I was born to clear the codependency in my family line and assist others in doing the same. Addictions, of any form, stem from codependency. Codependency is relying on a toxic source for support, while vulnerable. A wounded healer, someone who acts to help others before, first, addressing their own stress, is an example of a toxic source. Codependency heals, transforms to interdependency once we unite with faith. It doesn’t matter what the fuck our faith is. We must surrender to some form of nature, a pure part of ourselves, in order to reconnect with self-love and infinite abundance.
Human beings do not operate in unconditional love. We have strayed far from that innate way of being. If parents truly loved their children unconditionally, the world would be a very different place. Healing requires love, real love, not codependency. The world has become extremely confused and conflicted about what LOVE is. In order to love another, truly love another, even our own children, we must first love ourselves. We can only love our children as much as we love ourselves. Scary truth. But look at how fucked up the world is. Exhibit A.
My parents’ main requirement is for my brother and I to be self-sufficient. I cut my dad out of my life because he couldn’t accept my happiness unless I was ‘securing’ my ‘future’ with a retirement fund. That was our final fight.
…Forgiveness doesn’t necessarily mean allowing someone back into our life. Skipping that saga. Pressure and grades, Money destroyed my family.
My parents were viewing my independence at a limited angle by focusing on money, whereas my angels raised me to be secure and genuinely self-sufficient. I was taught to trust myself above all no matter what anyone says or how circumstances appear. I was taught not to fear my emotions, they are my power. I had to be honest with myself even while I was guided to lie my ass off to most of the world. I was guided to lie to my parents most of all as I felt the insecurity in their words and knew it wasn’t safe to be myself around them. My angels, however, never shamed or judged as I did one unconventional thing after the next to protect myself and others. My parents are getting the heat because my angels raised me to know better and my family agreed to all of this shit via soul contracts.
Magic fully supports my choices as I continue devoting my life to being myself. Blessings and miracles are an understatement for all of the trippy shit I’ve experienced, simply because I trust and love myself. Teaching magic to my charges, at the right time, is my passion. There’s nothing that fulfills me more than divine timing, as others flow in their divine identity, and shit works out better than any of us dared to dream.