On Divorce

February 21st, 2012 | Posted by Lunar in Familial Reflections | Relationships | Vedas - (0 Comments)

Today’s date is quite interesting 21-02, 2012 but that’s merely a derailing off topic.

My parents have been separated, then divorced for two years now. And although I did not have to go through my own stages of grief to deal with it (mostly because there was no grief; I felt like it was long overdue and the day that my dad had moved out I thought was a bright beginning towards family happiness), I am still trying to get my mom to see it the same way that I do.

I keep trying to excavate the core issue here so I could “learn from the mistakes of others” but too many things emerge out of the water for me to say that he was impossible to deal with but she could’ve used her woman’s power to change things around. But the question is: should she have?

My mother was always a very grounded and practical person. My dad liked to take calculated risks, albeit maybe not as calculated as my mom would have liked them to be. She chose to accept that everybody lived average family lives and that forever and ever happiness only existed in story books. She was great at handling the worst when she knew that it was the only way out. Even when she was worried, she had a look of determination on her face. That’s why I can’t figure out why she doesn’t see this as just another challenge on her path she needs to get through. Maybe this was how she was before because other people, her family, depended on her keeping her cool and now it’s only her for whom this challenge really matters. And she’s crumbling.

There is a huge list of reasons why I never got along with my dad. Maybe we are too alike to keep seeing our own minuses mirrored at us in each other. But regardless, his actions following through the divorce were not honourable and so, unfortunately I got a little biased along the way.

The thing that my dad had never realized is that in a relationship of a woman and a man, moreover – a marriage, the woman manifests. She creates forms, “castles in the air”, that the man then substantiates using his God given physical power. If she is convinced that his goals do not meet the best interest of the entire family, she will paint a different picture, which will bystep his original plans. He could huff and puff but they will both be at a standstill because the man is not putting in the effort into this newly created picture and the woman refuses to manifest the man’s picture because she doesn’t have faith in it. A woman’s faith is like steam powering a train. You could try pushing a train on your own but it will be the steam giving it full force of speed. And without a train, a steam is just useless vapor. And unfortunately my dad never seemed to realize that. He definitely knew that her lack of faith in his investment plans was the stopper too difficult for him to remove and for that, he got angry at her.

So in his mind – she wasn’t fulfilling one of her wifely duties: supporting the husband. But he also never realized that one of his husband duties was performed substandard: the duty to protect. It is a husband’s job to make his wife feel that she is fully protected from everything, safe in his little bubble. She has to feel safe from any possible outside threats (not just bullies on the street, although that’s part of the list too) including financial ones. How is she supposed to feel safe if her entire marriage she only heard, “We are on a budget” “We can’t afford that” or “We have other priorities”? I remember the days when my dad would bring home some expensive piece of technology, like the blu-ray player right when they first came out or a new laptop or else, and my mom would just be stupified in shock. He wanted to spoil himself once in a while but how is she to feel if not only was she not consulted on the purchase but every other 364 days of the year, she gets told that there’s a budget to abide to? She couldn’t even accept gifts because she felt that the money that was spent on her could have been spent somewhat more usefully to buy something for her children; she was that selfless and still is. But why? Because for 25 years the fear-based belief had rooted itself deep into her subconscious that money is tight and we need to survive. Same as it is the husband’s job to be the primary breadwinner according to the Vedas, same it is to provide comforts to his family, especially the woman who birthed two of his children and left entirely everything to move to a country she didn’t want to go to.

If he had known those two factors, maybe she would feel safer about him taking the risks that he did. Maybe he would have gotten the support he wanted because she would believe in him more…

Sometimes it’s easier not to know the person in real life but accept them for their aspirations and inspirations.

There’s many truths you may know about someone. But it doesn’t mean that the truths you see for yourself in them are the same ones they see within themselves. You could try to convince them what you see is true but whether they’ll accept your perspective of things or not is up to them. And more often than not it barely shifts their metaphorical mountains anyway. But does it really matter?

Think about it. You could criticize this one person for being a lazy slob because one time you were unlucky enough to see that not only does he get into bed with his outside shoes on but he also doesn’t change his underwear for weeks. And you criticize them even more severely when you hear them lecture someone else on their hygiene. You could be seeing them in one way but they could be seeing themselves as something totally other. And maybe on some level, they realize that those little things could use some improvement and maybe he should take better care of his clothes, sheets and so on but everywhere else he has incredibly high standards and he aspires to be a neat freak! Isn’t it more important then to look at the person’s aspirations to see what their ideal self would hypothetically look like, instead of the “work in progress” self you’re dealing with right now? Yes, they may never truly achieve their ideal but at least you know they were striving towards it. Our society has learnt to discourage dreamers and to label them as good-for-nothing losers to put it lightly. Everyone wants results, everyone wants proof that you can succeed at something; it seems that only in kindergarten you get a pat on the back for trying.

There are certain people I try to minimize communicating with as much as possible for various reasons – either I don’t want to expose myself again to the hurts they are very capable of inflicting upon me or I have outgrown them internally and we no longer benefit one another from being in each other’s lives. And there could be a number of things said about that trait of mine but self-preservation is more important to me than proving anyone else wrong. But this post isn’t about me. There are people I know that try really hard just to get through the day. I often get a visual of this tiny baby bird, who fell out of his nest and injured his wing, lost and scared. On the inside they try to gleam as much good as they have stored in their souls outside into the world, posting insightful quotes and inspiring stories about how life would be better only if. I have been a member of the audience for quite some time to see how they strive to fly up but keep plummeting down. And the plummeting happens not just through personal depression but also by pecking at the by-standers on their way down and once on the ground, they feel even more alone than before.

I want it so much to be able to say that we should see each other according to our aspirations and inspirations, according to our high and mighty wishes to fly up in the sky with the birds, rather than by our painful plummets. But there’s one person for whom I would never be able to do that, my own flesh and blood, purely because I cannot accept his words as sincere and all of his past actions come roaring back at me as a nightmare of a memory.

And the dialog with the self continues…

There comes a point at which you need to decide whether you choose the physical reality as your primary domain or the parallel realms. If you choose the material world, then following the footsteps your ego had already treaded time and time again is easiest. But once upon a time, you’ll recognize a gap – an entry point – at which you may choose to honor the energy planes and focus on your spiritual growth instead of cultivating your ego.

But even the entire idea of it is mind-boggling. Just to recognize that our “reality” is an illusion, a game board, on which we can strategize our moves and choose to live one way or another. I’ve received advices previously from others to just act on your faith and believe your feet will reach the ground safely upon making that leap. I’ve tried to do that but I haven’t entirely won the mind game with myself because there would always be a part of me nagging at the Self, “But you know that the physical reality doesn’t work that way! Just open your eyes! Open them! You’ll see!” And I could never fully disconnect from that skeptical sub-personality of mine.

And now I’m at a fork in the road again and this time it’s not about the material world but about a familial relationship. I recognize my choices this time. I can keep on letting my ego be the autopilot of my Self and try to prove to the other person why they are wrong. Or I can accept that they may never change and that this situation is not about us fixing the relationship but it is about me conquering my own ego.

And my ego is not entirely happy about this change of pace. I have a very strong, vibrant, defiant, aggressive ego, when it comes to any sort of perceived attacks in my direction. And every time I want to bring my consciousness higher and think of the entire episode with a “let it be” set of mind, my ego tries to resist, arguing that I should make myself understood and have my convictions accepted by the other party.

I know deep deep deep down that if I want the rest of the world to change, I need to be that change but at this point I can’t even fully imagine how I would act without my ego leading the way in situations similar. And to comprehend the idea that as soon as I follow through with this step the roles of the parent-child relationship will be switched, it just rattles my mentality once more. Not that I’m not used to it by now but these quakes still make a surprise appearance every once in a while.

Forgive and love -

 

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