“Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone’s soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.”
-Jalal-Din Rumi
July 27, 2018
It’s been just over four years since the First Blood Moon, and just when I “think” there is nothing more to learn, its’ mysteries continue to unfold. The more I have let go, the more I am willing to see how my addictions to the “WHY?!? prevented me from solving my mysterious bond with Cara. One being that she came into my life for me to be a ladder.
What if I didn’t want to be a ladder, God? Obviously, my soul did, otherwise I wouldn’t have been one. The hardest part on my ego was to not resent the part I played in Cara’s life. To be grateful that I was a ladder for her to take Cinnamon on as her teacher and change her life as much as I had mine. Yes, I was a ladder. Still breathing into that one. Just think for a moment about the use of this ingenious utility. It helps us repair roofs, get into our attics, and even replace the battery to smoke detectors. Do we ever stop to think about how much we appreciate the ladder? Probably not. We may have a temporary moment of gratitude and then move on to the next task at hand. A ladder gets you from bottom to top and needs nothing in return. We step on it, throw it to the curb, and then pick it back up when we want it. Much like how many of us have treated our spiritual life.
My old fears surfaced, How is it possible, God, to create peace about being used up and forgotten when I gave my all to this woman? Do I really have another tear over this lost dream? SERIOUSLY? It all “seems” so unfair!
Dear beloved, Allow your tears to wash your eyes so you can see more clearly.”
I humbly acknowledge that these have been my judgmental and victimhood “thoughts” this morning after Cinnamon relayed to me that Cara is happy, healthy, and has created her dream life. “That bitch!”
I wish I would have jumped for joy for Cara and her new beautiful life, but I went numb, instead. Having a family is something that I have so desperately wanted since my father often screamed, “I WANT family! What family? This is not a family!” I would scream back, “What about us? Don’t we count?” My mother and I sat there, me creating total dismissal. Yearning to have a family that I would call my own, I subconsciously deemed myself unworthy to have one. If I heard one more person with a close family tell me how “blessed” they were, I was going to hurl. For I had a family that acted like we weren’t even related when occupying the same room. I “felt” alone a lot of the time, calling friends (my lifeline) in the privacy of my bedroom, daydreaming of the days that I would create my own family. Cara was simply and subconsciously helping me extinguish my inner turmoil by being yet another person to “seemingly” dismiss me. This is when I could have remembered Krew, and the best heart family I could have ever dreamed of. Unfortunately, addiction doesn’t work that way. It drowns you in self rejection and makes you forget.
At one time, Cara truly felt like my last hope for creating the love that I always longed for. I was given the sacred gift to read her soul and admired her amazing light, even throughout her darkest time. I defended what I perceived as her “cold actions” with armor, assuring my loved ones (including, Cinnamon) that I knew who she really was and that she would align. Cara was beyond skeptical of the power of love, and I knew that Cinnamon could be the one to help her help herself if she would JUST give my teacher a chance. I continually said, “Cinnamon is the real deal, she may not have many years left.” Throughout the Four Blood Moons, I subconsciously dedicated myself to being Cara’s ladder, hoping that she would session with my mentor and wake up to consciousness. And then, “of course,” come back to ME in some form! Although it was my secret hope, it didn’t have to be romantic. Two plus two equals four, RIGHT? Sure, I wanted to help her, BUT I also wanted what I wanted. Her.
Well, as mentioned in a previous blog, Cara had finally suffered enough and was finally willing to really take Cinnamon on as her teacher. With incredible patience and unconditional love from Cinamamma, Cara created the discipline to love. She did it, she trusted my mama and returned to her all encompassing heart, making Cinnamon her CinnaMAMA, too. I was RIGHT! But when Cara moved on, spreading love to all her peeps (which did not include me; in fact, most of them didn’t even know I existed), I got to see my conditional hook. And... I was WRONG. She wasn’t coming back to me. She wasn’t even willing to be friends. Just another reminder that choosing to live in a “right vs wrong” mindset will bring you down every time.
As the array of lessons continue to unfold, I can see that God is genius. There is NO way that I would have spent hours upon hours talking and texting Cara if I wasn’t interested, romantically. Or if there hadn’t been all the mind blowing signs of alchemy. God knew that she needed help and A LOT of my time, and I needed to learn about UNCONDITIONAL love. The Four Blood Moons were NOT about romance, they were about change, and boy did we both do that. Actually, truth be known, we did a major overhaul. I later found out that although there were many times that I did love Cara, unconditionally, there were times that I did not. Although I had been a contributor for The Daily Love, I was still a puppy at the “Unconditional Love” game and just beginning to learn how to consistently love myself, unconditionally. I paid a high price for putting the Creation (Cara) over the Creator. A painful lesson that I needed to learn and still learning.
Many times I “think” the suffering over our mysterious bond is completely gone, until Cinnamon purposefully says something about her for me to tap in, feel the pain of dismissal, and let go. I must admit, in these times, I create anger towards my mama. Why tell me how amazing she and her family is? What’s the point?!? I then want to kill Cinnamon and then myself. But seriously folks, when I am in my head, ignorance “seems” like bliss, and I don’t want to feel, much less go through my deeply hidden triggers of self inflicted rejection, not enoughness, and unforgiveness. I don’t want to create embarrassment for STILL allowing the whole scenario to get to me. Even if it is just a smidge. “NO EXCEPTIONS,” continues to be my mantra. With a grateful heart, I can clearly see that Cara came in to help me evolve and be the best version of myself. Although I know that she wants nothing but the best for me, our contract is complete. We are not even meant for a platonic relationship. Like it or not, the “what is,” IS. I will continue to love her always, unconditionally.
“Freedom is the reward for unconditional loving.”
As I allow myself to feel, not suppress my pain for unrequited love, I am creating gratitude for the path which lays before me in the here and now. Finding Francesca In The Four Blood Moons will never be forgotten. A prophesied change that was critical for me to learn who I really am and who I am dedicated to being in the world...A Ladder To Love.