Misperception of our environment is the key that turns your body into dis-ease.
A misperception of the world is the cause and the spread dis-ease.
Again going back to the two different perceptions of our world between my mother and I, between my family members and I, shows how the disease of my father continues to contaminate generation upon generation.
The dance of misperception blows my mind.
He is able to continue spreading his disease because of her misperception of him and his children’s misperception of him.
Misperceptions lead to wrong action and as Byron Katie says, “confused minds do confusing things”, and Jesus says, ‘forgive them they know not what they do’.
I am expecting the confused mind to see clearly, or I am writing and speaking to confusion hoping for clarity, it has occurred to me lately I am speaking to the wrong crowd.
My intentions and deepest desire is to make them see, and to wake them up.
And what seems to be happening more and more is I am working on me.
I am learning more and more and seeing more and more and becoming more aware of how this all works.
My long held misperceptions are unraveling bit by bit.
I am the one who has benefited the most by writing, by taking my thoughts and bringing them to paper I get to see what I didn’t see before.
What an incredible journey out of the misperceptions I lived behind.
I had wrote to Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor, author of the book, “My Stroke Of Insight” and told her that I had a stroke in my reality, a stroke of truth.
Truth flooded my brain, bursting apart my misperceptions.
The journey in the past five years is the re-wiring, re-labeling, and learning to see reality as it is and living without the lens of my mother’s eyes.
