, I’m a certified teacher of The Three Principals, a counselor for victims and perpetrators of domestic violence and I worked more than seven years with homeless men and women diagnosed as severely mentally ill, addicts, and victims of every type of heinous crime against human beings. I’m married just over 21 years to a loving man who supports me emotionally and, now, financially. He believes I have a wonderful calming insight to share with others who are survivors of their lives just like me. That’s how I see myself now, a survivor of my own life. I will discuss empowering insights that were shared with me regarding how we innocently see the world and how we can easily choose to see and feel differently about everything. Not just everything around us but more importantly about who we are. We are all unknowingly living our lives as if there are no other choices. Yet daily deep within each of us we hope there’s something better and we spend countless hours looking for just that. I have a few ideas as to how you can let all the sadness, frustration and anger go allowing the essence of who you are take hold. My perspective is positive, my hope is boundless and my belief is secure. I listen without condemnation. I will always direct you back to where all emotional issues rest in a positive and compassionate way. There is no anger in me, I do not seek to avenge the past and I live now in this moment rejoicing that I exist today to enjoy the gifts I’ve been given. We are all powerful, unlimited and are creations of pure Love! Thank you for visiting with me, I truly hope you will find what you’re looking for and if not, let’s talk! Marian