Started about two weeks ago and only finished now:
 
My eldest son is going through another transition.  His work is moving him to another city far away, so he moved out of his old home at the end of July and moved in with my youngest son and I for two weeks. 
 
Our house is small… so it was hectic with all his stuff here, but somehow, we made it all fit in the lounge area while he sorted through it and decided what to take with and what to leave.  So, we were comfortable.  I also emptied two large drawers for him to use.  It’s all a long story, but to keep it really short and to the point (which is usually impossible for me), I just wanted to write about what a blessed time it was to have him here and to share such lovely moments with him.
 
I can remember the years of experiencing mother-agony, when he was so lost as a result of the abuses, tragedies and losses he experienced as a child.  Judgments and lack of understanding love from the world added to his sufferings and made things so much worse.  He withdrew from not only the world, but even from me.  During that time of separation from my son, I suffered deeply… and the longing for my son’s love to return to me added to deep guilt that I suffered for not being able to spare him from the abuse and struggles he had faced as he was growing up, no matter how hard I tried (and I did indeed try so hard).  I truly suffered the most agonising constant and unbearable anguish while our hearts were separated as a result of his difficult childhood. 
 
I wrote many poems expressing the pain I bore over all those years… one of them below: 
 
LOST... UNTIL “ETERNITY”
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So much sorrow in knowing I cannot fix our love
To the way that it was before
To the days when you’d sing to me: “Mother of Mine”,
And I’d sing to you: “Ben”.
 
So much terrible pain fills the void between then and now
So much genuine love we shared then
LOST!  Lost somewhere... somehow
Lost in the darkest foreboding forest...
The one I used to know
The one I visited when I was a child
 
So, if anyone understands... sadly, I do!
A very lonely, hurting place where love and trust are trapped
With seemingly no possible escape!
No hope for a sunrise tomorrow
No hope in a genuine embrace... like before
No hope in ever knowing the truth again
The unconditional love we once shared
Lost forever… here, in this desolate place.
 
And so, I know all that is left is for me to hold on
For Eternity
That beautiful place
The only promise that still exists
On the other side of this awful tormenting divide
There, one lovely day... to meet you again
My son
A mother’s love that won’t ever give up
A loving memory returned and understood completely
To trust once again in our love... mother and son
I will endure for that day I know will come
Where this horrible pain can no longer destroy...
 
UNFAILING HOPE
DIVINE HEALING
TRUST RESTORED
HEAVEN’S LOVE
 
NO MORE TEARS
REJOICE!
 
~ Panayiota
(March 2013)
 
One thing that Life could NOT take away from me was my love for my son.  And I knew from my own experience, that only TRUE and UNCONDITIONAL LOVE could ever lift the curse that had so cruelly torn us apart. 
 
I wrote:
 
ONLY LOVE CAN LIFT THE CURSE!
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He doesn’t want people to know him,
For he no longer knows himself,
He doesn’t want people to feel for him,
Because he no longer feels much for himself!
 
He doesn’t want people to celebrate for him,
For he celebrates not for himself,
He doesn’t want people to love him,
For he doesn’t love himself!
 
Don’t live for him; don’t die for him,
Don’t even exist for his life,
For he’s no longer living or dead,
And he doesn’t exist for himself!
 
He denies that he has a problem,
Yet he struggles in a lonely place,
Where he’s tried to rub out his own feelings,
And has even erased his own face!
 
Don’t hate him for who he’s becoming,
You will only make things so much worse!
Love him regardless, I beg of you,
For Only Love can lift the curse!
 
~ Panayiota
(8 June 2000)
 
And so, I never, ever gave up on loving my son and believing in his beautiful spirit… the spirit I recognised in him when he was just a little boy.  Over the years of my anguish, I hid my tears and pain from him and kept contact by regularly sending brief (unemotional) message via WhatsApp or SMS mostly… just a “Hello… Have a happy day… Lots of love, Mom” kind of message.  
 
I followed through with this for years and in so doing, I proved my absolute truth… that Only Love can lift any curse… because it did!  I have my son back today.  I have his trust and his love.  We are able to have long, deep philosophical conversations on a level of mutual understanding and connection. 
 
I ache now, only because of those who still reject, judge and condemn him negatively and continue to project their negative curses onto him.  If only, they could see him in the way I do, they wouldn’t dare add to his struggles with their neglectful and hurtful judgments.  They would do all in their power to spend more time with him.  To accept and acknowledge his uniqueness and true worth in such a way as to strengthen him and lift him from all that has hurt him and held him back and still threatens to continue hold him back today, because that’s what childhood trauma does… it’s a lifelong threat and struggle that does not need to be added to by a harsh and judging world!
 
I was so grateful to my daughter and her husband, and my brother and sister in law and youngest son, all of whom went out of their way to acknowledge my eldest son with their genuine love during his two-weeks stay here.  They also treated his three children with such patient love and accepting goodness when they visited over the weekend.  Acknowledging, accepting and loving his children is also acknowledging, accepting and loving him… just as loving my children and grandchildren is the same as loving me… there’s no half measures or in-betweens.
 
I’ve been questioning love and trust just lately…
My youngest son inherited his deceased dad’s car recently and we asked permission to park it inside our complex.  Our house’s (one car) carport opens onto the road, so we needed to park his car inside for safety.  At a small monthly fee, this was granted.  He was told to park next to an outhouse on the grass.  A couple of times he was shifted to new positions inside the complex by residents, but eventually, he had his parking on the grass against the outhouse wall and all seemed good for quite some time… at least his car was safe at night. 
 
Around the same time as my eldest son came to stay for two weeks while he prepared to move to work in another city, we asked permission to have a gate put into our back wall, so that my youngest son could get to and from his car inside the complex without going all the way around on the street to enter at the main gate.  Everything seemed great, until my eldest son was also given permission to park for two weeks (only two weeks) inside the complex. 
 
My old next door neighbours who I had gotten so close to over time… (shared vegetables, herbs and preserves from my garden on occasions, had friendly chats with, written regular love notes to via WhatsApp), suddenly decided that two cars parked on the grass at the back was just too much!  They did not come to us, but the old lady… “my friend”… went around rallying support from other neighbours to demand that the cars were moved from the grass area and to refuse us a gate in our back wall!  She is someone who is already well-known for causing problems for residents in the complex, but up till now, we’d been (as I imagined), best of friends!  (I refuse to discuss neighbours with other neighbours, so I was never caught up in that. If I had any gripes, I would go only to one member of the body corporate who I’ve gotten to know and as far as I can remember, I only needed to go to her one when our new direct neighbours were crashing into the carport gate we share and causing our wall to split.
 
So, just like that, our dream gate in the back wall was refused and she was suddenly complaining bitterly about the dead grass under my youngest son’s car.  She caused such a palaver, that a kind friend inside the complex… the body corporate lady, invited both my boys to park at her house, just to keep the peace. 
 
I had longed for that back-wall gate ever since I moved here, so that we’d not only would I have access to the park area, but also so that I could get close to some old folk.  When I left my last area in 2012, I left behind a dear old friend, Norma (it will be the memory of her birthday on the 24th).  I love old folk so much.  Recently an old man died in the house directly behind us in the complex… if I had my back wall gate, I believe that I would have spent time with him, and perhaps even have been able to be with him when he died, so that he didn’t have to be alone. 
 
I have since registered and paid to do a Sacred Dying Doula course, because I never want another old person in our complex to die alone.  It might take me a while to complete the course because I have so many other commitments, such as getting my book done, but I have longed to do this course for many years.  I have sat with many a person crossing over the veil during my nursing years and in my personal life and I find it one of the  most sacred blessings to share with another human being… it’s one place where  my nurturing love is totally accepted and appreciated in every way, and where I can feel totally free to give all the love that I can to another human being… it’s very, very special to me.
 
Whatever happens, I am very hurt about yet another loss of what I believed was dear friends next door.  I have decided that I will not go out of my way to get close to anyone in this complex again, because it seems to me that love and friendship can no longer be trusted freely in this world.
 
If anyone is lonely, I will open my door and heart to them if they visit me, but I will avoid getting close to anyone again here otherwise.  So even if the old lady next door ever needs me, I will be there for her, because that’s who I am… but until such time, I will have nothing more to do with her, because she has betrayed my trust and my friendship with her.
 
My eldest son was going through his own struggle over the last two weeks.  Moving away from his children was very painful to him.  For the first week, he shared real tears with me.  I saw when his children (my beloved grandchildren) came to stay the weekend, what a wonderful dad he is.  I saw how much wisdom he used in dealing with an argument they were having and how beautifully they responded to his wise and gentle counsel. 

It hurt me greatly that selfish, judging neighbours had to add to the hurt by putting their patch of grass before friendship and neighbourliness… before love… before caring for another human beings needs… and to shatter our dream of a back-wall gate with such a cutting, wagging, cruel tongue!  YES… I AM HURT!  Friendship meant NOTHING to her… I had thrown my pearls to swine yet again!
 
I will end with this powerful poem
I absolutely love this poem below.  I know that I share the same poems, etc. in more than one post, but those are what are important for me to illustrate what I’m saying on the day I write, and I’m sure not everyone reads all my (mostly long-winded) posts, so I feel it’s okay to repeat where necessary.  I hope you enjoy this one below… it’s beautiful to me.
 
Please Hear What I'm Not Saying
by Charles C. Finn
September 1966
 
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
 
Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
but don't be fooled,
for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command
and that I need no one,
but don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.
 
But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to, I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me,
that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.
 
So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.
 
I don't like hiding.
I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings--
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator--
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.
 
Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.
 
Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.
 
https://www.chabad.org/theJewishWoman/article_cdo/aid/4080792/jewish/A-Psychotherapists-Shema-in-Auschwitz.htm/fbclid/IwAR2D68KsanIbsYxL_iB5umEJdb9g2Wmdjv4p6VVWDj8rqmdc6qSUaEofcXc#utm_medium=page_tools&utm_content=desktop&utm_source=FB

​https://themighty.com/2017/08/life-impacting-symptoms-of-complex-post-traumatic-stress-disorder-ptsd/
 
https://themighty.com/2019/03/habits-living-with-complex-ptsd/?utm_source=newsletter_mental_health&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=newsletter_mental_health_2019-08-12&$deep_link=true
 
Thank you for sharing and for all those who read my blog posts.  I appreciate your support very much.
 
~ Panayiota

p.s. GOOD NEWS!
Good news is, that we have had our bathroom makeover done… I can’t wait to share about that.  I need more time to put some pictures together.  We have the most beautiful dream come true bathroom ever now and I am so grateful to my daughter and son in law for overseeing the purchasing choices and work on that… I love them so much!

Unsplash free photo by: M.T ElGassier

In 2009/2010, during the lasts stages of my therapy journey I was searching on FB for anyone who had information about certain people whose names I could remember from my past.  I also wanted to know if my abusive, child molester stepfather was still alive, because, after all the horrific flashbacks I’d experienced in therapy, I strongly felt that he should not be alive to hurt anymore children or destroy any more lives the way he hurt me and messed up my life so much… If he is still alive, he should be in jail… so it haunted me not knowing whether he was dead or alive! 
 
Yesterday, I saw on my Facebook notifications, messages from my mother!  Somehow, she found my posts on some random search page, from so long ago and responded.  She responded as if she was a stranger, even though my name was right there as I had asked the question. 
 
My reaction to seeing her name pop up on the notifications and reading her stranger responses to those three searches I wrote so many years ago, was extremely disturbing to me. 
 
I knew that I needed HELP immediately to process what was going on in my mind and body, because I was having such a strong negative reaction. 
 
There are people even very close family who have always favored my mother and have never believed anything we’ve told them about her, so I could not turn to them for help, so I sent a message to three people who I felt I could trust most to respond in the right way to help me in the moment… another hasn’t visited in a while, so I felt that perhaps he was too busy to reach out to.
 
I messaged in a disjointed way, because that’s how I was feeling
 
“HELP!  Mother contact on Facebook! I feel sick… frightened… shocked!”
 
It was truly a horrible shock for me to see her name pop up.  I did not even know until yesterday if she was still alive.  I think I was in a comfort zone of not knowing anything… because the not knowing anything was better than the KNOWING… the knowing (if she was dead), would have brought too much pain… (and that she was alive) … FEAR! 
 
SHE’S ALIVE!!!  DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!
 
One of the friends mentioned recently that her phone is broken, so I guess she never received my message.  My other friend was very helpful, in just listening and talking me through it. And the third was also very understanding and in acknowledging my fear without any judgment or doubt in what I was telling him, he made so much difference as well.
 
Our conversation after my HELP! message went something like this
 
Me
it’s on another page where you can search for people.  I was looking for people ages ago during my therapy journey.  I can’t believe my reaction… real fear… anger and tears… head tight and heart pounding!  Blood pressure up, I guess! (and very tired… deep sleep escape tired) But I will be okay… 
 
(Typical of me to add the last sentence, because I don’t want the person that I’m sharing with to worry too much after I’ve shared what’s worrying me so much!)
 
Me
My mother disappeared after practically telling me to F off in 2013 (on Mother’s Day when I was reaching out to her with my love).  I didn’t even know if she was still alive… so it was a huge shock!
 
Friend (His acknowledging and non-judgmental response)
Oh my, that must have been an extremely emotional experience – displacement – almost out-of-body
 
Me
IN 2009, I WROTE ON A SEARCHING FOR MISSING PEOPLE PAGE.  SHE MUST HAVE JUST FOUND IT.  RESPONDED LIKE A STRANGER WHO HAD INFORMATION FOR ME… AND I MUST CONTACT HER…
 
Friend
Very, very strange.
 
Me
Horrible beyond words… feeling panicked… even heart palpitations while I’m writing this to you… so I’d better get busy again!  Busy works 😊
 
Friend
And you’re not going to contact her, right?
 
Me
Right now, I can’t answer that… CAN’T BREATHE EITHER!
 
Instant sense of danger… like I’m imagining (intrusive thoughts), that she wants to know where I live so she can organize to kill me.  On the FB page I wrote that I was writing a book about my life and needed to know about or contact certain people…
 
I need my mentor.  I sent her a message, but she’s on Shabbat…
 
MUST WORK!
 
Friend
Well, you’re not in any danger
 
Me
You don’t know my mother… I’ve seen what she is capable of… very vengeful and powerful!!!
 
Friend
She knows nothing about your current life
 
Me
She might know everything!  That’s the scary part… I wonder if she has seen my blog and now wants to silence me… she’s seriously very dangerous…
 
Friend (still acknowledging my fear… which makes him one of my rare True Friends)
You can make a statement at a police station
 
Me
Who would believe me… she’s so clever… so manipulative… scary as HELL!
 
Friend
It would be the craziest story, I promise you.  And you have every right to do it.
 
Me (sent at the same time as he wrote and sent the above)
I think I need to take some Alzam to calm down… talking about her is making it worse.
 
Friend
Yes, do so.  The pill will work inside of 10 minutes
 
Me (in response to his “craziest story” comment)
Haahaahaaa!  Just what the doctor ordered!  You’re the best!  Feeling much better.  Paradoxical intention… you’d make a great logotherapist :D
 
Friend
Seriously though, if you have a genuine fear, lodge a statement and make it known that you have done this and hint as to what it contains
 
Me
Bless you dear friend
 
End of our conversation
 
I know that there are many out there who will not believe the extent of my fears or the reality of them… you never knew our mother like we knew her.
 
Part of me has longed for my mother’s love all my life… but the woman who scares me so much… I cannot let her near no matter what… too much of a threat to my safety (emotional and physical)
 
The only way I could accept her is if she is dying and I could nurse her for her last days here in this world.  I would love to do that for her (for me), to show her what true love really looks and feels like, even if I could never have it for myself from her.  She would not be a danger to me if she was on her death bed, and I could be her nurturing, loving daughter. I wish I could have that opportunity.  But while she lives free to work her dangerous games, I cannot trust her.  I imagine that now that she knows I’m writing a book; she will do everything in her power to manipulate the contents of my book, even by playing the loving mother cards to get what she wants from me.
 
No… I cannot and must not get involved with her now… I cannot trust her EVER!   
 
I made my decision.  I did Like her comments on the Facebook page to acknowledge her “stranger response” to my search.  But I won’t be contacting her.  I blocked her from looking at my Facebook page and that is about the best I can do to protect myself at this stage. 
 
My blood pressure is still up… still heart palpitations and headache… still deep sleep tired and FEAR!!!  Not feeling safe!
 
I don’t expect anyone else to believe me or understand… YOU NEVER LIVED WITH HER! Unless you’ve ever known RAW FEAR as a child… repeatedly over many years, continuing into your adulthood… how could you believe or understand what I was feeling yesterday and what is still haunting me today. 
 
She is very political… she will have contacts!  
 
SHE SILENCED ME ALL MY LIFE… I DON’T CARE HOW OLD SHE IS… SHE CAN AND WILL STILL FIND A WAY TO DO IT IF THAT’S HER PLAN!  MY FEAR IS REAL!
 
Yesterday I kept as busy as I could… my way of dealing with the HORROR inside of me.  I washed and cleaned, watered the garden, swept and washed some more.  Made a cake for my nephew… told my daughter about what had happened when she called, and she came straight over.  She is an incredible support and a true friend. We went to visit my Dad and gave my nephew his cake.  It was a lovely visit and I felt so much better afterwards, but when I came home, I just kept working… started to “cook for the nation”… mixed over 1 kilogram of mince with chopped onions, green peppers, garlic, and herbs… divided it and put rice into half of it for my youngest son.  We had bought a sack of gem squash the day before, so I filled 12 halves… six for my son and six for me and baked them.  They were still hot from the oven when he arrived home at 20h30… I’d only just sat down when he arrived home and even my dishes were washed already by then!  We ate two stuffed gem squash each, and they were delicious… and I packed the rest for the freezer.  The I divided the left-over mix for another meal another day and packed that also. 
 
Visiting and keeping busy helped me to get through yesterday.  The Alzam calming/relaxing tablet I took earlier in the day helped me so much and I even had a good night sleep thankfully. 
 
Thank you for sharing with me… (please Like my posts if you read them, even if they are not happy posts.  It helps me to feel as though I have friends out there walking by my side on my journey and I’m not alone.  I’m grateful for all who acknowledge my posts here… thank you so much)
 
~ Panayiota
 
P.s.  On my Greek Name Day, I went to visit at my dad’s house to celebrate my nephews 19th birthday with them all there.  It was such a lovely time, that it felt just like old times… like everything was back to how it was before, or at least as close as it’s ever going to get and that’s good enough for me right now.  When I arrived home, I was surprised to see that my green balloon was starting to shrivel… I imagined then, that it had done what it came to do… it had given me hope and helped me to hang on for as long as needed, and now it was going to leave me.  I loved that Green balloon and the comforting message of HOPE that it gave me to hold on…

JUST HOLD ON… THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE, NO MATTER WHAT.

I realised yesterday, that it’s easy to say things about what you believe and to believe things that you say, but it’s not always easy to live up to everything you profess to say or be.  TO WALK THE TALK!
 
I believe that Life tests us on our own beliefs to teach us and show us exactly where we “actually” stand in relationship to what we say and what we say we believe!  It’s up to us to respond to the tests that Life brings to us in whichever which way we feel best at the time and to accept the consequences or gifts that come from the results of our responses.
 
Yesterday I was tested
Anyone who lives in this country, knows how annoying beggars can be.  And entertaining a beggar is downright dangerous also!  If we stop to talk to someone at our driver’s window, it could be a distraction, for a thief sneaking up on the other side of the car, to break the passenger side window and steal a bag.  Practically every red robot that we stop at has beggars approaching the cars.  We have hijackings to fear too.  And if we give to a beggar who comes to our gate, there’s that chance that they take advantage of the fact that we are a giver, they might then keep coming until they totally wear us down, or become a danger to us, our family, our belongings, our pets (poisoning), etc.  That’s the truth about how it is in South Africa, so very often we avoid beggars to protect ourselves, our pets and our property.  Sometimes we even avoid acknowledging them by totally ignoring someone who comes to our car window, until they go away. 
 
I Just remembered a past test and its consequence while I was writing this
I always taught my children to at least smile at a beggar, or to say hello and politely say, “No thank you”… but, one day I was in a big hurry to get somewhere, and as we arrived at the robot, a beggar came close to my window and I immediately shewed him away with my hand.  As I did so, my car stalled and died!  Without being able to restart it, I then had to ask that same beggar for help and pay him!  I laugh about it now, but at the time, I learned a big lesson.  I had not walked my own talk and had to explain this to my children… a big lesson learned for by us all that day!
 
The old beggar
Anyway, yesterday I arrived home from collecting some printing that I needed to pack for a student’s study pack.  I noticed an old African lady walking past my house on the street.  As I drove into my driveway, I noticed her turning back towards my car.
 
Oh NO!  I thought immediately.  I was in a hurry to get the student’s study pack off; I didn’t need this nonsense now! 
 
As she approached my window, I felt annoyed and barely opened it (subconsciously protecting myself).  She started to speak… told me how she was struggling to feed her grandchildren and how she had gone to SASSA (government grants) the day before and…
 
Well, I couldn’t hear what she was saying, because I immediately noticed that she was struggling to speak… choking on her welling tears!  Real tears. 
 
I immediately felt compassion… especially as she mentioned SASSA… I know how horrible and dehumanizing that place can feel!  I opened my window fully and looked her in the eyes… in that moment, I wanted her to know that I was now with her… I was listening to her plea.  She had my full attention.
 
She quickly wiped her tears away and tried to speak, but I still wasn’t getting what she was trying to say and her tears just kept flowing.  I told her I’d bring her some bread and said she could wait by the tree outside my yard. 
 
I drove into my carport, and in those few seconds, everything changed inside of me… I felt a strong call, to live my thoughts and walk my talk!
 
So, before closing the gate, I asked her if she’d like to come inside and she did.
 
I invited the old woman into my home and got her to sit comfortably in my lounge.  She chose my chair with all the comfy cushions on it… it must have looked irresistible to her and I felt happy about that.  I offered her tea and she accepted.  I gave her tea and rusks and while she was enjoying that, I made sandwiches, which she said she’d rather take home for the children.  Used almost the whole loaf of bread that was left over after making my youngest son sandwiches for work in the morning. 
 
I chatted with the old lady whilst packing her sandwiches, and a bottle of cooldrink, and some biscuits, some tissues for her tears (which had now dried, but, should she need them somewhere else), a few vegetables, etc. I also took the only money I had in my bag, R10 and a small pile of change.  I found a nice big material shopping back to put all the stuff into, so that she could hold everything more easily. 
 
She asked me for one thing only while I as doing this for her… she asked if I had any soap for her.  (Thinking about that now, makes me want to cry for her… bless her).  So, of course, I gave her soap… a whole lot of what I could spare and even one of my new Dove bars.
 
Before she left, I asked if she needed the bathroom, pointing at my own… which she did.  I was coming out of my bedroom as she was coming out of the bathroom.  I could see the most incredible gratitude in her eyes… a beautiful smile on her face… she reached out to touch me on my shoulder while she was thanking me.  I had the impression she wanted to hug me.  I saw her to the gate… I had thought about that hug on the way to the gate and did not want to deny it.  I reached over to touch her on the shoulder as she was about to leave… and in that  moment, all fear, all colour, all separation fell away… it was a totally beautiful and spiritual moment as we both embraced and she kissed me on my neck, saying she was going to tell her children about today and thanked me over and over as she walked away with her bag full of goodies.
 
A MOST BEAUTIFUL MOMENT IN TIME!
 
She could have been my mother
Something crossed my mind that made the whole situation that much more special for me personally, as I imagined, that that dear old lady, could have been my mother… she was certainly someone’s mother… someone loves her.  Why should an old lady like that, at least in her 70’s or 80’s, I was sure, have to be walking the streets and begging for help.  Breaks my heart to even think about what she is going through to survive. 
 
My mother knew that I hated being kissed on the neck!  I really hated it so much… so she’d always do it to me and think it was funny!
 
I realised that the little old lady kissed me on the neck, because she was so short and she wanted to leave her loving kiss behind for me.
 
But, was it a coincidence only… or was it a part of the beautiful gift I received yesterday as I imagined that this dear old lady, could easily have been my mother too. 
 
Life surely does have a way of testing us and I pray that I passed my test.
 
I realise that by speaking about it, I deprive myself of further blessings… but I had to share this story with you all… I wanted to share about “Walking the talk”, because I feel it is such an important message at this time… and I also wanted to share about “Life tests”… So, yes, I might have deprived myself of any further blessings, but at the same time, I am totally satisfied with the blessings I received already yesterday, by doing the right thing, according to my own conscience and spiritual dimension working together for good.  It was my moment… it was the old lady’s moment… it was a TRULY SACRED moment where the TRUE and UNCONDITIONAL LOVE I always speak of was shared between two human beings… strangers… spiritual sisters… even a beautiful image and moment in time, of a loving mother and nurtured/nurturing child.
 
I am reminded of the bible verse:
 
Hebrews 13:2 ~ King James Version (KJV)
“Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”
 
I truly felt as though I’d been touched by an angel yesterday.  I felt as though, in some strange and miraculous way, I was able to give my own mother the love I’ve always longed to give freely to her.  I am sure my own mother is still alive… but who knows.  I dread the day someone calls to let me know she’s died.  I think that will be too painful for me to bear, because it will mean, that all hope of ever having my mother’s love will be forever gone from this worldly existence.  As things are now, I guess that in reality, all I have left to hope in as far is she is concerned, is that there will come a time when I get to Heaven also, and that somehow… some way, things will all be sorted out then and I will at last, have the true and loving relationship I’ve always longed for with my mother.  A part of me feels resentful about all the years she deprived this child (me) of her mother’s love… but I do believe that even those resentments will be sorted out in Heaven… all things will be sorted out and will come right there.
 
“How should I have interpreted such a “coincidence” other than as a challenge to live my thoughts instead of merely putting them on paper?” (Frankl, 2008, p.119) ~ Man’s Search for Meaning
 
Feeling the LOVE!
 
Thank you for sharing this beautiful story with me.
 
~ Panayiota
 
P.s. Today is my Greek Name Day, and as I wrote on Facebook: (shortened)
 
It's my Greek Name Day today... I AM PANAYIOTA!
 
My beloved Greek (step) mom used to wish me Happy Name Day every year, and if she was near, I'd always get a chocolate... it was so special and I will always love her for acknowledging my true identity so beautifully and helping me to feel like I BELONGED.
 
She was the only person who ever consistently called me by my name. I now introduce myself by my true name, Panayiota (named after my Greek yiayia (grandma) on my dad's side), and our newer Logotherapy students know me by that name and it's wonderful to me!
 
I wanted to honour my name and to actually hear it being called, before I died. I don't want it to only ever be recognised on my Gravestone.
 
I also love that I have found the beautiful meaning for my name and know that I need to work hard to live up to it to make my Greek mom and Greek yiayia proud of me.
 
I didn't realise I actually had three Greek Name Days every year... 2 February, 15 August and 26 December! I'm going to be hoping for sugar free chocolates each time... end of story! 😅
 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panagiotis?fbclid=IwAR2yJvD_e71dqUlah3kVeYB_-7GfXjkmSeBK5dKzAHYoJkdXT6CTeZ9fUJ4

​I’m quite sure that some of my readers will tire of my going on about the same things over and over.  But I believe so strongly that when a wounded person is deliberately deprived of another’s portion of love and connection as a result of negative judgement against the wounded person, they are then thrown into a deepened and sometimes an even dangerous state of hopelessness and prolonged suffering and in a sense, abject loneliness (even in a crowd), that hugely hinders their healing, sometimes even until the point of no return and/or even addiction and death.
 
I have been silenced all my life… but no more!  I now write on behalf of others out there whose voices have also been silenced as a result of abuse… may you find your own voice soon.

​Those of us who have been accused of being in the so called “wrong place” according to the harsh and often twisted judgments of others, can be helped most through love and connection from the “right places” … according to me.  Right  places meaning… where love should be coming from… family, churches, friends, work colleagues and organisations that are equipped to encourage and uplift the so called “lost” (evil wrong doers)… and not by expecting the “lost” to be as they are, but rather by totally accepting the wounded one in their uniqueness and their brokenness, with open arms of genuine love, and a will to assist them on their healing journey… understanding that only the unique person can find their own way to healing, and we as their loved ones, mentors, teachers, helpers, counsellors… whatever, are there only to love and uplift and help to open the necessary doors to the REAL & DEEPEST NEEDS of the wounded or different than we are, one in front of us. 
 
“Experiential values are blessings we receive from life.  Experiential values are manifested in what is good, beautiful and true. We open up to what is good, beautiful and genuine.  These things (values) call forth our appreciation; they involve us in a committed way.  The greatest experiential value, however, is love.  Love brings us in vital touch with ourselves and with others whom we experience in all their uniqueness and specialness.  Love can fill us with limitless devotion and arouse feelings of deep caring and responsibility.” (Shantall, 2003, p. 40) ~ The Quest for Destiny
 
It is not for us to decide what will FIX anyone… but rather to humbly open our hearts and minds, in an effort to freely give to them what they truly need for their healing journey, to help them to find the needed strength and courage to FIX THEMSELVES. 
 
Love and connection are so important with genuine, consistent, (convincing and believable), unconditional LOVE being the most powerful healer of all.
 
https://upliftconnect.com/opposite-addiction-connection/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_General_Theory_of_Love (I would like a copy of this book)

​Logotherapy is very helpful for those who need to find their own way through their struggles… especially when they find themselves very much alone in the world… and for especially those who have lost trust in the world due to having been so harshly judged by others and already condemned to hell’s burning flames by some!
 
“Logotherapy tries to make the patient fully aware of his own responsibleness; therefore, it must leave to him the option for what, to what, or to whom he understands himself to be responsible.  That is why a Logotherapist is the least tempted of all psychologists to impose value judgements on his patients, for he will never permit the patient to pass to the doctor the responsibility of judging.” (Frankl 2008: 114) ~ Man’s Search for Meaning
 
“It is, therefore, up to the patient to decide whether he should interpret his life task as being responsible to society or to his own conscience.   There are people, however, who do not interpret their own lives merely in terms of a task assigned to them but also in terms of the taskmaster who has assigned it to them.” (Frankl 2008:114) ~ Man’s Search for Meaning
 
“Logotherapy is neither teaching nor preaching.  It is as far removed from logical reasoning as it is from moral exhortation.  To put it figuratively, the role played by a Logotherapist is that of an eye specialist rather than that of a painter.  A painter tries to convey to us a picture of the world as he sees it; an ophthalmologist tries to enable us to see the world as it really is.” (Frankl 2008:114-115) ~ Man’s Search for Meaning
 
Having come through many years of struggle, with the experience of being judged harshly over and over by those who never really tried to understand or accept my differences, or feared my differences, etc., I have come to understand how destructive the judgments of others can be on the wounded souls of this world.  Judgement causes us to put on defensive armour to disguise our pain resulting in protective anger… (see picture-quote below) … judgement causes us to lose trust and separates us, we might then withdraw (resulting in abject loneliness and aloneness)… 

(Until you know how this feels, don’t even try to answer the questions below, because you more than likely won’t have a clue!)
 
Lost trust, suffocating trapped anger and abject loneliness
Where could or does that take us to?
What choices do we make to end the pain of living like that?
 
Many people find more destructive ways of dealing with the pain of lost trust, trapped anger and loneliness, (ultimately leading to being even further judged by the world that should have loved and stood by us in the first place).
 
Are we still alone to blame for where we end up, or does some responsibility for our heading into “wrong places” or to our demise rest also on the shoulders of those who weren’t there for us when they should have and could have been?
 
STANDBY ABSUERS is what I call them!
 
Without someone who could see our uniqueness and authenticate our worth, and loved and cared enough to help us to see our own strengths and worth, which would surely help us to live our best lives, (even without the trust for, or love from, or connection with those others who should have always been there, standing by our side), how on earth could we easily find our own way to taking responsibility for our lives and behaviours, etc.  If the world tells us we're not good, we might believe that we are no good.
 
REJECTION makes the whole journey that much harder for the wounded person… it delays and hinders our growth and healing… it sets us on “wrong paths”… we become “lost”… and lost and lonely hurts like hell, because it hurts us on a spiritual level.
 
“An abnormal reaction to an abnormal situation is normal behaviour” (Frankl, 2006, p. 20). 
  
“Something meaningful draws us out of ourselves – it enlarges our vision, enriches us and causes us to grow: to become bigger and better than we are.  Frankl quoted Goethe as saying: “If we take a man as he is, we make him worse; if we take him as he ought to be, we help him become it” (Shantall, 2002, p. 19) ~ Life’s Meaning in the Face of Suffering

​Example of all I’ve been trying to explain above

With all the changes about to happen at work, with us going fully online with our Logotherapy students training as from next year, I have on one hand felt so excited about it, knowing that this will be a good step forward for our Logotherapy institute and the people we serve now and will serve in the future.  We are in the process of announcing the exciting new changes to the whole world, so that all who would like to study with the institute and become a part of our wonderful Logotherapy family, can be welcomed with open arms. 
  
Anyway, with all the changes, our mentor has been working out who will do what… trainers and their duties, etc.  She sent a letter to us all, and in it, my name was down for inclusion as an online webinar trainer… I NEARLY FAINTED!  Went straight into panic mode… instant tears of genuine fear… imagining that my job was over with, because I’d reached as far as I could go with it, and there was nothing more I could do to make any difference… so, I reacted on my panic, by writing the following letter…
 
Letter to my mentor and our training team (with an ever growing sense of freedom and trust to express myself authentically to them)
 
Dear (mentor) and all... you have got me RUNNING at the very thought of live chat with students, and needing to respond to questions, etc.  This is NOT my strength at all, and I don't believe it ever will be.  Maybe I first need to understand what is meant by webinar... if they can and even can't see me and if they ask me questions... it's already OVER... I cannot respond.  My colleague will be holding all the weight and I would be an embarrassed dead weight for this.  I am only able to write... I need lots of time to get my thoughts together.  I can prepare for webinars... present on webinars a prepared subject... and I could create charts, write poems/stories and PowerPoints, etc. around areas that I see the students need more understanding, but I CANNOT ANSWER QUESTIONS.  That's already a given... it's never going to change.  It is the curse that I've been stuck with since my childhood... a curse that has kept me from being a full trainer in the first place!  NOPE... I'm not even going to chance going there.  There would be too much expectation of responsibility and that's when I run, because I only have so much to give and NO MORE!  I'm also wondering how I would cope with marking portfolios, etc. if there were hundreds of people from all over the world registered... I have to be honest... this is scaring me half to death here! I love and fully support the whole online thing, but I can't imagine how I'm going to cope with MORE... it's too scary to make any promises right now or to commit myself to something I know I will not be able to do or keep up with.  I can sacrifice financially, because we've always been taken care of no matter what, but I can't give more of what I don't believe I have.  I'm so sorry... please forgive me for being the weak link... I am doing my best already... I don't know how I could do any better than this and answering questions I DO KNOW I CAN'T DO... I'm sorry to let you all down like this... 

My mentor’s incredibly strengthening Logotherapeutic response brought tears of relief and absolute gratitude to my eyes, because her words put me back into my sense of being completely and utterly accepted in my uniqueness and personal abilities—just as I am… She immediately gave me back my sense of self-worth and took away my brokenness and stupidness tears, replacing them with tears of gratitude, respect, hope and love… she had in just a few words, strengthened me with a will and determination to keep moving forward, with all that I am uniquely capable of doing, without holding onto the shame of not being like the others, or being able to do as they do.  She helped me to feel okay to be me again!
 
Dear Pan,
 
You are NOT letting us down, only making everything clearer.  And here we go again with what is awesomely happening throughout the development of these courses:  as soon as, no, IMMEDIATELY after a suggestion has been made, it is CONFIRMED!  When I responded to our colleagues suggestion of diagrammatic illustrations of the course, saying that it is EXACTLY your forte, here you answer (the very next e-mail I open) to say that that is what you can and want to do and no more.  NO MORE is exactly right!  We each have a UNIQUE role.  The one is not a replica or a replacement of another. No one can take the place of another or take over what they are doing.  The torch is passed to each NEW generation!  
 
We are meant to work TOGETHER.  Each part is needed to form a coherent and magnificent whole!  You are right, you are NOT a trainer and that will NEVER be your role.  YOU ARE TOO IMPORTANT ELSEWHERE!!  I want all of us to stop thinking about ourselves in a negative light.  That you were "shut up" as a child and therefore, out of fear, never gained the confidence to speak outright and forthrightly, is not a curse BUT A BLESSING.  It shaped your talents, prepared your space to occupy.  IT SERVED YOU. Hell opens up heaven's doors!  It was a terrible wrong, yes, and it evoked so much fear, but now, as we recognize that the wrong was simply decapitated in making it serve what is right for you, the curse is turned into a blessing!  It takes the sting out of making you a victim of wrong.  YOU ARE NOT A VICTIM, BUT THROUGH LIBERALIZATION, CAN STEP OUT OF YOUR FEARS AS A VICTOR!  There is no need for fear anymore.  The meaning of your life is at the Head of things now.  Having been brought through the worst, the best is serving you now.  You have meaning at your side.  EVEN NOW YOUR FEARS SERVE YOU:  THEY SHOW YOU WHERE NOT TO GO AND, IN DOING SO, FREES YOU TO WHERE, IN FACT, YOU SHOULD BE GOING!
 
Hallelujah!

​I once wrote:
 
STAND BY ME
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Those who stood by me, they're the ones
Who I'll remember all my days through
The ones that truly believed in me
It's their love that’s true
 
They're the ones that I will share my future dreams with
The ones that I will turn to if ever again I need
They can know my fears and disappointments
It's their love that gave me the strength to endure and succeed
 
Thank you Lord for I was never left alone
Thank you for these friends so very dear
They took away my pain and made me strong
They never gave up and were always there to help and hear
 
I will love them with my deepest gratitude
I will honour them when I remember these days
I will hold them in my heart so very dear
Because of their friendship and steadfast loving ways
 
~ Panayiota

(14th August 1998 – For Porky and Ra, Roy and Hester, Carol (G) and Hazel, Jonathan and my other children, Doris, Michael and Charles, Shev and Greg, Anne and Alec, Emmy, Marius and Dasie, the Youngs, Freeda, Liz, Radio Good News, Brendan and Carol (W), Dave and Breeze.)
 
(It’s good to look back on my old poems and to see some of the names I ascribed with them.  Just a moment in time when these names memorialised below this poem, made so much difference in helping me to get through a most difficult time.)
 
A LISTENING EAR
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You listened when I needed someone to hear
You didn’t interrupt or interfere
You helped me unload my heavy burden
When I was miserable and uncertain
Your reassuring words and friendly smile
Eased my pain for a little while
A friend in need is a friend indeed
And you were there when I had a need
Thank you for being a listening ear
You lifted my spirit when you were near
If I should feel sad, ever again
I hope someone like you will be there to hear my pain
 
~ Panayiota
(July 06, 1995 – To the Wordsworth Tuck Shop ladies, especially Val)
 
Another time I wrote:
 
NO ONE’S LISTENING!
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No one’s listening!  No one’s listening
No one hears or understands
No one’s listening!  No one’s listening
No one cares; no reaching hands
 
All alone I’m bound to travel
The vast reaches of this earth
What is the meaning of my life here
What was the purpose of my birth
 
Why is this battle so endless
When will it ever stop
Will I be judged as a success someday
Or will I forever be judged as a flop
 
Will no one see the real me
Will no one know me true
Will I forever roam this earth
Alone and judged by you
 
When will someone believe in me
Or understand my way
I long for the love of true friendship
To uplift me each new day
 
But no one’s listening-No one hears
All alone I’m bound to be
No reaching hands to show who cares
Because no one’s listening to me
 
~ Panayiota
(22 February 2003)
 
HE’S WORTH IT!
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Here we go again
“Get over it!  Get on with it!” You say
“Find a job!  Move on!
Find your own way!”
No thought of his insecurities
No thought of his fears
No thought of his lack of confidence
No thought for all his sad years
No thought of who he really is
Deep, deep down inside
He needs ‘good friends’
He’s worth the effort
His faith in life has died
He’s worth it!  He’s worth it
He’s worth our every hug
Please don’t just sit back untouched
This young man needs our love
Every ounce of energy we have to spare
Could draw him back to life
Could hold him near…
Cast out his fear
He’s worth it.  I plead.  He’s worth it
He’s worth every little bit
Let us work to save him please
And lift him from the dreadful pit
For where he is right now
It’s so lonely and dark
And it’s as dreary as can be
A place where disappearing and death
Is the only way out he can see
 
Please help him; he’s worth it
Please!  Please help him!
 
~ Panayiota
(17 July 2005)
 
(My plea for you dear Dino, with all my love, Aunty Pan – Young friend with an addiction to heroin, who I did my best to love and help, when I could, and when he wanted more than anything to be helped)  I hope I made some difference for good.

I once wrote:  
 
Our Inner Voice
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“Our inner voice – (noetic dimension / spiritual dimension) – is what should guide us.  Church and other religious teachings can inspire us to be good or do better, but what’s inside of us, our own conscience and unique spirit, working in alignment with one another, is the true voice we should be listening to, because that’s “The TRUE Voice of Heaven within” and not one distorted by the opinions and judgments of the world”
 
~ Panayiota
(30 December 2013)
 
THE NOTES IN A BEAUTIFUL SONG
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Sometimes God allows us to leave the right path for a time
So, we’ll find out way Back on our own
And we often find out that the new path we’re on
Leaves us battered and naked, alone
 
Our true path can only be found high above
Leading to the top of our Mountain of Hope
There’s often a great struggle to find it there
Sometimes hidden on a steep mountain slope
 
So, although it appears, we may have lost our true way
God knows that it still lies ahead
For the journey’s not over and can never be
‘Till we’ve taken our very last breath
 
So, don’t judge the path another might take
We can’t see their beginning or end
Only God knows the path we each need
And He’s plotted every forest and bend
 
We cannot force others to travel our way
Or expect them to know what we mean
If they haven’t been sent on the paths of our lives
Or seen all the things that we’ve seen
 
God counts every hair on the head of each child
Appointing each child an “unique task”
He helps us along and supplies every need
Though we often forget to ask
 
If we just opened our eyes to His presence each day
No matter the path others are on
We’ll learn to accept that each soul on this earth,
Is exactly where each belong...
 
♪  ...LIKE THE NOTES IN A BEAUTIFUL SONG... ♪
 
When the notes come together in harmony and grace
A beautiful tune is played
By accepting with faith, the path of each child
God’s Love is exquisitely portrayed
 
~ Panayiota
(9th June 2013)
 
We need each other
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“Each of us is so unique and should be loved and accepted in our uniqueness. We all have something to give to the world... we all have something we need to receive from the world... WE NEED EACH OTHER”
 
~ Panayiota
(29 December 2013)
 
Thank you for sharing with me.  Please write and let me know if you identify with anything I share, or if my sharing is helpful in any way. 
 
~ Panayiota
 
p.s. If anyone is interested in a follow up to what happened to the whole “Christmas in July” debacle that I wrote about in my last blog post, you can take a look at this:
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https://christmasinjulyfail.home.blog/?fbclid=IwAR0mXrsn4tTgM4_uuyi_HiigCDorkabhC1lDaDeISFCUhNkXhB8SjxrGYHk

​My youngest son and I went to “Christmas in July” at the Botanical gardens last night... SUCH A HUGE DISAPPOINTMENT!  
 
For a brief moment in time, I tapped into my Patty dimension again... feeling excited about the promise of snow, father Christmas, beautiful lights, Christmas music, etc.  (Patty has such a magical imagination and excited-joy connected to it!)
 
But all there was, was darkness... some Christmas lights along the path, but not enough to take away the eerie darkness.  There was a boring, skinny father Christmas whose suit was too big, so he was pulling up his pants all the time... a clown as his sidekick... Patty’s scared of clowns since her childhood (another story).  And there was a small snow thingy that blew bubbles of foam all over us... people standing in line to get under it, because it was so small... WHY?
 
Nothing at all like the wonderful advert that attracted us to go there in the first place!
 
A few tiny food stalls included... like the flea market stalls... one stall with two weed plants for decoration and selling weed products! So it's not that I've got anything against medicinal weed... I believe if used correctly, it's magic... hahahaa! I said...if used correctly... but please... weed advertised at a CHRISTMAS event... somehow that just doesn't fit with my idea of a Christmas where parents were bringing their little children to.
 
There was so much darkness on the path we walked, which served only to remind me of the darkness of my last Christmas when so much was going wrong in my life and my family dynamics (both my logo-family and my own family)... it was the darkness of last Christmas that succeeded to banish Patty away into her “safe place” of darkness and solitude inside, and I’ve not been able to find her ever since then.  There were not enough lights last night to bring her back... she could not enjoy the few that were there... I felt her fear of the darkness that surrounded us...
 
My two most recent poems were:
 
Bound and Unfree
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I think I’ve lost Patty
She’s gone away
The part of me that could FEEL
And begged me to play
But too many disappointments
Too much pain
Too much lost love
So she’s gone again
Where has she gone to
I do not know
She brought so much sadness
But also her youthful glow
I’m lost without her
I’m empty inside
A thick fog of hurt
Covers the place where she hides
She may as well be dead there
Wherever “there” be
Staring blankly into the fog
Bound and unfree
 
~ Panayiota
(24 June 19)
 
Patty’s Hurting
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I’m hurting today – (Patty’s hurting)
I’m hurting for all the people that Patty loved and lost
The people that sit in my memory like haunting ghosts
I wish I could make them all go away
To stop the pain
To end this day
But Patty just can’t stop loving them
So the suffering goes on…
and on, and on, and on
Because without their love in return
Patty’s still lost and so alone somewhere.
 
~ Panayiota Ryall
(11 July 2019)
 
My experience of Christmas in July last night managed to trigger my deepest struggle and disturbed me so much that I got less than 5 hours sleep last night and an almost completely wasted day due to overwhelming tiredness.  I managed two hours sleep during the morning, but I still feel as though I’m wondering lost somewhere, trying to see through the darkness.
 
 
Oh… I can just hear "them" now as they read what I’ve written about “darkness”... I can just hear them going on about how their satan must have possessed me...
 
(This is the haunting that remains after what my therapist did!  We both were in Christian churches dammit… I did not judge hers, but she hated mine and I was “the devil’s child” for belonging to it… for not giving into her relentless demands of changing to hers!)
 
Patty can't exist with rejection and without LOVE, because it was believing in love and being loved that kept Patty going through her difficult childhood. 
 
It makes me so sad to see how people glorify their satan and give it so much space, instead of JUST LOVING UNCONDITIONALLY... There is so much POWER and HEALING in LOVE... yet they prefer to give all that power to their satan and it becomes their everyday talk.
 
I never want Christmas again... it's been broken in me... the magic is gone!  Patty’s gone!
 
Patty may as well be dead!  She’s sick and tired of being treated as if she’s “satan’s child!!!”  My therapist did that to me… I was her “satan’s child” and her relentless, fanatical pushing still goes on and on in this horrible judging world where people are so busy with believing in their satan that they’ve forgotten how to believe in OUR Father in Heaven’s LOVE.
 
LOVE IS MY RELIGION!
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When you’re looking for satan in people,  
Then satan YOU will find
For YOUR very thoughts will create him there
And the ones YOU accuse YOU will bind
 
When you’re looking for LOVE in people
Then HEAVEN will come to earth
For your very thoughts will create GOODNESS
And a beautiful HEALING rebirth.
 
I’M LOOKING FOR THE LOVE IN YOU
PLEASE STOP LOOKING FOR A SATAN IN ME
 
~ Panayiota
(26 July 2019)
 
Gratefully, my oldest son came to supper the night before last to celebrate his 40th birthday with me and we enjoyed each other’s company so much… My daughter visited today which was wonderful… My middle son hugged me tight when he came to pick up my three grandchildren, and I got to speak to my other three grandchildren over the phone when I called to wish their mommy happy birthday this afternoon… and my youngest son has just arrived home from work.  Then to add a really special touch, my mentor and her dear husband sent their love via WhatsApp… So, my day has ended being reminded and knowing that I am loved and has given me the wonderful opportunity to feel and give of my love also.  My love needs an outlet so that I can thrive.
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My Green balloon (blog post: 21/4/2019) is surprisingly still holding fast… the message I feel is for me to hold fast also, in hope and faith and in LOVE… my true and unconditional LOVE… to never, ever give up on TRUE LOVE, or my BELIEFS, or my DREAMS.

I’m tired and off to sleep.  Goodnight beautiful world.
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~ Panayiota.

15 July 2019

From Graham
Hi Panayiota
Here is my view of your dream. I thought I would put it to you first and we could possibly look at a discussion around my interpretation.
 
In your first dream, I felt that the faun was you. The baby was looking for acceptance and love, but, your fear and assumption of the wrath of the “Mother” pushed you away from her. Also, it seems that you got to a point where you were protecting your children from an assumed nemesis (you couldn’t see her with your eyes closed) and instead of facing your fear and informing the “Mother” that the faun needed love / fun / light, you allowed your fear (based on your unfortunate past experiences) to dominate.
 
I do understand how difficult it is to break the bonds created by experienced hardship and suffering, yet to be triumphant, you need to face the “Mother” and tell her the reality as you see it and give her love as well. The door is an escape hatch - and it is not being opened because you need to grab your fear and pain and pour love and light into the situation. In the words of the scripture you need to “smite them hip and thigh”.
 
In as much as you said in the preamble that the dreams come and are remembered when you are ready for them.
 
One of the things I read about many years ago is that it is your dream. You are in control. I know it’s easier said than done, but maybe in a fear situation, manifest someone to support you and help you view the dreamscape through alternate eyes.
 
Hope this helps a bit
Graham
 
Panayiota
Good morning Graham,  
 
I'm going to go through your letter below now in blue within your text, so hopefully I can respond with gratitude now for your time in sharing with me.  Thank you so much.  
 
I often avoid facing letters like yours, because I am basically on my own now and find it the ONLY safe place for me, because I do not trust anyone to tell me how to be anymore, not after what my therapist did, but I am graciously in the moment trusting you right now as a true and caring friend, but if you pushed it, we might not be friends anymore, because I find it very hard to hold onto trust these days, and I'm in that place of "you love me for who I am... EXACTLY AS I AM... do not try to change me... Love me or leave me!" and that stands for loved ones, close family... EVERYBODY!  So, I do realise that it's a very dangerous place to be, but that's where I am after ONE MORE ENORMOUS HURT AND LOSS TOO MUCH! What my therapist did will be forever unforgivable to me, because it was, THE LAST STRAW! So, basically, I will not accept anymore therapising from anyone, because TRUST IS SHATTERED IN THIS WORLD... I DO NOT BELONG HERE... I TRUST ONLY MY GOD IN HEAVEN... I AM HERE STILL, ONLY TO FINISH MY LIFE TASK AND PASS ON WHAT I HAVE TO GIVE FROM THE "ME AS I AM TODAY", TO HELP OTHERS IN MY OWN UNIQUE WAY AND IN THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HOW AND WITH MY TRUE LOVE AND A WILL TO SHARE.  >>>
 
Graham’s letter with my responses in blue
Hi Panayiota
 
Here is my view of your dream. I thought I would put it to you first and we could possibly look at a discussion around my interpretation.
 
In your first dream, I felt that the faun was you. The baby was looking for acceptance and love, but, your fear and assumption of the wrath of the “Mother” pushed you away from her. Also, 

Absolutely... I identified with the foal as  my inner-child Patty who is the little me... the victim me... the part that learned that love could not ever really be trusted, and that loving myself was not even allowed, because we had to love our mother more... she made herself our god and if she was happy, we had to be happy... if she was sad, we had to be sad with her, etc.... long story, but we were not allowed to have our own identity or feelings... we were forced to be totally enmeshed with hers and we did what was expected of us immediately and precisely... it was do or die!) 

it seems that you got to a point where you were protecting your children from an assumed nemesis (you couldn’t see her with your eyes closed) and instead of facing your fear and informing the “Mother” that the faun needed love / fun / light, you allowed your fear (based on your unfortunate past experiences) to dominate. 

YIP... she still has her ALMIGHTY-godly-superpowers over me!  Even did a confrontation with her in therapy which was a HUGE and positive turning point in my life... but yet, she still RULES... I cannot shake her ALL POWERFUL and overly CONTROLLING, DOMINATING scripts in my life
 
I do understand how difficult it is to break the bonds created by experienced hardship and suffering, yet to be triumphant, you need to face the “Mother” and tell her the reality as you see it and give her love as well. 

Done the facing her... and even at the place of loving and understanding her for her choices and mourning the fact that SHE WILL NOT allow us to love her back (SHE DISOWNED US! CUT US OFF!), but I will never condone the choices she made as a parent... only God has the power to forgive her for that and it is NOT MY TASK and should not be expected.  Expecting me to forgive her is the same as telling my abused inner child, just after she's been beaten half to death by her mother, to tell her she's forgiven.  NOPE... that's not going to happen, because there's NO HEALING FOR THE INNER-CHILD IN THAT... that's why I stand by the words... "CHRISTIANS KILL THEIR OWN WOUNDED", because there's no understanding of the reality of trauma and what religious fanaticism is forcing on those who are trying to heal.  I know you never mentioned forgiveness, but that's where your comment took me to... because my therapist nearly succeeded in killing me with her relentless religious pushing and condemning me to the burning hell fires if I did not convert to her religion.  And she got away with it... nobody believed my side of the story... the people who stood by  her and believed her only added to my anguish… “standby abusers”… people I would NEVER have expected to turn on me in favour of her… She was so clever... I was the "SICK client"... and she was the ALL-POWERFUL therapist... MOTHER WON YET AGAIN!!!  MOTHER BEAT ME ONCE MORE! 

But even without forgiving what she has done, I could and DO still love her on a different level, and genuinely mourn not being able to nurture her in her old age (my sister mourns her also)... I could show her how it was meant to be so that she leaves this world without doubt about what TRUE AND UNCONDITIONAL LOVE should have been like for her children.  I reached out to love her on Mother's Day 2013... it was her final rejection... SHE WILL NOT ALLOW HER CHILDREN TO LOVE HER... so, she is gone now and I no longer have a way to reach her, because she's made herself unreachable!  END OF STORY!  The door is an escape hatch - and it is not being opened because you need to grab your fear and pain and pour love and light into the situation. In the words of the scripture you need to “smite them hip and thigh”.  Love is how I've always worked and chosen to handle every single situation... NOT HATE OR BITTERNESS... but when someone does not understand how hard we tried as her children and how many times she rejected our love... they provoke anger and bitterness in me, because they remind me that SHE WOULD NOT HAVE US... SHE WOULD NOT ACCEPT OUR LOVE... IT WAS HER IN ALL "HER BITTERNESS" THAT HATED US!
 
In as much as you said in the preamble that the dreams come and are remembered when you are ready for them.  

YES... but the current dream is only provoked by current situations to help me to see how the past still affects the NOW and how to face things NOW with more perspective and less hurt which has risen from connecting the NOW with the past that was triggered.  Knowing how the past still affects my present, I am able to choose different ways of perceiving and reacting, deal with the real emotions that are triggered, etc.  So, it's like putting all the puzzle pieces into their right positions and context.  What happened in my past is always going to affect me... but what I do with it NOW is what's important and that's why the dream interpretation is helpful NOW to deal with NOW!
 
One of the things I read about many years ago is that it is your dream. You are in control. I know it’s easier said than done, but maybe in a fear situation, manifest someone to support you and help you view the dreamscape through alternate eyes. 

Logotherapy Dream Interpretation works so well for me... it has helped me make sense of many difficulties and even make sense of myself.  For now it is all I need to gain the perspective and guidance I need and has even changed my life, as with the dream I had in 2010 I think it was... doing a dream interpretation on that one, which I now present on, changed the direction of my life completely and brought not only healing to me, but also to certain members of my family who that dream involved.  LDI is an extremely powerful technique that has helped many of my clients also.  Sometimes, others and my clients see some aspect of the dream that I never saw, and that's helpful also in the LDI context, but in the end, only the client themselves will know the true meaning of their dream.  I can only guide them to find their own answers.  I am grateful for finding my own answers to my dreams... they are enough to shift my direction and attitude and bring meaning that helps me through my difficult times. I will continue on my journey of researching my own life, behaviours, etc. with a Logotherapy perspective and guidance, and appreciate the articles and ideas that you share, that help me to make more informed choices and decisions about my life to aid in my personal healing journey.  I only take from life and from all my learning, what I feel will be helpful for my journey, and I share what I can in the hopes of helping others with either their own journeys, or to understand me, or people like myself a whole lot  better. I was silenced all my life, and I refuse to  be silenced anymore... my blog is my LOUDEST SHOUT to the world now, and I PRAY THAT MY MESSAGE WILL BE HEARD AND WILL MAKE AT LEAST SOME DIFFERENCE FOR GOOD AND HEALING IN THIS WORLD.
 
Hope this helps a bit
Graham
 
Thanks Graham, for being there and for all you share and your time and support on the two FB pages I try to keep up with and my blog.  I am very grateful to you.  I'd ask please that you don't get too caught up in trying to FIX me, because that could create loss... and I would love for you to stick around for a bit longer because you have already made a difference in the short time I've known you. So... can I use this conversation on my blog, but without names if you prefer... I need people to understand better where I'm coming from. Have a very blessed day.
 
Graham
Hi my friend
 
Sorry I scratched on some old wounds … that was not my intention. Also – I am not trying to “fix” you – it is just part of me that I reach out to people who have a perceived need.
 
Please feel free to post the conversation – no anonymity required (LOL)
 
Hope you have an amazing day.
 
G
 
Panayiota
I thought as much, and I believe you are genuine and can be trusted.  I just needed to make sure that you understood my boundaries because I did not want to lose what you have been giving, which has become very important to me... I wouldn't even want to lose the letter you sent… but, I felt I needed to write to you just to be sure you understood, so that nothing could go wrong.  I would not want you to be different... I just wanted to know that you knew and understand, and apparently you do... thank you for that reassurance!
 
(A humbling response)
Graham
 
😎 No worries – Friends can tell friends when they are crossing boundaries. Be happy my friend
 
Have a magic day
 
G

 
19 July 2019
Setting boundaries with someone else
 
Church member
Missed you at church😘
 
(I didn’t mind that message and appreciated it.  What I don’t appreciate, is arriving at church after weeks of being away and someone tells me they missed me, yet I haven’t heard from them in all that time… Good grief!)
 
Panayiota
Good morning, what a lovely surprise to hear from you. I hope you and your family have a wonderful week ahead 💖
 
(I thought I owed her an explanation [or excuse], even though I realised later that I didn’t at all… it was just my people pleasing side kicking in at the time… I continued.)
 
I've just been through my busiest time of the year (students workshops time and marking their portfolios and new registrations all at the same time), It happens again between October and December where I just don't cope well with all the work... NO me-time... rush-rush-rush... exhausting trying to cope with the garden and housework included (so it’s not all about my office work, it’s everything included). There's only so much I can cope with. Without me-time and creative/experiential time I start to lose it. Socializing goes out the back door... without real connection I lose it also, but getting there and the extra stress involved is very hard for me... agoraphobia worse than ever... TOO MUCH TO DO... NO TIME TO REST... everything, including making time to shower and eat and pluck my chin becomes a burden, because it takes from my TRYING DESPERATELY TO CATCH UP TIME.
 
I NEED TIME to finish my book.  
 
Can't find time...
 
TOTALLY FRUSTRATED AND OFTEN FEEL LIKE I'M DROWNING.
 
I therefore do what I can as and when I can and try hard to remember to BREATHE in-between 🙏✨
 
(NOTE: The stress, increased responsibility and expectations of me, etc., creates a counterproductive situation… I dissociate more… seem to work in slow motion… go around in circles… become extremely tired… can’t concentrate as easily… fighting to stay with the work… So in a nutshell, it’s not the works fault… it’s how I handle the stress during stressful times… someone else who doesn’t have the same struggles as mine, might cope very well and have loads of me-time as a result)
 
Church Member
I have been away for a few weeks. Was back at church yesterday. Nobody missed me while I was gone, so I sent a "miss you" whatsap to everybody that missed church.
 
Panayiota
Hopefully next year will be better as our Logotherapy institute is going fully online. That should hopefully take some of the workload stress off me. Until then, things might even get worse, because there might be a lot more expected of me as part of all the changes and work needed to prepare for going online.
 
I need to get my presentations onto video as they will be used for the online courses next year. Do you know anyone who does that without charging too much? (me speaking and slides interjected)
 
My oldest son will be investigating how to do it with some program on the internet, so that is an option we are looking at for now.
 
And, yes, very few even notice we're not there, so I appreciate that you did notice I wasn’t. I hope I will be able to be more aware to also look out for missing people in future. It's beautiful... thank you 💖
 
Right now, there is still some (past threat involved) in the changes when the other congregation moved in with us... I felt safe with our original members, so I haven't been able to re-establish that sense of safety again yet. It will take me a while to get to know and trust the new people. One, I feel for sure has always judged me and doesn't like me... so it can just take that one to shatter my sense of safety in the crowd. I'm not good with crowds in the first place...
 
Church member
I am so sorry that you experience so much stress, but I am sure you still find joy amidst the "madness". But I think the Logotherapy gets you up every day and helps you keep going.
 
(she sent a list of techno savvy church members who might be able to help me with videos)
 
Panayiota
I often wish I was married to a LOVING man who didn't want me to work, so I could have more me-time. I long for time to paint and sew and be creative again and would love to do my genealogy, and so much more... ENJOY your me-time 💖✨
 
(And then IT came…)
 
Church member
Very early in my life I decided why I want to and need to go to Sacrament. I need those emblems and forgiveness from Our Heavenly Father. I don’t go for the people....Judging and criticizing will continue right until our Savior returns, because satan has power on this earth.
 
Panayiota
The madness actually keeps me alive... and the love and safe, welcoming and loving connection I feel in my Logotherapy world makes the madness worth every bit... 💕
 
I have religious trauma syndrome today as a result of a therapist pushing her religion and nearly completely destroying me in the process. My religious standing today is entirely personalized between my Father in Heaven and me. My friendships are based ONLY on unconditional LOVE and not on my religious values according to another person’s views on what's right and what's wrong! I do NOT discuss religion with anyone who uses it to judge or try teach me their ideas of it, or to change me into something they could like or accept more.
 
You are welcome to delete me or choose to love me unconditionally. 
 
There's no in-between for me anymore, because I know without doubt that my Father in Heaven loves me unconditionally and His LOVE is TRUE and ENOUGH.
 
Church member (A reassuring response)
Great testimony😍
 
Panayiota
😍

Theory of Logotherapy Dream Interpretation (a handout I share with the students after presenting LDI to them)
LOGOTHERAPY DREAM INTERPRETATION ~ Presented by Panayiota
Created using personal experience and an article called: Theory on Interpretation of Dreams
~ Logotherapy Immediate Workshop Manual – 2009
 
“Dreams - can reflect hopes and wishes form the unconscious, not only repressed aggression and lust, but calls from the conscious towards meaningful behaviour.  Advice from the unconscious to the conscious.”  
 
“Frankl has an expanded concept of the unconscious.  He asserts that it contains, also, repressed hopes, goals, and meanings to which dreams are royal roads.”
 
A Frankl quote from his concentration camp experience:  
“What was really needed was a fundamental change in our attitude toward life.  We had to learn ourselves and, furthermore, we had to teach the despairing men, that it did not really matter what we expected from life, but rather what life expected from us” (Frankl 2008:85) ~ Man’s Search for Meaning
 
“Viktor Frankl.... sees the unconscious not only in a psychological but also in a spiritual dimension as a royal road into a much wider land.  It can lead to meaning.”
 
“Dreams may make you aware of repressed drives and traumas that are too painful to face.  But dreams may also convey advice from the conscience. A dream interpretation from this perspective can help you to discover what is meaningful.” 
 
“Because the messages in dreams are often hard to understand, because of their symbolic nature, it is often easier to elicit ideas from your client using metaphors, fantasies and imagery.”
 
So, if you find that you aren’t able to help your client to interpret a dream... and maybe they don’t even have a dream to work on, then using metaphorical stories or images could be another way to elicit ideas from your client for you to both work on together. 

The Logotherapist’s task, is to help the client come to their own answers for their dream.
 
Your client could either do a collage, draw, model or write a story to illustrate where they are coming from, or the Logotherapist could show them a video that might elicit ideas.
 
Helping a client to Interpret their dreams
 

• Explain to the client about how Logotherapy dream Interpretation works whilst prompting them to find their own meaning message which has been given to them through their dream...
• Note:  LDI is NOT a fortune telling tool... it is more a revealing of personal revelation. (the answers are inside the dreamer already, they just need to work out what those answers are, and dreams are a beautiful way of doing that).
• Only the client can know the answers and meaning messages of their own dreams.
• Important factors need to be taken into consideration by the Logotherapist and brought to the client’s attention.
• What is going on in the client’s life at the time of their dream.
• The client’s history... some of which might only be revealed because of their dream.
• Everything they saw, felt, experienced in their dream.
• Their thoughts and feelings after their dream.
• The therapist needs to listen very carefully to every aspect of the clients dream experience, prompting them to share every detail, including: smells, colours, people in their dream, emotions, actions and reactions of themselves or others in the dream, but most importantly, the client’s part in their dream, and if they can remember any animals, things, atmosphere, objects, where the dream is, Immediate and distant surroundings/views in the dream, etc.
• Ask the client to try to tell you what they think their dream is trying to tell them that might be a positive, helpful, meaningful, healing message to them from their dream. 
• Help your client to see the blessing of their dream.

 
LDI can be done only on the vivid dreams that remain pretty much intact when you wake up from them. 
 
Dreams that we don’t remember when we wake, I believe, have already been absorbed into the three dimensions of consciousness (conscious, unconscious and spiritual) where the dream has been processed for our benefit.
 
“Dreams that we don’t remember may also have been buried, because we are not ready for them yet.” ~ Dr. Kanda Kalala
 
Perhaps the spiritual level of consciousness feels we are ready, but our subconscious denies the message due to fear, etc.
 
Dreams help us to become more meaning aware and orientated.  The dreams meaning messages become clearer subconsciously, gradually becoming conscious over time.
 
Once the “meaning message” of a dream has been established through “Logotherapy Dream Interpretation”, the dreamer will never need to dream that dream again as has been my experience, and that of my clients.
 
TWO RECENT NIGHTMARES
 
History leading up to my first nightmare
Around the 8th of this month, I wrote on another blog post, about how I was struggling with Mother’s Day approaching on the 12th May and remembering the pain of my own mother’s rejection and my ever-present lifelong longings for a mother’s love to reach me still.
 
1st nightmare ~ A beautiful little white foal
So, it was around then that I had a nightmare.  Myself and my two youngest children are walking on a beautiful, lush green lawn just in front of what I imagine is our house… not sure though.  In-between us and the house there are two large horses, both rolling on the soft grass and enjoying the sunshine.  We are unable to get to the front door, because the horses are in the way and we don’t know if we can trust them. 
 
There is also a most beautiful little white foal with them, and as soon as it sees us, it comes bounding over excitedly and is trying to attract my attention, nudging me with its nose, begging me to take notice of it and wanting me to play with it.
 
In my heart, I felt an absolute longing to play with it too… it was so sweet and friendly.  I wanted so much to hug it and look into its eyes and be friends with it, but I knew that I couldn’t, because I saw how its mother had stopped rolling on the grass and was looking very concerned about her foal being near us.
 
I told my children that we needed to walk faster and try to get away from the foal, before the mother comes… she could be dangerous.  So we went around the side of the house as fast as we could and as we turned the corner, I saw through the corner of my eye, the mother getting up… I felt afraid… she was coming! 
 
We walked as fast as we could… afraid to run, in case we excited the foal too much and upset the mother more.  We turned around the back of the house… the little foal right behind us all the way.  I told the children not to speak to it or touch it… I felt so sad that we had to ignore it, but we had to stay safe.
 
We could hear the mother coming, although she did not catch up with us… she was always on one side of the house behind us, so we couldn’t see her.  We turn around the other side of the house and then around to the front of the house (the other horse was also gone)… we could feel the mother horse was getting closer… I felt very afraid.  We climbed the steps and I banged on the front door a few times with my fist because it was locked (I have no idea who I imagined was going to come and save us by opening the door!).  The foal is with us and jumping around excitedly… its mother was almost around the last corner, she would see us soon.  I tell the children to stand flush against the door with me… we must stay as still as statues and not say a thing.  We must ignore the foal and even the mother, until they go away… the mother is just rounding the last side of the house back to the front yard… and then I wake up!
 
What would you say about this dream?
I’d like to encourage my readers to think about what the meaning message in my dream could have been for me.  What positive message was my dream trying to convey to me to help me deal with something in the here and now of my life.  Keep in mind that only I, the dreamer of my dream, would know for sure what the true meaning message of my dream is once I’ve worked it out… (thinking about what struggles I’d recently been facing… What was happening in my life at the time?  What answers might I need to receive to help me cope? etc.  Think about the Mother’s Day rejection-dilemma that had been haunting me at the time… would that tie in perhaps with the dream) A Logotherapist might help me to see other meaningful aspects that I might have missed and there's always more to add if assessing the psychological possibilities of the dream... for example: Why did I not even try to open the front door first?  Why did I instead choose to stay stuck against the door as still as a statue, shutting my eyes and being completely quiet (? escaping reality and fears), rather than taking some other action?  Am I even afraid of what's on the other side of the door, due to lack of trust in my future?  There could be plenty more answers, but those are not as important to me, as "What is the meaning message of my dream?"
 
My LDI interpretation of this dream
In view of the history leading up to the dream, I believe that the dream was telling me to try to find a way to turn my back on my mother’s painful Mother’s Day rejection of 2013… it’s no use hoping against hope.  It was also telling me that I am not left alone without her in my life… I still have my children (and others) standing by me and I have their love.  I have never deliberately failed them and I trust that they believe in my unconditional love for them and that I did my best to protect them when they were young even though I couldn’t save them from all our struggles whilst living with our abuser no matter how hard I tried.  I believe that the persistent little white foal in my dream that wanted nothing more than my/our love and attention, represented the innocence of my own inner child, Patty, who was so abused and rejected by her mother.  That it was not about my mother anymore, or Patty and what she suffered “then”, (mother could never reach her again to hurt her as she did before), but rather about Patty now and her pure heart, still longing for my love… meaning, that I need to continue to work hard to embrace and reassure her that she is completely loved and accepted… to give myself (my deserving inner self, Patty, and even Patricia) all that was never given to me by my own mother… to embrace myself in such a way as to be able to look at myself in the mirror and trust that I’m okay, just as I am and that I am not to allow my past to continue to frighten and shame me through the negative behaviours of others towards me, or to continue to cause me such deep sadness at times such as Mother’s Day.
 
So that, I believe, was the meaning message that I took from that dream and I am so grateful for LDI and the reassuring answers it gives to me and the sense of peace that is also given.
 
History leading up to my 2nd nightmare
Over the weekend, I was hurt and disappointed once more by people who I once again trusted (I keep forgiving them, every time they let me down, because I love them and want to trust them)… [for clarity… this is not about family, although I’d often thought about them as family]… Anyway, these people broke my trust once again, and I went away feeling so disappointed. 
 
It was late, so, because I needed to pick up my youngest son from work in two hours, I didn’t go straight home.  I stopped off to fill up my car with petrol and visit my middle son and family who live close to my youngest son’s place of work.  I had a bit of a wait in the dark because both my sons did not see their messages straight away… I had asked my youngest son if he had a lift home, because if he did, I could go straight home… and I asked my middle son if I could visit at his house while waiting.  Both boys responded at the same time and because I did not need to pick up my youngest son, I went home. 
 
Driving up the hill, I realised that I was feeling very fearful… I was traveling alone and it was dark… usually I wouldn’t feel so fearful, because I was on the trip home and should have been feeling okay about that, but I was having intrusive thoughts of a possible hijacking, or an accident.  I kept stopping the thoughts, but they were relentless.  Even when I arrived home, my pulse was racing and I felt so afraid… as if someone was waiting to ambush me as I drove into my gate, etc.  I remained anxious until I finally fell asleep after taking ¼ sleeping pill, because I already knew that I was going to struggle to sleep if I didn’t.  The next morning I woke anxious… felt fearful all day long and struggled to fall asleep once more, even though I felt desperately tired. 
 
2nd nightmare ~ dirty hands
I dreamed that I was in a room, I had just used the toilet (I’ve worked out, that if I dream about a toilet, it’s always with no doors and only one wall which the toilet is against and there are strangers present and some walking past… and the dream always comes when I’m feeling particularly exposed and vulnerable, so the opened door, no-walls toilet is a representation of these feelings) … The people weren’t taking notice of me, but there was no privacy and I felt very uncomfortable and forgot to flush.  
 
For some reason, I had a little desk near the toilet and I’m sitting at the desk drawing.  I draw a childish little stick figure of my mother and write MOM underneath it.  As I’m drawing it, in my heart, I’m longing for her to love and accept me also.  (I’ve reproduced the picture as I remember it from my dream, using my non-dominant hand, to share it with you all here on this post).
 
As I finish the picture, my mother comes up from behind me which gives me such a fright that I quickly crumpled up my picture and threw it in the toilet hoping she wouldn’t see (she wouldn’t understand if she saw it), but as I looked at her, I realised she saw me do it.  She chatted with me for a while as if she was my friend, but suddenly she dove toward the toilet, giving me a terrible fright, almost knocking me over and stuck her hand in it so fast… there was nothing I could do to stop her… I felt horrified!
 
“What did you throw in there!” she’s shouting in front of all the people passing by, and I’m (frightened and embarrassed) pleading with her, “It’s nothing important mommy”… but she is relentless and digs through the contents of the toilet looking for the paper I threw in… then, she’s just found it and she’s opening it up…  and that's when I wake up!
 
What would you say about the meaning message of this dream?
Give LDI a try before reading on.  See if you would be able to help me to interpret the meaningful message held within my dream if you were my Logotherapist.
 
My LDI interpretation of the dream
I believe that my dream was simply letting me know that what I had done for my friends (represented by the drawing of my mother), was done out of love, and that my mother's reaction, (sticking her hand in the toilet to grab what she wanted), resulted in her hands getting dirty. 
 
The dream tells me clearly, that I should not have to be taking on the blame for what happened.  I need to stop seeing the bad behaviours of others as “my shame”, or that I’m not good enough to be loved and respected or honoured by them.  That their bad behaviours do not have to reflect on me, causing me to feel exposed, shamed and dirty…
 
My mother’s abuse of me, no longer has to dictate how I should feel about myself when others treat me in much the same way as she did.
 
I did a kindness… I did nothing wrong… and in the end, that’s the SHINE that I believe my Father in Heaven will see emanating from my heart when I meet Him.  In the meantime, I will do everything in my power to keep my own hands and heart clean.
 
Thank you for sharing with me once more.
 
~ Panayiota.

I LOVED Saturdays baking day which was so fun 😊 and I will cherish those memories forever 💖
 
I am grateful for all that my Greek (step)mom taught me and gave to my life, but most especially grateful that my little sister who grew up full time with her, remembers so much and is able to remind me every year and help me to continue to be nurtured by the memories of gifts still given by our Greek mom's love, which I have cherished in my heart of hearts since I was just a little girl, visiting my beloved Greek family on school holidays.  Without such beautiful reminders and memories being kept alive in me, I would never be where I am today 💖
 
After my lovely day with my sister and family, I finished the day off marking a Logotherapy student’s portfolio.
 
2nd May ~ I wrote…
“My beloved little brother Peter (Petros)... He would have been 60 yesterday, 1 May, on his birthday and today, 2nd May 2005, he died due to having an epileptic seizure in his sleep.  He developed epilepsy during his adolescence.
 
“My heart still aches every year on the 1st and 2nd of May.  I love you my brother... Happy Birthday for yesterday, and thinking of you with love today on your Love Day... 💖 … We will meet again 💖”
 
I am so grateful to believe and know without doubt that Peter is still with me in spirit 💖
 
We don't "move on" from grief. We move forward with it | Nora McInerny
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khkJkR-ipfw
 
4th May…
Today I was invited to my daughter’s house for lunch, because my very caring son in law had offered to do some work on my car.  He likes to do a mini service on it every so often which I appreciate very much!  I am truly blessed to have them both in my life.
 
Before I went to them, I decided to quickly go to our local hypermarket, to exchange some sugar free chewing gums that my youngest son had brought for me a few days earlier.  The gums he had brought were the ones I am allergic to.  At the time of the day that I drove to the mall, the streets were very busy and when I arrived, there were so many people walking all over the streets, that they even slowed me down at the entrance to the shopping mall.  Between the people and cars moving in every direction, I started to feel a little suffocated, but I persevered to the underground parking, but even in there, it was so packed with parked and moving cars and people, that I was thrown right out of my comfort zone and started to panic.  I finally found a parking but found myself glued to my seat once my car stopped moving.  I wanted to go into the shops, but it honestly felt as though I was tied to my chair and couldn’t move (paralysed with fear)... something that has not happened in a long time.  So, almost in tears, I realised that the shopping trip was out of the question and waited until I felt brave enough to leave… from there, I went to my daughter’s house… still too many cars on the streets on the way there.  It was lovely to be distracted and able to relax and enjoy being at my daughter's house, with her and my son in law and their two dogs which I adore and they seem to absolutely love me also.
 
After my visit there, I went home for a short time, but soon had to go pick up my youngest son from work around 8pm… so, I left early enough to visit my second son on the way, to wish him Happy 38th Birthday… My goodness, how time flies… one day, not so long ago it seems, I was holding him as a baby in my arms… thank goodness for still being able to enjoy HUGS!
 
Straight from visiting him, I went to pick up my youngest son from work on that horrible, scary, dark road that I really don’t enjoy traveling on at night…
 
The day was all too much… by Sunday, I knew that I was not going to be able to leave my home for church… there was too little left, so I just chilled for the rest of the day. 
 
Fitted in also on the 4th May, I continued the Messenger conversation with my Friend who I had chatted with on the 1st May… (Blog post: Conversation with a friend ~ Loving unconditionally.)  My friend shared with me, more about her lonely struggles and I once again deeply empathised with her, understanding that she had real reason to be so unhappy under such hurtful and lonely circumstances.  I tried to help her to see that sometimes, we make things worse for ourselves as a result of our reactions to our pain and sufferings… (even by our own thoughts and words)… that we worsen the very problem we are fighting to “right”…  I wanted to get across to this dear friend, the message of “thinking before we speak”… taming our thoughts and our words... allowing our words to be based on higher, more spiritual thought processes…
 
“How could I handle this situation more spiritually?  What would be the right thing to say and do in this moment?  How could my words or actions affect this situation?  What kind of impact is my behaviour having on myself or others?” etc.
 
I somehow wanted her to visualize for herself, how what she says… the way she says it… tone of voice… attitude… body language… etc. could ultimately improve or negatively affect the perspective of not only the person she talks to, but her own life and degree of peace and happiness too… that what she says and does, could also be directly affecting the way others are choosing to relate to her.  I shared with her, that by handling difficult and painful situations in an unequally spiritual and more gentle and loving way, could make miracles happen and that I’d proved it in my own life, over and over 💖🙏

My intent was to get across a message about the uniquely spiritual nature and spiritual dimension of the human being... some people would interpret this through religion, and others, by the mere fact that we are human beings.  

“…being human means being confronted continually with situations, each of which is at once a chance and a challenge, giving us a “chance” to fulfill ourselves by meeting the “challenge” to fulfill its meaning.  Each situation is a call, first to listen, and then to respond.” (Frankl, 2000, p.126) ~ Man’s Search for Ultimate Meaning

“A characteristic of human existence, for example, is its transcendence.   Man transcends his environment toward the world; but more than this, he also transcends his being toward an ought, when he rises above the level of the somatic and the psychic and enters the realm of the genuinely human, the spirit, the Noös.” (Havenga Coetzer, 2003, p35) ~ Viktor Frankl’s Avenues to Meaning
 
I worried about my friend’s response and felt I might have failed her in what I had tried to share.
 
FRIEND
I know, and I live by my belief in the Lord.  Now, I need to focus on how to make sure that my son knows that he is mocking God by telling us he is gay because God won’t find him a wife.
 
Panayiota (My response was pretty much very straight to the point, because I just didn’t know what else to say)
“No... all you need to do is let him know you love him. The more you push your religious values the more you will push him away from his own. Please believe me. The only way you can convince him that there is a God looking over his life is in LOVE and through LOVE. I would not even mention religion to him... I'd just love him... He needs to make his own choices and will have more chance of making the right choices to his own Life question if he is feeling loved and accepted. (not necessarily your right choices according to your religious values... It seems they are no longer his religious values... He needs to establish his own values, and those might be better than the apparently nothing he is living now) If he is not feeling totally loved and accepted soon, he will have nowhere else to turn, but to where love and acceptance will find him... No matter how much you protest then, You WILL lose any chance of saving him.  Worry about your own salvation and pray only for his...”
 
My friend did not respond, but gratefully, she is still with me as I still see her participating on my Facebook posts, and I feel confident that she knows and trusts that I am still around should she ever need to message me again.   
 
I see a woman who seems to have lost a sense of control over the love and attention that she is so desperately crying out for (see comments section on a previous blog post, posted 1st May)… I have a feeling that she feels desperate about not being able to draw love and attention back to herself from those who should love her.  I imagine that in her frustration, the way she has been going about obtaining what she needs, is proving to not be working… and when we find that something is not working for us anymore, perhaps then it’s time to try something new…
 
I ask: “If her son did take on his mother’s values because that’s what she demands of him, would that prove to her that his love for her is real, or would there possibly then be other unanswered questions surfacing… ?”
 
I leave it there and that will be the end of this discussion.  If anyone wants to add, please e-mail me at pattyskeys@gmail.com and if I feel anything can genuinely help my friend from what you share, and will not hurt her more than she is already hurting, then I will share it with her and if she would allow, I’d share it as a blog post.
 
I pray with all my heart, that in some way, I have been able to help my friend, even if only a little 💖🙏✨
 
Another friend ~ another conversation: 
Chatting with another friend just yesterday, she asked a question, reminding me about what I was taught by my mentor once, that has helped me so much.  That sometimes the pain and the damage is so deep that it cannot be forgotten or just done away with or easily understood, and it’s not something that can just be “fixed” by others.  The pain and damage exist, and we have to somehow learn to live with it and deal with it in such a way, so as not to hurt others or ourselves.
 
I wrote from my memory, what our mentor had shared with me:
Tucking away the fear, pain and anger… That’s how the Holocaust survivors managed to go on.  They couldn’t continue living in the world as victims carrying all the horror with them in an open way, and there could be no way to just let it all go (and they should never be expected to)… nobody could take their lived experience away from them… it could NOT just be forgotten as if it had never happened… So, they learned to tuck it away for the sake of a greater good, because few others could ever understand it in the way that they had experienced their sufferings anyway…
 
So, it’s almost like, even the horrors that we’ve born, are meant to be sacred to us, because they belong to our unique personal experience.  They were not meant for others to bear with us in the same way we bore/bear them.  We did not bear our sufferings so that we could use our experience to hurt others, instead we bore them, so that we could grow in wisdom, love, humility and grace.  Only we are ever able to travel our own unique path… So, we alone, often have to go on with our burdens (tucked away)… we have to rise up, to be victorious over our sufferings regardless of any desperate needs we might have for loving support and understanding to come and lift our burdens for us.
 
I wrote:
TUCKING AWAY THE FEAR, THE PAIN AND THE ANGER!
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Do not express it… go on… go on
Hold it all in… quieten that sad song
Do not express it… do not cry out
Do not argue… do not shout
 
Tuck it away… go on… go on
Who can hear your mournful song
Alone you must find a way out of ‘that place’
To discover your true self… to see your own face
 
Who can help you, or dry those tears
Alone you must conquer your own bitter fears
Find your own strength!  YOU MUST!  YOU MUST
Search your own light, for it’s YOU, you must trust
 
Move forward… climb high… never give in
Hold tightly God’s hand… life’s between you and Him
Grasp your life’s meaning… life’s purpose for you
It’s all that is left!  It’s what you must do
 
Try to believe it and never let go
If it’s meant to be, then it WILL be so
When you defiantly stand for your good and your true
Then nothing can stop the course meant for you
 
You are unique and so is your work
So do not abandon it and do not shirk
The world is waiting for what you can give
Sharing your purpose is the true way to live
 
Keep moving forward
Life’s blessings will come
Emerge from the darkness
Enter the sun
 
~ Panayiota
(26 October 2010 – Thank you dear mentor)

​5th – 7th May – It’s a quieter time at work, so I’ve started working on my book again, and once again, I am being affected by the work on a psychological level.  I have to get this book done asap, so that I can somehow put my past behind me for once and for all by not having to regurgitate it over and over as has happened in the process of writing the book… Enough already!
 
8th May – Voting day in SA.
I nearly didn't get to vote today, because I didn't get to register and thought I had to.  My youngest son was working on the registration day and I wasn't going to go there on my own then, or to vote today... he's working today also!  And on top of that, I've developed a genuine fear based, no-trust image of this country, because they won't give me the ID card, because I was born in Rhodesia... now Zimbabwe... Yet I've been a naturalised citizen of this country for well over 30 years now!  So I am really unhappy about the fact that I'm still not good enough or accepted enough in this country to receive the ID card and must stick with the green book instead… This country, I have for so long called my home!  That HURTS BIG TIME!!!  Another painful source of rejection and not belonging for me...
 
(I don’t listen to, read or discuss the news… my two younger sons were discussing politics yesterday and within a few minutes, I developed a yawning attack and started to dissociate… they both noticed and realised that it was too much for me and stopped.  So I just can’t go there anymore… I wish that the leaders of this country would prove to me that “I” am an important part of this nation also… that I belong… I wish I could feel their love and acceptance… I’m so hurt, because I don’t!)
 
So, there was the voting day fears today, because I honestly don’t feel safe in this country anymore because of the card thing... Anyway, my youngest sister called earlier to say she will take me to vote, so I went and apparently my name was still on the list (I would only need to register again if I moved home).  Thankfully, it was all quick and easy and I've done it! I'm so grateful that my sister thought to take me… I love her so much!
 
Not feeling 100% today... weak, shaky and anxious... struggling with dissociation... I think it's due to working on my book yesterday and going through a chapter on Mother's Day 2013, when I sent my mom a genuinely loving Mother’s Day message and she responded by basically telling me to *#%@ $ff! So, that has stirred some uncomfortable, mixed emotions in me as it's so close to our Mother’s Day right now...
 
The child in me still so longs for her mother's love and for an opportunity to be able to love my mother now, but she won't let my sister and I love her... she doesn't want us in her life and never did... right as far back as her trying to abort me before I was even born... HUMPH!
 
I think I need to adopt a mother… like my dear old friend who I used to visit regularly… dear Norma… I miss her so much.  I moved away from the area where she lived, and she has since passed away.  I loved my visits to Norma so much, because they did me good.
 
Seems, I have become too busy and too housebound to visit old folk now.  Just yesterday, one of the neighbours visited me with some old clothes to try on that another old lady had disposed of.  A few of the items fitted, thankfully.  I’m still struggling with the weight I gained over the last few months, so not everything fitted (I feel like I’m permanently hungry again… just like I always did before I gained control over my eating in my 50’s.  When I really think about the hungry feelings, I realise that they feel the same as anxiety… the doom and gloom anxiety… or Chicken Licken anxiety… “The sky is falling down”… I have to find a way back to controlling this problem that I struggled with most of my life… I don’t want it to come back full-time again!)
 
While my neighbour friend was visiting, she told me that the old man in the house behind ours had passed away in the morning.  I felt so sad that I’d not yet visited him.  I was waiting for a gate to be built in my back wall… (when I could afford it) … that would allow me to visit people inside the complex without having to leave my yard on the “scary” street side where I’d have to go around to the main gate.  As easy as that sounds, I just could not find the courage inside of me to do it… leaving my house is hard enough at the best of times.  But I feel a gate in my back wall, leading directly into the interior of the complex would be safer and I am sure that I’d have a better chance of visiting old folk in the complex from time to time then… it would be so good for this heart of mine.  Hearing about the old man passing away before I’d ever had a chance to visit him, reminded me of this very sad poem:
 
Around the Corner
               
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end;
Yet days go by, and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone,
And I never see my old friend's face,
For Life is a swift and terrible race.
He knows I like him just as well
As in the days when I rang his bell
And he rang mine. We were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men:
Tired with playing a foolish game,
Tired with trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow," I say, "I will call on Jim,
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes--and tomorrow goes,
And the distances between us grows and grows.
Around the corner!—yet miles away . . .
"Here's a telegram, sir . . ."
                                                      "Jim died today."
And that's what we get, and deserve in the end:
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
 
~ Charles Hanson Towne
 
I am truly sorry and sad that I let the old man behind me down, as a result of my fears!  I must be braver… I must do better! 
 
Yesterday… yesterday I lost a dear friend, who I had not even met yet and I am so sad about that.
 
A Golden opportunity and a Gift of LOVE from life… LOST FOREVER!
 
And talking about neighbours, I was happy to receive a very beautiful and loving letter from one of my friends, in response to my last blog post about my direct next door neighbours whose car was stolen the other day.  I printed the beautiful letter out and made a stack of scones and put both the scones and the letter on the bonnet of their car early this morning.  I’m sure that must have been a lovely surprise for them when they found it.  I hope it warmed their hearts and took away some of the pain of their recent car theft.  Thank you to the wonderful friend who responded to my blog post… thank you for sharing your love with my neighbours 💖
 
Wool allergy (I’m also very allergic to feathers, dust, etc.)
Colder mornings… I’ve developed almost complete deafness in my left ear for well over a week now and a rushing sound and some ringing, some dizzy days and it’s even causing me to feel very tired… I just want to sit when it’s bad.  There’s even a mild sting inside my ear.  This happens every year when it gets cold… I can’t type with cold fingers, so I put on my wooly gloves… the result… an allergic reaction.  For Mother’s Day this year, I’ve asked my children to all chip in to buy me some leather gloves… or something like that which doesn’t have any wool or fluff on the outside.
 
And on the subject of ears…
 
Grandchild’s song… sets off an ear-worm!
So, one last story to share with you all…  On the 12th April, I attended an evening at church, where Easter was celebrated in music and song, and my granddaughter sang the closing song.  Well, for me it was an emotional evening, because the singing was so beautiful and I was feeling the love of and for all who attended, but, when it was my granddaughters time to sing, my heart was touched so deeply beyond words by her beautiful voice and the lovely words of her song.  How I wish I could share her singing with you all here. 
 
Well, I think that due to the high emotions I experienced, that song got stuck in my head DAY AND NIGHT for 8 days!  I thought I was going to go right off my rocker!  And now that I’ve brought this subject up, I sincerely hope it doesn’t start all over again!
 
I’ve tried to fathom why that happened… but I think it’s because… on my inner-child, Patty level… my granddaughter is living Patty’s dream.  Patty never had the opportunities that my grandchildren are having… Patty never had a parent who encouraged her to become her best.  I honestly believe that when I watch my grandchildren achieving “their greatness”, Patty is sharing it with them in a vicarious way… a delightful way… a happy way.  I cannot tell you how much I love my sons and daughter in laws for being the great parents that they are to my grandchildren.  I value this so much, that it is beyond my ability to express just how much it means to me… I feel overwhelmed with gratitude whenever I try to think about all that my grandchildren are achieving, because of the extra WORK, TIME and LOVE that their parents are putting in for their sake.
 
I think Patty has a dream… she wants me to sing that song with my granddaughter… she wants to live her dream… she wants to feel like she is an amazing somebody also.  Who knows… someday it might actually happen.  (keeping in mind, that if I try to sing in public, my throat goes into a knot and I just can't!)
 
Below I’ve posted a link concerning the ear-worms… I’ve tried the chewing gum… it didn’t work for me… I just ended up chewing in time to the beat of the song going round and round in my head.  I tried concentrating on my work and playing other music… but still the ear-worm stayed… 8 days of the same tune being stuck in my head is a long-long time!  I’ve had ear-worms in the past, but this one was ridiculous!
https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation-now/2017/03/21/heres-how-get-song-out-your-head/99264896/
 
Thank you for sharing with me today
 
~ Panayiota

​You might remember me writing about my new neighbours some time ago… the ones that I felt so afraid of when they moved in?  Well, things have gotten so much better between us thank goodness.  We don’t visit or bug each other, but all the time, one or the other is reaching out in kindness.  Like, I might give vegetables and herbs from my garden and preserves, etc., and when Shem was here the other day to mow my roadside lawn, he knows to do the neighbours lawn to the one side of me too, because we share the front lawn, and they are very old.  At the same time, he mowed the other lawn on the other side of our driveway… the one belonging to the neighbours I was afraid of before.  Shem is such a good man!
 
Those direct neighbours and I share our driveway and covered carport.  Our shared carport gates open independently so as not to bug each other when we come and go.  Once I asked Shem to come and mow my lawn when he had a chance, but before he could come, I noticed it had been mowed already… I later found out that my direct neighbours had done that.  Recently Shem cut down all the old leaves off our palm trees outside the yard, and at the same time, our neighbours were trimming their roadside lawn tree… so they offered to take our leaves and mess on the same load as theirs to dispose of it.  If they had not done that, Shem and I would have had to pack my car with it all and it would have been a huge, messy job, so it was such a blessing to have my neighbours help.
 
Well, on Friday evening, my neighbours car was stolen from outside their gate.  They had just arrived home and were unloading their groceries and within 10 minutes their car was gone.
 
I know what it feels like to have a car stolen! It’s a horrible, horrible feeling.  I also believe that these neighbours are struggling greatly. 
 
I might have a long list of things needing financial assistance, and I might list them sometime and ask for help again, but for now, they can wait, because right now, I would like to bless my neighbours to feel loved if at all possible, please.
 
On Saturday, I arrived home from my daughters’ house.  My son in law asked me to bring my car so that he could work on it.  He gave it a service… he is so kind and has taken it upon himself to do this from time to time for me.  How lovely he is… I love them both so much. 
 
Anyway… I had just arrived home and was also unloading the car and locking my gate, when I realised I’d locked my car doors… bag and car keys inside!  In my hand, I had my house keys, so I was grateful for that, because I could go inside and get my spar car keys in my room.  But, I get to my room door, and realise with horror, that I’d locked that on the way out earlier in the day and the keys are in my bag locked up in the car.  Oh dear! 
 
So I go over to the neighbours who are there thankfully and the elderly couple come over immediately to help me, armed with all their house keys to see if they fit… they didn’t… so they come with screwdrivers and both the man and lady are trying to unscrew the bedroom door handle to help me… but all the time the lady is crying and pouring out her heart to me about her stollen car. 
 
Her son had just managed to get a second car, so that his working mom could have one also to get herself to work.  That very morning (Friday), he’d gone and paid for it to be licensed… but now it was gone!  His mom was besides herself as tears streamed down her face as she was trying to unscrew the door handle with her husband also trying at the same time.  I didn’t stop her, because I think she needed to be doing something right then… she seemed so determined and so kind………….  Then just as all the screws are out, I remember that I didn’t put the keys into my bag as I usually ALWAYS do, but had put them somewhere else in the house…
 
Was that whole situation meant to happen for their sake, so that that dear lady could share her pain with her neighbour and receive some love…
 
Oh my goodness me, I felt so embarrassed and apologies profusely as I presented the keys and they screwed the door handle back on…
 
My memory problem is sooooo embarrassing! 
 
As they were leaving, I hugged my neighbour for a long time as she sobbed in my arms… surely, she needed to feel loved just then… and I felt the need to love her before she left because my heart ached for her too.
 
Anyway, the whole object of this letter, is that if anyone feels they could send/bring some love in the form of groceries, or anything that would uplift my neighbours, please do be so kind.
 
If you know me, then you know which is my house an which is theirs (no 18)… please just bring them a gift and tell them you heard that their car was stolen and you wanted to bless them.  You don’t need to mention me at all… I certainly wouldn’t want neighbours reading my blog posts… too close for comfort… hahaha!
 
Or if you prefer, you can bring your blessings to me to give to them, which I will gladly do.  Maybe bring it with a note from you and your family.
 
Lastly, if you want to make a donation, please reference it as Neighbourly love and I will pass it onto them. 

​Please help me to lift their spirits at this time of their loss… ♥
 
Thank you for sharing with my neighbours and I,
 
~ Panayiota

​My beloved little brother Peter [Petros] – (I have written about him at end of this post)

I had just written about my green balloon on the roof experience, when a struggling friend responded.  I have included (with permission), portions of our conversation below because I believe it will fit well with my recent posts.  
 
I ask that there is no “bashing” of this friend for her current reaction to her struggles.  This post is not about what a person does right or wrong according to our meter, but rather about gently guiding a person to find their “rightness” in their situation, as this friend is obviously crying out for… to find her sense of peace in that place where everything seems to be going so wrong and so often seems too overwhelming to deal with. 
 
As parents, and brothers and sisters, etc., we have ideas of how things should be, according to our own set values, our own imaginations, dreams, fantasies and wishes, etc.  I believe, that in the real world, and in a good, caring, loving and healing world, we learn that if love is to be unconditional, sometimes it is ourselves who have to find a way to change our attitude towards a situation and perhaps just to accept others “where they are”, especially those whom we are supposed to love unconditionally, even if what they are doing, or what they have become, goes against everything we have come to believe in, or been indoctrinated to believe in, etc. 
 
This is not about blindly accepting what is wrong in this world or in another person as we perceive wrong to be… it is about loving unconditionally where unconditional love is the one and only place where peace can still be found, regardless of a situation which sometimes is not in our power to change.  Often, changing our own attitude towards a “bad, wrong or difficult” situation that we have little control over, will greatly benefit not only ourselves, but other/s also.
 
I have interjected some Logotherapy quotes throughout

"Attitudinal values are values which we experience through the right attitudes we have towards life, especially towards inexplicable suffering” (Shantall, 2003, p.40) ~ The Quest for Destiny
 
“Attitudinal values rank higher than creative and experiential values” (Frankl, 2000, p.124) ~ Man’s Search for Ultimate Meaning
 
“Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms–to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.” (Frankl, 2008, p. 75) ~ Man’s Search for Meaning
 
So, when we believe we have tried everything else and we are left feeling totally hopeless and helpless to “change” the one we feel needs changing… why then don’t we instead, try LOVE…. Unconditional Love.  I have tried this, and have proved time and time again, that it works more powerfully than anything else.  The feelings of love must be real for it to work.
 
Conversation adapted/shortened for this blog post
 
FRIEND
I am going to try this Pan.
 
Panayiota
What's that (friend)?  Looking for signs of love, protection and goodness that are always coming to us?  I hope you get yours. I get mine also on the time... all the combinations of times, especially all the combinations of ones and twos which happen most, 11:11, 11:12, 21:21, but others also, such as, 14h14, 18h18, etc. I take those as signs that someone is with me and loves me. I see them when I glance at my watch quickly during work, or when I've just done something good or kind, such as I’ve just WhatsApped a friend with my love.  So, to me it's like Life is telling me "Thank you" or “You are loved”, and then in my own gratitude for believing this, I feel more inclined to do good, more often... so it all feels beautiful to me. Then there's the butterflies and birds that come to visit, just when I need a sign most, one will come fly right next to me, or even a bird landing on my back like what happened the other day. The more you become aware of the signs from Life (Heaven) that you are not alone, the more you see them... it's a beautiful thing dear friend, and so reassuring and life-strengthening.
 
FRIEND
Feeling the need for somebody from the otherside just coming to console me. Wanting so very much to accept the unacceptable, especially now that my son is trying to prove to us he is gay. Then, all of a sudden when I am thinking of somebody who has passed, I wish with all of my heart they were there. I am going to try to be a better person and try to find the love that I so long for from certain people. My son finally walked out of the house a week ago tomorrow, because he told everybody how unhappy he was here, and how much he hated me. Why, because I would always catch him out when he was on something or find his stuff. Some of the things you write about, about the balloon, and thanking whomever sent it, because you felt everything was going to be all right. I am going to try to find my 'allrightness'. It has to be somewhere, because the stress of the addiction, the dying of the overdose, and watching whilst they are brought back, and this nonsense that God hasn't found him a wife, so now he figures he is gay. Well, I am not as nice as you. I wish I could be, but I hammered my son and kept banging on the bathroom door, just to get his attention so that he wouldn't overdose again, so that I wouldn't have to call the Emergency number again, and I finally, out of desperation, told my son, that I would accept him as a Eunuch, but not a gay. Oh Pan, if only I could be like you.
 
Panayiota
Oh (my friend), living with an addict is the hardest of all. I haven't lived with one but I was there for one for a number of years during his youth in a kind of caring and loving aunty/counselling capacity, and it was so heart wrenching and exhausting trying to help someone who just could not find that place inside himself to help himself also. To have someone like that living with you I can imagine is beyond hard! So, I cannot criticize you for how you have been reacting to his addiction and the fear that has caused you to suffer so acutely.
 
“An abnormal reaction to an abnormal situation is normal behaviour” (Frankl, 2006, p. 20). 
 
I see from my perspective, that there's only one thing you can do and that's realise that you cannot change the path of his unique journey.  I believe that he is sent on that path, not only to teach his own soul and to find his own way towards HIS unique spiritual growth, but his presence in your life must surely have also been a part of your own unique souls journey and in a spiritual sense, even a gift to help you to reach that place of your own progression.
 
What is life calling YOU to do under the extremely difficult circumstances that you have had to face?
 
“Our pain and sufferings are meant to awaken our spiritual aspirations. Life is always asking us, “What are we meant to discover in any particular situation?”” ~ Henry Mason
 
“To be sure, man is free to answer the questions he is asked by life.  But this freedom must not be confounded with arbitrariness.  It must be interpreted in terms of responsibleness.  Man is responsible for giving the right answer to a question for finding the true meaning of a situation.  And meaning is something to be found rather than to be given, discovered rather than invented.” (Frankl, 1988, p.62) ~ The Will to Meaning
 
Look for the signs from LIFE that are meant to reassure you that everything is as it should be "right now"... there is a reason for it all... YOU ARE NOT ALONE... someone is always with you from the other side, wanting to let you know that it's all going to turn out okay in the end, if you can just persevere and endure in faith until then.
 
If your son is choosing to take drugs, or to be gay, "right now", do you think that any of your condemnation against him is going to help him to make his own decisions for his own life and his own spiritual progress. If this is a journey he needs to take, then who are we to decide if it's the right or the wrong journey. Our churches and our interpretations of the bible teach us that it's a terrible sin... but I believe strongly, that ours is not to judge another human being for their choices... ours is only to LOVE.
 
With love, anything is possible... and it does not have to be OUR THING according to our perceptions and our upbringing and our churches teachings, etc. It is ultimately ONLY our Father in Heaven who will decide what is right and wrong for each person who stands before Him in the end... Only He will be able to read the whole story of that person's life and weigh it all in the Balance of Life... I believe that He will judge not on what we've done wrong according to our fellow man, or even according to our own conscious, or even according to how we have interpreted our bible, but He will judge only the level of TRUE & UNCONDITIONAL LOVE that we have developed for our fellow man (and all creation)... regardless of whether they are in our opinion, the filthy hobo on the side of the street, or our own wayward child... regardless of race, colour or creed. This is my belief and I believe that only LOVE can lift any curse... and that means, being able to truly love over whatever WE consider a curse... to love beyond and unconditionally... to love true.
 
If your son eventually dies as a result of HIS CHOICES, that will be the end only of THIS part of his progression and life's journey... I believe that we will still have more chances on the other side of THIS LIFE to continue to progress and to become what we were always meant to be, to do what we were always meant to do... in the end, I believe... ONLY LOVE CAN GET US THERE.
 
How can we learn to love unconditionally, or heal or progress, if we have never known unconditional love for the healing nourishment and upliftment of our own souls?
 
I wrote the following poem for my own son and I practiced what I preach here... and I have my son back... I have his love back... he visits me and we have long, wonderful conversations... I wish the same for you dear (my friend)... God be with you and your son.
 
ONLY LOVE CAN LIFT THE CURSE!
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He doesn’t want people to know him,
For he no longer knows himself,
He doesn’t want people to feel for him,
Because he no longer feels much for himself!
He doesn’t want people to celebrate for him,
For he celebrates not for himself,
He doesn’t want people to love him,
For he doesn’t love himself!
Don’t live for him; don’t die for him,
Don’t even exist for his life,
For he’s no longer living or dead,
And he doesn’t exist for himself!
He denies that he has a problem,
Yet he struggles in a lonely place,
Where he’s tried to rub out his own feelings,
And has even erased his own face!
Don’t hate him for who he’s becoming,
You will only make things so much worse!
Love him regardless, I beg of you,
For Only Love can lift the curse!
 
~ Panayiota
(8th July 2000)
 
FRIEND
Gosh Pan, I am so sorry for your problems. I love my children. 4 out of the 8 have taken strange paths, and right now I am totally numb. I have tired everything, but I am lost. I just sit and stare out of the window, and then try knitting, but my mind is locked up in some sort of box because of homosexuality, drugs, not living the gospel and most of all, one of my children telling me that I alienate most of my children. I feel that I am forsaken by my own family. Please, please just understand, and please, don't waste your time on me. Right now, I am just done with everything.
 
Panayiota
It is so obvious that you have been through more than you feel you can bear (my friend) and I don't have all the answers for you, and your situation, other than to share only what I have already tried and what worked for me. And the most powerful thing was to give up hoping that my child would be in my church or doing things that I felt he should be doing, and to just truly love him regardless and for him to know that without a moment's doubt.
 
I'm not sure how I would have dealt with the struggles you have... I might never have survived them, so I honour your strength. I managed to survive my own struggles, using the power of my unconditional love for my son... over time, it worked and he came back into my life more whole than I'd ever dreamed was still possible... and he might still not be in MY church, and I'm perfectly okay with that, because now he is at least free to discuss what he believes with me, without fear of any judgment.
 
Talking to you is not wasting my time... it's just sharing where I can, because I care... and if I say the wrong things, then I'd hope you'd understand that I wouldn't have meant to. I do hope you will find a way to deal with your pain and your struggles... a peaceful way that will bring to you the comfort and peace you need.
 
FRIEND
Thank you my dearest friend. I find it difficult to see my children compromize the standards that I taught them, as I will not ever compromize mine. The sad thing is, now my second oldest daughter is telling me that I am alienating all of my family…I am lost to the bickering of those that do not go to church and then pull me to pieces because I do. I will always love my family, but I will honestly tell you that I do not feel love from a lot of them.
 
Panayiota
I feel for you (my friend)... True Love must surely be something that goes way beyond our own needs. I did not feel my son's love for a long time while he was lost in his own sufferings, and that ripped me to pieces, because I truly loved him and needed his love in return. But in all of my aching, I finally decided that it did not matter whether he loved me back or not... I loved him and that's all that mattered... I was not going to give up on my love for him... so I just texted him once in a while... very short, unemotional little notes, just so that he knew I was thinking of him. I'd either end with Love you, or a heart. I did not expect anything back from him at all... I just wanted to feel free to love him in my own way... so, that's what I imagined was unconditional love... and it worked miracles. I have him back... I see him healing... I am happy again.
 
Love is the only way to lift any curse... true, unconditional love. This is the only wisdom I can give you from my own heart and my own experience. It should not matter what we taught our children... or what we expected from them... or what we think they should be or do in life... it should only matter that they know that no matter what, we love them. Nothing else... NOTHING ELSE.
 
That's all I can give you from my heart (my friend)... it's all I've got, and I've proved that it works miracles and it has brought me so much peace... it gave me my son back. I'd rather have him where he is now, than anywhere else, because at least I have his love and trust back... I am so happy and so grateful for that.
 
God be with you to help you with whatever you feel needs to be done to have the love of your alienating, struggling, wayward, accusing, or whatever, family back. You are all in my prayers.
 
In short... I personally believe that true love goes way beyond our own needs... when we can put our own needs and wants and expectations aside for the sake of a beloved, that's true love according to my understanding through my experience dear friend. That kind of love is the only love that brings healing and peace.
 
I believe that's how our Father in Heaven operates... He just LOVES and LOVES and LOVES... even after we've sinned and disappointed Him, He still LOVES... because all He wants is for all His children is for us to find our way to come Home to Him someday.  If I did not believe in this kind of Love from Him, I would not still believe in Him and I would have no reason to try to do what is right according to my own perceptions of what I imagine is right, good, beautiful, true and healing.  If I were to follow, only what someone has forced or guilt tripped me into, etc. then would my following be true... it would be impossible for me to KNOW my Father in Heaven in the way I do today, if my knowing Him, was based on someone else’s ideas and ideals of who He is.  I had to get to know Him in my own way and thus, for my own sake.
 
I asked my friend if I could use our conversation on my blog and gratefully, she agreed:
 
Panayiota
I won't use our conversation until you are sure it's okay for me to use. I know and honour that deep conversations like this are sacred, so I'd never share unless you were absolutely happy for me to do so.  I felt our conversation was an important one to illustrate how much we struggle and ache when our children are not following the path we always wished and dreamed for them, and it was also an important message of unconditional love often being the only way left to handle such situations. I do understand how hard and painful it is when our children don't live up to our expectations... I've been there and felt that pain until I could not bear it anymore and then finally came to a place of the unconditional love I speak of... the love that doesn't care as much about their choices that I can't change anymore, as my need to still have them close and to still be able to love them regardless... (I would NOT be able to do what you've done though... to allow even my own child to live with me if they were taking drugs... I just couldn't, so there you tried harder than I believe I ever could... I would not have been able to live with that amount of uncertainty, fear or pain… I've worked with addicts before and found it too painful and a huge sense of hopelessness)
 
I hope that if I share our conversation, others will identify, and it might help them also to come to a place of unconditional love... When you and when they are ready... we have to be ready first to let go of our own ideals and wants and needs and wishes and dreams, or fantasies for the outcome of our children’s lives... before we can come to that place of unconditional love... it's a place of peace and just "letting be" for the sake of peace and love and having whatever remnants of relationship still with them... far better than the fighting and the NOTHING.
 
“We must never forget that we may also find meaning in life even when confronted with a hopeless
situation, when facing a fate that cannot be changed. For what then matters is to bear witness to the uniquely human potential at its best, which is to transform a personal tragedy into a triumph, to turn one's predicament into a human achievement. When we are no longer able to change a situation…we are challenged to change ourselves.” (Frankl, 2008, p. 116) ~ Man’s Search for Meaning
 
FRIEND
You can use anything of mine dear Pan.  I am OK with you furthering your work.  Just hope I am not a bother and a hindrance.
 
Panayiota
How could you even say that you are a bother or a hindrance (my friend)... please don't bring yourself down like that... this is surely a possible route of some of your suffering as it has so long been mine also.  I don't have time, as you know, to be a full time Logotherapist, or to read long letters, or to visit my Facebook friends page very often at all, but I do care about what you are going through... I care, because I remember how it was for me when my children started to become independent and were doing things that I did not feel where agreeable to my values and what I wanted from them... and visiting places that I felt were dangerous, etc., I had to learn the hard way, through my own suffering, that I could not change them, or choose their path... I therefore actually understand and can see that your struggles are FAR worse than anything I've had to go through, so I truly do understand your REACTION to your struggles, but I also believe that there will come a time, where you either kill your own progress with your own pain and reactions to your pain over what you cannot control, or, you will find a way to love unconditionally, beyond the needs of your own heart and your own values, etc. 
 
"Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality. No one can become fully aware of the very essence of another human being unless he loves him. By his love he is enabled to see the essential traits and features in the beloved person; and even more, he sees that which is potential in him, which is not yet actualized but yet ought to be actualized. Furthermore, by his love, the loving person enables the beloved person to actualize these potentialities. By making him aware of what he can be and of what he should become, he makes these potentialities come true." (Viktor Frankl, 2008, p. 116) ~ Man’s Search for Meaning
 
My prayer and hope is that you will find that place where you will be able to JUST LOVE... no more needing or wanting your children to be as you so hoped or so wished they would be, but rather just accept them where they are... EXACTLY WHERE THEY ARE... in other words, handing them back to their Maker and letting Him deal with their lives in His way... TRUSTING completely that He will do what is right with them... FOR THEM... and for the sake of their own eternal progression... KNOWING, that He has allowed them to take the path that they find themselves on right now, in order for their own souls learning and progression.  He would NOT forsake them, even though they appear to be forsaken... they are not.  I truly believe, that there are NO coincidences... that everything is exactly as it should be, and that all that is required of any of us is to LOVE... LOVE beyond... over... through... whatever... to just LOVE. 
 
“A thought transfixed me: for the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth —that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love." (Viktor Frankl, 2008, p.p. 48-49) ~ Man’s Search for Meaning
 
LIFE WILL JUST KEEP ON REPEATING ITSELF UNTIL EACH ONE OF US FINALLY GET THE MESSAGE THAT IT'S TRYING TO SEND TO US, FOR OUR OWN UNIQUE PROGRESSION. 
 
Without LOVE, none of us would make it... we would not be able to find our way back to our soul's longing or our souls perfection... only LOVE can lift any curse... and once we realise that, we all have a chance at  making it to our true place of being, belonging and doing.  The only chance any of our children have of finding their way, I believe, is IN LOVE and THROUGH LOVE...

“Love also parallels conscience with respect to the uniqueness of the target.  Just as conscience aims at the uniqueness of possibilities dormant in each life situation, so love aims at the equally unique potentialities dormant in a loved person” (Frankl 2000:42) ~ Man’s Search for Ultimate Meaning
 
That's all I have to offer you on the subject, because I've come to believe that more than anything else on earth... that beyond any religion, or indoctrination, tradition, cultural practices, geographical orientation or status, that in the end... LOVE will be how our Maker defines and recognises us as HIS OWN... I believe with all my heart, that it will be the only measure we will be judged by.  Our God is LOVE and the only way He will recognise us, is through LOVE... love for our fellow man (ALL), and all creation in this world.  I truly believe that NOTHING else will matter. 
 
Let me know if I can still use our conversation once you've read this.  I won't use it without your final say.  I do believe that what we've discussed will help others... I pray it will ❤
 
FRIEND
You have my permission dear Pan.  I must honestly tell you that I feel so alone and lost.  A long, long story
 
My friend went on to share a painful story of such abject loneliness (aloneness) and my heart ached for her, because I understood… she discussed situations that I identified with and which triggered my own painful memories.  I even understood her “fight” to FIX what was so wrong in her world, because she was so alone with her own hurting mind and frightening thoughts for hours and hours each day.  I have chosen not to include that part of her story here.  She also mentioned her “Freeway phobia”… unable to drive on the Freeway due to extreme fear.
 
FRIEND
I kill myself cleaning up the house, working in the garden in the summer of course, and doing as much knitting and crocheting as I can, just to keep the sadness out of my heart.  If you could only feel the pain I feel on a daily basis, then you can go ahead and try to make head or tail of a home (built on her religious belief system) where there is very little love.
 
Panayiota
Darling friend, your pain and suffering is perfectly understandable. I identify so much with your story... especially the feeling of being totally alone in your own home, even with your husband there. I had that husband... two of them in fact... and I currently live with a son who is always playing games on his cell phone and pretty much unresponsive when he is home... It takes too much energy for me to get him off of his games, even for a short time. The frustration of just knowing there is sometimes “dead wood” in the house leaves me screaming inside. 
 
If I were to give you my best advice right now, it would be to find a way to get onto that freeway and out of your house (your uncomfortable comfort zone)... I know this would take immense courage, but if would ultimately give you the LIFE you are crying out for. When you fully realise that you can't find what you are looking for where you are and that you can't control or change the negative behaviour of others to fit with your desperate needs, and when you are able to move beyond what you are already so stuck in, you will also surely find a way to breathe and feel loved and appreciated for who you are in all your specialness and uniqueness.
You will find what you are looking for... Just in a new way with different people.
 
“Frankl maintains that, as human beings, we all have a will to meaning.  We all want something worthwhile and purposeful to live and work for; we all want to feel needed, called upon to carry responsibility for something or someone.  By exercising the unique responsibilities that life has entrusted to us, we feel a sense of moral integrity.  Our lives are serving a unique purpose.  We have a destined role to play and, in our own way, we are irreplaceable.  These are the things that endue our life with meaning and that we, deeply within ourselves, want to experience.” (Shantall, 2003, p. 37) ~ The Quest for Destiny 
 
Find a place to serve or share with others the beautiful woman that you are.
 
I know I've said all this to you before... think really hard about it and find your courage dear friend... I found mine and the changes have been miraculous... I want the same for you. Bless you 💓
 
Things are only scary when we are thinking about them as scary, but once we're doing them (because we found a way), they're not so scary anymore... The thing is to find the courage to do what we never thought possible...
 
FRIEND
Thanks Pan.  I have tried to go on the freeway, but my anxiety attacks override my courage.  I love the garden and my crafts, but sometimes, I just sit and stare out of the window for solace.
 
Panayiota
I used to have dreadful panic attacks entering malls... for some reason, the crowded places and noise scared me terribly.  But you can overcome any fears (my friend) ... with the right help, and a willing attitude.  You'd probably need someone you can really trust to go with you the first few times (and persevere), until you can see for yourself that there is nothing too much to fear, so long as you are a cautious driver.  I wish for you to find a way.  Once your courage for a new step like this kicks in, it's incredible how the fears start to dissolve away until they are no more.  I still to this day feel panicked just to leave my yard, but I'm grateful that I have meaningful motivation and reasons that are bigger than my fears, that help me just do it.  Once I'm out of the yard, I feel so much better.  I’ve realised that it's just the getting out that creates fear in me, but once I’m out I’m okay.
 
“The basic tenet of logotherapy is that, as human beings, we have a will to meaning.  Having the capacity to think, to weigh up our lives, choose what we want to do with them and why, we are operating in a dimension not shared with any other earthly creature.  In reaching out beyondourselves or a mere day-to-day existence we are transcending the levels of animalistic existence and enter into a uniquely human dimension.” (Shantall, 2003, p. 5) ~ The Quest for Destiny
 
In Logotherapy we describe what we call, The Defiant Power of the Human Spirit.  That's the part of our spirit that eventually shouts out to us... ENOUGH!... be it enough of another person's nonsense or enough of our own.  This helps us to stand up for our true selves in the face of all our fears and our struggles and to move forward regardless. We all have this power within us that we can tap into. 
 
“THE DEFIANT POWER OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT – One is not a helpless victim of one’s drives, of one’s environment and of one’s circumstances:  One is endowed with the noëtic faculty:  one has the human capacity to take a stand against one’s “fate” (poverty, negative influences from our childhood, etc).. Even when one is suffering from physical – or even psychological – illnesses, the noös (q.v)., one’s spirit, stays virtually intact, and the ability to choose one’s attitude (q.v). remains... Moreover, human beings not only have a deep need to find a meaning, they have the power to take a stand against their circumstances, their “fate”.  This power belongs to all of us, and Frankl calls it the Defiant Power of the Human Spirit (q.v).” (Havenga Coetzer, 2003, pp 29-30)~ Viktor Frankl’s Avenues to Meaning
 
You have been held back for years and years and it's no wonder you're possibly in that head space that keeps you back from your own freedom and living... too stuck in the involvement of what everyone else is doing that has excluded their love and attention for you, causing you so much heartache and frustration, and not giving yourself the care and attention that you deserve, that would give focus to your own living.  Is it possible that you are still allowing the failures and bad behaviours of others to reflect onto you... holding you back from becoming YOUR best and most strongest, courageous, happiest self... from living to your full potential? 
 
What part of the world is missing out on the true YOU, because you are so locked up in the negative behaviour of others?  If you want more out of your life dear friend, you have to pass through all the discomforts and fears to get out there and find for yourself, what is missing from that sad and lonely place where you are right now.  If love and attention is missing for instance, you go out there and find a place where you can give your portion of love and attention to others who, just like you, are crying out for what you have to give... even a pet shelter or a plant nursery... and there you will find others who will appreciate who you are on levels you may never have experienced before, as I have found in my Logotherapy world... and you will find that they will willingly return their love and attention to you, because they will appreciate your worth.  It might not be in the ways you had always hoped and expected  from those who should have loved and nurtured you in ways you felt you so desperately needed... but it will be in unexpected and beautiful ways that will nurture and give fulfillment to your souls longings. 
 
Once we reach out to find this and we realise it was always out there, just WAITING FOR US to be a part of it, then all fear will begin to pass away, and courage will become stronger with every passing day.  It's the most incredibly strengthening and mind-altering, life-changing thing, to find out who we truly are and always were meant to be in this world... to find out the purpose and meaning of our OWN unique and beautiful existence ❤
 
There is a reason we have gone through everything that we have had to face in our lives... all the hardships and struggles have been a part of our souls journey.  The world waits for the person we have become as a result of all that we have learned along the way… and the world waits for the person we are still going to become, if we would only give ourselves a chance.
 
Every person's unique life journey will eventually bring them to a place of great value and worth to the world... YOU have always had, and further developed something unique and powerful to give to the world my dear friend.  You must not withhold your talents, and abilities and most importantly, your portion of TRUE LOVE that a world out there has been waiting for.  It is time to give WHO YOU ARE so that others can find their way also, to become WHO THEY ARE MEANT TO BE...
 
You CAN do this my friend, even if it means driving on the freeway to get there... because you are meant for far more than living so alone and aching in your misery. 
 
You were NOT born into this world to be trampled on... Below is a letter my mentor wrote to me recently... it's also in one of my most recent blog posts... it is a powerful message for you too.  All my love and best wishes to you ❤ BIG HUGS ❤
 
Letter from my mentor
FROM ME TO YOU WITH LOVE
Dearest. dearest Panayiota,
 
What a sharp and sensitive soul you have!  It is like a razor sharp sword that cuts the bone from the marrow and sets apart the truth from the lie; the reality from the deception.  And what an artist you are - how your poems so magnificently go to the poignant heart of the matter!
 
My dearest Panayiota, I do not need to help you; to give you advice.  You are sorting things out for yourself.  And what progress you have made!  It is the most difficult and most painful reality to have to come to terms with: that you were not loved, that you are not loved; that people that should have cared and should care, have failed and fail to do so.  THE FAULT IS THEIRS.  Truth, and its consolation and its healing, is with you.  So what if they did not care?  So what if they do not care now?  So what if they are miserably failing and faltering and even downright ugly people?  So what if they have no backbone of integrity?  Who will fall?  You whom they have so cruelly hurt and continue to hurt?  What will happen to you but the power of protest?  For you there is the standing up out of the dust and the declaration of your own worthiness.  It is a worthiness that you do not need them to give to you because it is a worthiness you have!  Who then will fall apart, come crashing down?  Who will be ashamed?  You, who were unable to win over their love?  You who were shamed by them?  On whom lies the blame of that shame?  On you who only wanted their love and that tried so hard to find it?  You who loved them with so much forgiveness; you, who because they refused or did not care to receive it, were brought to this point of withdrawing it? 
 
You are gathering your pearls, so cast down by their swine - their greedy self-concerned - attitudes towards you! 
 
My beloved, the time has come.  It is a time of giving up on futile efforts.  Giving up not because of bitterness or despair, but giving up out of principle.  You have drunk to the dregs the cup of suffering which they have placed in your hands, saying:  "Lie down, that we may walk over you".  The Word that is coming to you now is:  "Awake!  Awake!  Stand up, O Jerusalem! “ (read Isaiah 51, especially verses:17-23 and ponder it!)  You are to give that cup of staggering that has poisoned you with so much insecurity and feelings of worthlessness for so long, back to them.  You will drink from it no more.  Out of your downtrodden state, the defiant power of real life and love is being provoked.  To you the Song of Solomon is being sung:
 
"Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.  For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.  The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come.  The voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land.  The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell.  Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away!"  (Song of Solomon 2:10-13).
 
How much I believe in you; how much I treasure your worthiness!
 
FRIEND
Wow Pan.  Yes, you do have a beautiful soul and I would never have thought of all that you too have had to bare.  I always have the Group Home's dog come on over when I am working in the garden, and this dog listens to me when I talk.  Now the neighbours behind us have a few chickens, and it is so much fun to just sit and talk to them, and then they talk back in their funny cackle.  I give my all to my garden in the summer.  I love to see the results.  My husband has finally come to realize that all the years he was gone, I worked so hard to make the garden look the way it does.  It is still spring, but he will see the results in a few more weeks.  I can't, no way, can I go on that freeway.  I have tried too many times, and I get too sick to my stomach, upset stomach for days when I even think of going on it.  I think you have a wonderful friend to write you such a beautiful letter.
 
Panayiota
Thank you, dear friend... I do believe that you have a beautiful soul too, and that's why you hurt so much and probably why you are being hurt so much by life.  It seems to me that some souls are called to go through the hardest trials and therefore have the greatest task and responsibility to handle every hard situation with humility and grace in overcoming.
 
I love that you have the company of that dog... how lovely... those are the sort of reminders I have that we are never alone... Heaven is constantly sending us reminders, whether it be a dog, a chicken, birds, butterflies, the shape of clouds, etc., that we are watched over and loved.
 
I love chickens also.  I wrote a little story about a chicken we had once... I hope to get it published someday.  Did you ever think of writing children's stories?  You could include your dog visitor and those chickens... just a thought 🙂 ❤
 
I also love gardening... your husband is blessed to have you keeping your surroundings so beautiful... I'm glad he's seeing that at last and is acknowledging and valuing the work you've done on it.  Our weather is into fall now, so I've just planted winter vegetable and herb seeds and some are already coming up.  So we should be in for a super winter crop again... small garden, but it looks after us well.
 
FRIEND
… as my daughter was leaving after a visit today "my dog" came out to spend some time with me, and then a church friend came to visit, and Tank, the dog, laid in the middle of the easement the entire time we were talking.  I know that this dog loves me, I can just feel it, and I have known him since he was a puppy.  Also, the neighbours chickens were talking to me when my daughter left, so I know God is around me right now.  Thank you so much for caring.  I so wish we could have met when you were in the USA.​