Dear friends and fellow sojourners,
I have not had much time to post here and I miss you all horribly. Even as I start this topic, I worry that I will not have the time to babysit it as I should but I just wanted to bleed out some of my thoughts after a visit with my mother and brother recently--thoughts that you and only you will understand.
I have not seen my mother in over a year. I do love her though our past is wrinkled with pain (not all of it bad). I want you to know that I do love my mother and no doubt I love my baby brother. We used to be so so close until he returned to the organization.
First let me say I was absolutely shocked at her home. It is quite literally falling apart. I once heard my mother tell an insurance sales person all about the new world coming and that was the reason why she did not have need for life insurance. No planning. No preparation. Only a wrecked life of reactionary living to every crisis that appears. Failing health. I cannot even contribute financially anymore as I used to. What good did it ever do anyway?
There was, my friends, a slight moment of sick nostalgia--I swear, as I beheld those old bound volumes, comic-book style WTs and tracts that colored the landscape of my weird childhood. I felt like a person visiting and feeling nostalgia for a prison they had spent years in...something "comforting" about the familiarity of misery--for if nothing else, it was constant. Not that all the times were bad. BTW, the literature literally says nothing NOTHING new. It was amazing to me. Still the same old tired sentiments. Oh well. Let the dead bury the dead.
My brother's health--not good. He has a new daughter and she is beautiful. I was glad that he let me see her because he had refused the blanket I had crocheted her in the beginning because of my "alternative" (demonized) spirituality. I totallly do not blame him as my mind was there at one time.
Totally self-righteous. Totally masked from the baby brother who used to laugh with me and joke etc.
I woke up the next morning as early as possible after I slept very very little and felt as if I did not get out of there my very breath would fail me.
Just had to share. I'm glad to be back home.
Love and Light,
~Brigid