Abandonment

Our Key Psychological Trauma - Feeling Separated from Source

Maurice Turmel PhD

Beginning:

I came to this earth a long time ago to learn about matter and to immerse myself in this grand experiment called Earth Life in the 3^rd dimension.  I was asked by my guides if I was prepared to do this and of course, I said Yes.

Lately I’ve been feeling shaken to my very core.  The root of my psychological distress has been identified as “abandonment”, separation from the Source of my life.  I know this to be true because I can feel it right down to my bones.

I never realized how important this was until recently when I relived the whole affair through feelings of abandonment vis a vis my parents in this lifetime.  That image of the moment it occurred burns clearly in my psyche.  I was 4 years old, out on the street in front of our apartment building.  A bully had come up to me and threatened me.  I turned around and looked up at our second story apartment window and saw my parents staring down at me, as if to see “what is he going to do?”

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THERE'S STILL HOPE FOR THE HOPELESS,

GOD IS A FRIEND TO THE FRIENDLESS,

HE'LL GIVE YOU PEACE AND SWEETNESS,

THERE'S STILL HELP FOR THE HELPLESS,

THERE IS A HOME IF YOUR HOMELESS,

HE WILL MEND YOUR BROKEN PIECES,

CAUSE YOU TO LIVE AND BE BLESSED.

Excerts for NOT THE TIME by Marvin Sapp.

Gospel has been one of my Comforters since my Grandma used to sing Rock of Ages every morning  before I went to school; thank you Annie Groogie.

Annie Groogie was a nice White lady who would give poor kids christmas gifts every year when my grandma was a child. My Grandma was nicknamed Annie Groogie because she was always giving or doing something for someone. It was a joke at first and it became her identity. I hope that she is proud of me. Rest in Peace.

I love this Special Place.

Love Nageeta

A pixie was recovering from major surgery and in her moments of wakefulness was scouring the internet for interesting sites. When she found this place of love parties she thought she had found a place to party. Being an aging hippie, the pixie began to party as hippies do. Not realizing that this is a serious site. Although to hippies the party is very important. When the pixie realized that this is a serious site she freaked out. She tried to tell people who she was but she miscommunicated. The pixie will not do this anymore. The pixie will not return.

In the place of the pixie will appear the august goddess of no place and no time. We will from this time on regard this as our workplace.