Send Them Blessings All

A train of thought that barreled down on me in another room has reached into the universe and returned with a book (a birthday gift.)A Short History of Misogyny - The World’s Oldest Prejudice by Jack Holland.

For the longest time I couldn’t and didn’t watch or read the news. News programming came back into my life in a way that was beyond my control and required that I find acceptance and work with the lesson, not lament it. In my little world I can usually look deeper when I see drunkenness or violence and connect with love. I was at a loss as to how to do the same with the barrage of inhuman behaviors that are another form of assault when we tune into regular media coverage of world events. It was news of Canadian soldiers dying in the war in Afghanistan that I was cringing away from when I heard my inner Voice say clearly, “send them blessings all”. Using those words as my focus I was able to sit through that news story without bolting from the room.

Since then, I pray with the news. I rarely sit through a whole news broadcast but I will purposely watch what I found abhorrent not long ago. Where news of violence toward women, or children killing children had triggered waves of empathy in me before, now I find I can sustain those waves of love toward the offender as well. I watch only as long as I can genuinely offer blessings all around. Usually I shift focus from the news to go outside to revel in the gardens and breathe, or I journal what’s come up for me. It was news of neighborhood witch hunts of just released sexual offenders by parents of children that set me to wondering how we are going to end this vicious circle.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you…send them blessings all.

Pedophilia is the end result of thousands of years of misogyny. Grown men unable to stand as equals in relationship with grown women are a direct result of our history of fear and hatred of women. With good reason, as the conquered will always rise to challenge the conqueror, women have grown strong in the face of adversity. Some women took strength by adopting misogynistic practices, this if you can’t beat them join them type of adaptability can create powerful, sick women. Other women were born into families with little to no misogynistic practices; there have always been men who treated women as their equals as evidenced by the advances that have been made. My father was such a man, it was my mother who hated women. When as a young woman I stepped into the “real world” I was ill prepared for the prejudices and unfair treatment that men, including brothers, would direct at me. As a fifteen year old runaway I asked men why they were being unfair and they told me they didn’t know what I was talking about, or that I was crazy. I came to cherish crazy.


I have always been confident that I/we were created to be happy. That confidence slid all over the place depending on circumstances, which ultimately led to searching deeper into that sense of confidence to discover self as a spiritual being first and foremost. It was easier to begin the journey to unconditionally loving me as a child of God, a spirit being than to love myself as a human being.

The first time I remember consciously finding the door to past life evidence was when I questioned the ease with which I was learning, at thirty three, to play the accordion. While dreaming I saw myself travel a white light tunnel where, in another land (Europe), I was a master of the instrument. When I questioned the difference between male and female orgasm I had a waking vision where I was myself as a man making love to a woman who were both orgasmic. It was like catching the Kundalini express. When I asked how I could teach my children to find the silver lining around their older brother being shot and blinded I heard a one word answer, forgiveness. With that word came a sequence of past life memories and I knew that we (mother, father, son) were repeating this tragic event for at least the fourth time. For weeks after those past life memories clung to me, spilling over into this timeline until I owned them completely. I felt/knew that over lifetimes my forgiveness muscles had atrophied and I was weak as a newborn. I never again questioned my conviction that spirit was the prime dynamic of this reality after this experience.

Years ago when I began realizing the consequences of misogyny in our world I could not have read such a book. I felt my personal experiences were already too much to bear. The effort to unconditionally love and accept me for who I am has born fruit such as I didn’t know I had the audacity to wish for. So be it for us all. I learn again and again that the long of the short of loving others is how well I love me. Instead of focusing on the label, pedophile, woman, man, child, Earth, I am learning to focus on the being of light, more I can feel the meaning of the Eastern greeting Namaste…the Divine in me sees the Divine in you.