My Story ---- part II
(as written by Louise L Hay in her famous book “You Can Heal Your Life”)
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Even though I had been born here many years before, I knew that almost no one anymore except for my mother and sister, who both now lived on the outskirts about an hour away. We have never been a close family nor an open one, but still I was unpleasantly surprised to learn that my mother had been blind for few years, and no one had bother to tell me. My sister was too “busyish” to see me, so I let her be and began to set up my new life.
My little book heal your body opened may doors for me. I began to go to every New Age type of meeting I could find. I would introduce myself, and when appropriate, give out a copy of the little book. For the first six months, I went to the beach a lot, knowing that when I became busy, there would be less time for such leisurely pursuits. Slowly, the clients appeared. I was asked to speak here and there, and things began to come together as Los Angeles welcomed me. Within a couple of years, I was able to move into a lovely home. My new lifestyle in Los Angeles was a large jump in consciousness from my early upbringing. Things were going smoothly, indeed. How swiftly our lives can change completely.
One night I received a phone call from my sister, the first call in two years. She told me that our mother, now 90, blind, and almost deaf, had fallen and broken her back. In one moment my mother went from being a strong, independent woman to being a helpless child in pain.
She broke her back and also broke open the wall of secrecy around my sister. Finally, we were all beginning to communicate. I discovered that my sister also had a severe back problem that impaired her sitting and walking and which was very painful. She suffered in silence, and though she look anorexic, her husband did not know she was ill.
After spending a month in the hospital, my mother was ready to go home. But in no way could take of herself, so she came to live with me. Though trusting in the process of life, I did not know how I could handle it all, so I said to God, Okay, I will take care of her, but you have to give help, and you have to provide the money!”
It was quite an adjustment for both of us. She arrived on a Saturday; and the following Friday, I had to go to San Francisco for four days, I could not leave her alone, and I had to go. I said, “God, you handle this. I have to have the right person to help us before I leave.
On the following Thursday, the perfect person had “appeared,” and moved in to organize my home for my mother and me. It was another confirmation of one of my basic beliefs: “Whatever I need to know is revealed to me, and whatever I need comes to me in Divine right order.”
I realized it was lesson time for me once again. Here was an opportunity to clean up a lot of that garbage from childhood.
My mother had not been able to protect me when I was a child; however, I could and would take care of her now. Between my mother and my sister, a new whole adventure began.
To give my sister the help she asked for presented another challenge. I learned that when I had rescued my mother so many years ago, my stepfather then turned his rage and pain against my sister, and it was her turn to be brutalized.
I realized that what started out to be a physical problem was then greatly exaggerated hy gear and tension, plus the belief that no one could help her. So here was Louise, not wanting to be a rescuer and yet wanting to give her sister an opportunity to choose wellness at this point in her life.
Slowly the unraveling began, and now in 1984, it’s still going on. We progress step by step as I provide an atmosphere of safety while we explore various avenues of healing.
My mother, on the other hand, responds very well. She exercises as best she can four times a day. Her body gets stronger and more flexible. I took her to get a hearing aid, and she became more interested in life. In spite of her Christian Science belief, I persuaded her to have a cataract removed from one eye. What a joy for her to begin to see again and for us to see the world through her eyes. She is so pleased to read again.
My other and I began to find time to sit and talk to each other in ways we had never done before. A new understanding developed between us. Today, we both become freer as we cry and laugh and hug together. Sometimes she pushes my buttons, which only tells me there is something further foe to clear.
My mother left the planet peacefully in 1985. I miss her and love her. We completed all we could together, and we are both free.
(Part II of My story ends here --- Part III deals with what afterward)
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