Chapter 8 - A Father’s Bonding -

“He who feels it knows it.”

Whoever is born, the father is the cause of their birth. Therefore, the Father is everyone’s visible God. —SSSB

We are reminded that if we wish to be forgiven we must first be able to forgive. This brings back to memory an experience from childhood I wish to share with you.

My Mother, like many mothers, always had those profound pieces of wisdom that mothers teach their children during their upbringing. Like myself, you may have noticed that these great insights of deeply coined philosophical pearls always preceded a punishment. Sometimes the “pearl” came after a very serious reprimand that invariably was administered with great love, at the deprivation of some personal privilege—much to my regret!

You may recall, as I do, this favorite of your mother’s sayings: “Never go to bed at night bearing a grudge. Always reconcile a difference you may have with anyone before retiring to bed, lest you or they never awake in the morning.” We knew these axioms of wisdom were definitely a result of Mother’s guilty conscience for having administered either a loss of privilege or a good spanking. These were her words of reconciliation before she retired to bed at night.

Years later on a fateful day, this lesson failed to come home to roost in relation to my Dad who, in my adult years, became my best friend. We were so close that I was on a first name basis with him as a grown-up. Nevertheless, on rare occasions we had a difference of opinion—always reconciled with my humbly seeking a renewal of friendship. This was true even when I believed I was in the right.

On the instance in question, however, we had one of those rare altercations. I was adamant that this time Father would have to make amends by initiating contact with me. I had no intention of speaking to him first, hoping to teach him a lesson. Having walked out on him after that dispute, I let a few weeks elapse. One day I had a nagging feeling that I should renew contact with him, thereby breaking the pact I had made with myself. A few days passed as I allowed that nagging feeling to erode my will, having no intention of being the first to show any weakness.

The feeling became so strong that on a Monday afternoon I drove to the top of a mountain to meditate on the answer to the meaning of that strong energy. Numerous thoughts of interpretation came to me of things happening to those I held dear, like my children. So I fervently prayed for their safety and surrounded them in a pure white light, the light of protection. I left the mountaintop and had just turned into my driveway when it suddenly came to me that my meditation was being answered. It was revealed to me that my dad was going to die from a severe heart attack.

Immediately I thought the revelation was my ego playing tricks with me. I surrounded my dad and his situation in the great white light of protection and flatly refused to even give the scenario of Dad’s imminent death a second thought. My Father was much too energetic and young; he had never ever been sick before, as far as I could remember. So my rationale was that if I ignored it, then it could not exist; and on the other hand if I thought about it, then I would be fueling the situation with energy by creating thoughts of manifestation.

Two days later, not being able to contain myself any longer, I called his office. On that memorable Wednesday afternoon his secretary asked if I wished to be connected to him.

No, thank you,I said, “I only wanted to see if he was all right,” and I hung up.

I received a phone call the following morning, a Thursday, at 6:30 a.m., informing me that my Dad...

 

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© 1996 by Oliver H. Jobson. From His Book  Expanding The Boundaries Of Self Beyond The Limit Of Traditional Thought Discovering The Magic Within Published June 2005.

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