here on the island of misfit toys

My mother told me that I was going and fucking up my life yet again. Sometimes when she gets mad she abandons logic and begins to say things which I, in my best attempt at being impartial, find to be totally factually inaccurate.

Ruiz endowed me with this gift of impersonally taking things. I know, because of Ruiz, that nothing my mother said to me about me was because of me. The little itch-makers in my brain would have me bound to believe that it was because of me. The itchies really go for that stuff. Guilt, blame--complex, tangled webs of them, if possible.

I was blessed with two parents. My mother, at her core, is a vibrational strata of pure awareness, which is able to love without thought or condition. My father, at his core, is a vibrational strata of pure awareness which is able to love without thought or condition. However, acting within their respective mental frames, my mother believes that she wishes me to be protected from harm even if it violates my own wishes, and my father believes that he has utmost faith in my ability to thrive.

As such are my perceptions, I also imagine that my mother sees what she believes come true for me, and my father as well.

I, at my core, am told that I am a vibrational strata of pure awareness which is able to love without thought or condition...I believe this often.