In British Columbia, Canada, 1422 people died from drug overdose, in 2017.
“According to the B.C. Coroners Service, of those victims, 82 per cent were men, 88 per cent were alone in a residence at the time of death, and over half were 30 to 49 years of age and Fentanyl was detected in 81 per cent of the total fatalities.” (1)
Mostly men are dying alone in B.C.
What does that say about our society?
Stigma, connected to drug addiction, is forcing men to do drugs alone, not reach out for help?
Sorrow, anger, fear. . . not understanding the correlation between healing and feeling. . . facing into the pain. . . not numbing with drugs. . .?
Looking deeper, addictions are addictions to pain, to trauma, usually from childhood.
Why do we have such an issue
facing into our pain?
If we go to the root of addiction, it can take us to the original triangle, father, mother, child.
Facing directly into the pain, especially the trauma from that original triangle — sitting still with a notebook and asking our self questions — are answers for our healing.
“What am I afraid of?”
Starting at the original trauma or at any situation of emotional trauma, we can ask:
“How is this _________ connected to the past?”
Seeing the patterns of emotional turmoil,
connected to that original triangle,
helps us find balance, to heal
to forgive our fears.
Heart centred work, breathing, meditating for healing, sitting still, listening to our guidance, our inner Divine Wisdom, is the healing.
There is immense co-creative Divine Healing available to us in sitting still — consistently everyday, same time, same place, with a notebook — charting the progress.
We can work backwards or forwards, present day to childhood or childhood to present day.
In the inter-connectedness of all — the ‘100th monkey effect’ — the more of us facing into our pain, feeling our addiction to pain, to sorrow and fear, we help with the healing of everyone.
A key is in consciously forgiving ourselves when we feel less than.
We are forgiving ourselves
for not expressing and experiencing
ourself as Divine Perfection,
those ‘scenic detours.’
We can even reach out, ask for apologies — holding that Loving space — for others to come to this place of forgiveness, too.
Encouraging others to say, “I’m sorry” creates the space for compassion, and greater forgiveness.
Sorrow and fear that we are less than, all judgements of self, when truly forgiven, we free ourselves from the ‘hamster wheel’ of addiction to pain.
What is that shadow that we’d rather push aside — read a book, watch TV, eat something, drink something, do drugs? — what is that feeling that we are not willing to feel, to face into?
Why do we hesitate to sit still,
feel those feelings for healing?
With the drug overdose statistics above — “88 per cent were alone in a residence at the time of death” — is it harder for men to do this?
Feeling for healing.
A patriarchal society tells us, male and female, not to cry, that it’s ok to lash out at others, to drop bombs, to build walls. . . not to turn around and face into our fears and sorrow, our pain.
A patriarchal society is not into apologizing.
A patriarchal society is about “being right.”
Not feeling forgiving to our selves — “being right” about no apology to self — leads to drug overdoses, war within and without, to no apology between countries.
Connecting the dots with past situations, feeling the past trauma, then feeling forgiving is healing, co-creating with the Divine.
We each have guides, at least three, that are with us 24/7, waiting for us to turn inward.
Our guides are overjoyed
when our hearts open to this possibility.
In Divine Alignment — in forgiveness of “What happened?” — we find balance, that original triangle, father, mother, child, our tri-flame within, peace, Love, joy.
From suffering comes wisdom.
(1) “Uncovering the Face of Vancouver’s Opioid Epidemic,” by Ashley Hyshka, March 16, 2018, The Runner, http://runnermag.ca/2018/03/uncovering-the-face-of-vancouvers-opioid-epidemic/
More How Things Work in the Higher Realms,
Compassion Road and Forgiveness Road posts here.
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