What is the way out of victim consciousness?
Acknowledge the times we were actually a victim (” “).
You may have an aversion to that word, but just hear me out 😅
If we’re viewing the world through what is called victim consciousness, chances are there was a time when life overwhelmed our capacity to cope, and our system registered it as a trauma.
It left an energetic imprint on our bodies and maladaptive beliefs in our minds.
The result is a wound crying out to be seen.
An inner child who didn’t have what they needed back then, and is now being neglected and retraumatized by it’s adult self that’s still hiding it under the bed or in the closet.
Trauma= arrested development
A part of SELF split off and is now frozen in time. It hasn’t gotten the memo that the world has moved on, and it’s now detracting from the energy available for the present moment.
Until that part is acknowledged and welcomed back to the whole, we will continue to view the external world through the lens of a 5 or 6 year old (at best).
We will refuse to take ownership of what we’re participating in (draining or abusive relationships, jobs, etc) because we’ve internalized the belief that we have no other choice.
We will operate from a place of fear, scarcity, and desperation; siphoning energy from others, and grasping at resources.
There’s a lot of talk about narcissism these days, but the truth is we are all capable of exhibiting those traits.
My definition of a “narcissist” is someone with bullet holes in their chest, bleeding out on everyone around them- but they won’t. look. down.
We’re conditioned to think we need others to validate our pain and bandage our wounds, but in reality, we’re all in desperate need of being SEEN by ourselves.
I cannot reparent someone else’s inner child. They do not need anything from me. In the same way, I can’t expect anyone to babysit or to raise mine.
Speaking of inner child work. ..since being in FL, I’ve had the privilege of doing pretty deep inner child work in a way that I couldn’t have done anywhere else.
Growing up in middle TN, we drove straight down to the panhandle on summer vacations, and let’s just say I have more than one sunburned picture in front of this bull- most likely in Keds tennis shoes or little pink plastic jellies, denim shorts, and a shell necklace.
Revisiting some of these old landmarks has served as a soul retrieval of sorts. Things look a little different from my current vantage point, and I’ve gained a better understanding of myself and my life.
Sometimes life brings you full circle, and it’s just perfect.
Photo: Panama City Beach, FL January 2023
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