Phantom Pain: Abandonment

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“Goldfield Ghost Town”
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The Ghost Town

Last week fear of abandonment touched me again, after a long hiatus.  I think it is perhaps the most universal of our human emotions.  It is both a psychological and spiritual experience, so it must be healed on both levels.  Reading, analyzing, and verbalizing my experience has helped heal me psychologically.

A review of the topic by Claudia Black, PhD, in the June 2010 issue of “Psychology Today,” gives a clear and succinct summary of key elements of the experience.

  • Abandonment sends the message:  “You are not important.  You are not of value.”
  • Abandonment happens when a child has to hide a part of who he or she is, in order to be accepted, or to avoid rejection.

They learn…

  • It’s not alright to make mistakes.
  • It’s not alright to show feelings.
  • Everyone else’s needs are more important than yours.
  • Your success is discounted or ignored.

Reading, reflecting, and dialogue have helped me to soothe the emotional scar of this primal wound, thus releasing its hold on my life in the present.temp

The Dance

Some translations of 2 Samuel 6 have King David “leaping and whirling before the Lord,” when the Ark was brought back to Jerusalem.  It is said that he danced with abandonment, which is “unbounded enthusiasm,” according to the Free Dictionary.  It gives the archaic meaning of enthusiasm as, “Ecstasy arising from supposed possession by a god.”  In the midst of his leaping, I believe that David loved his true self as much as he loved God.  The other experience of abandonment victimizes the ego, not the true, spiritual self.  No one can take that away.  Dancing naked with our deepest self before our god heals our wound.  Loving ourselves is the way to heal abandonment.

Bernard Tyrell, S.J., wrote a book in 1970’s, called Christotherapy.  Writing it was a spiritual practice to aid him in recovering from alcoholism.  He talked about the practice of mind-fasting and spirit-feasting.  I find it helpful.  To deal with the remnants of pain from the original wound I say and write the mantra, “I release this pain.  It has no more power over me.”  If I say it enough, I live into the reality.  Spirit-feasting frees me from ego, inviting me to dance with abandonment.  My mantra becomes, “I love you, Rita.  You are infinitely valuable.”  Every time I am tempted to obsess over a real or imagined abandonment, I fast from that message and love myself.  Finally, the practice of intentionally affirming others, takes us out of our own pain, and their joy becomes a mirror for our self-worth.

A Blessing and a Prayer

When spirits of past abandonments
Waft through us,
Imprinting the walls of our psyche-
We invoke the Spirit of the Creator to
Bless us with magnanimity and
Heal us with the fire of her love.

Amen.
Alleluia!

Laying It to Rest

dementor2One particular scene in the film,“Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone” always sends shivers through me.  Harry and his friends are on the Hogwarts Express when a dementor  attempts to suck out Harry’s soul.  That is what they do.  They prey upon all positive energy and leave their victims in a state of emptiness.

I think of this symbol today because I just spent sacred time with a friend, putting to rest a time in our youth when we were preyed upon simply because we were there.  And we were vulnerable.  I am keenly aware of the need to develop spiritual practices that protect us.  I know that many of my readers have experienced similar betrayal, for it is a human experience.  I pray that you also experience healing and forgiveness.

Blessings.

LAYING IT TO REST

Two aging soul-sisters
Hold vigil in a Victorian café-
A sanctuary for deep
Soul-work.

No brain fog mimics the
Claustrophobic fog outside.
We remember every word of
Our story.

In tandem we tell the story
For what we hope will be the last time:
How dementors in a consecrated community
Sucked out our souls and how-
Because we were young and wounded-
We let them.

Stronger now, our souls are safe.
In the telling, we recognize
Healing and forgiveness-
Self-forgiveness stumbles
Through the fog.

 It is past time
To pack up our pain and
Rise from our chairs.
Claustrophobic fog has no power
To crowd our spacious spirits.
Our eucharist has ended, and we
Step out.

© rita h. kowats