Masterpiece of Manipulation
Seeing the Higher Purpose for Enduring Negative Words, Actions, and Experiences
We have to be reminded of our pain to see our growth don’t we?
It never feels good. It’s not supposed to.
I want you to feel some of my pain with me. I’m gonna stick a knife in your heart and give it a little twist — cause that’s what my parents did to me.
Ready?
I was adopted. I lived for 2 1/2 years in orphanage — err well, ‘group home’ — if we are going to be ‘politically correct’ for all you stiff jackets — it was a damn orphanage okay? I can say it cause I was there — you weren’t, and if you were you’d agree with me.
I was told by my parents that I was ‘taken’ away from my birth mother and father as a young baby, because they were ‘bad parents who had mental problems, they drank, they did drugs, and that they were so abusive to me that the police came and took me from them.
Not really the nicest way to relay to a 4 1/2 year old why their circumstances were so fortunate in life now is it?
Fortunate?
Wait… you mean UNfortunate right?
No. Manipulation remember? The topic of the article? I’ll get there…
My parents brought me into their home at 4 1/2 years old prior to them I had after being in over 25 foster homes, spent 2 1/2 years in an orphanage then was placed in another foster home for only a week prior to landing them as parents!
If you know anything about child pschycology you will know that the first two years are critical for a child to bond with their parents, create connections and begin developing a personality and character, and understanding for the world by being grounded to and with a family — all the aspects of root chakra development.
Well I didn’t get any of those. I was an EXTREMELY unbonded child when I came to my current adopted family — which made me a ‘difficult’ child as they always told me I was — not really any fault of my own though.
Just do the math. I was taken from my biological parents at around 3 months old give or take a month For the next 18 months I went through roughly 25 foster homes. 18 months = roughly 540 days, divided by 25 foster homes = 21.6 days a piece!
It’s no wonder I was unbonded! I probably would just start to bond with a family and then…Bam! Taken to another. The trauma of being ripped away and placed in another family to try to bond to at that young of an age I can’t begin to imagine…and yet it happened to me… I ought to know right? I suppose I am a little ‘teched in the head’!” as the old phrase goes!
Yet even now I think of the cruelty of my adopted parents words even telling me such things as “Your mommy and daddy drank too much.” Your parents did drugs — it’s like medicine that makes you go crazy running and screaming all the time so the police had to take you away from them’ ‘Your daddy didn’t want you.’ ect. ect. on infinatam.
And yet my parents had an air of pride, that they had done some ‘holy’ thing taking the child of a ‘bunch of drunks and sinners’ into their home and purging ‘it’ of ‘it’s’ inherent sins.
I can still hear my mother’s voice ringing in my head, “I’m glad God gave you to me! He knew you would need a harsh mother to set you straight!”
What needed to be set straight? I was an emotionally unbonded child with an undeveloped root chakra system that needed grounding and an outpouring of love and affection until the inner child was healed then and only then could the outer child be healed…how could they know? I’ve since forgiven their lack of understanding now as an adult deep within my soul.
How about this one? My dad saying such warped manipulative things like, ‘We saved you from a terrible life where you would never have known God and would have probably died at an early age from a drug overdose or a gang shooting. Now you won’t just die and go to hell, you’ve been given a chance to cleanse your soul and go to heaven — I’m happy God gave you to us — your coming along, but you’ve got a long way to go!”
Those were not said with smiles by the way; just in case you were wondering, they were said with an air of pride, harshness, anger and frustration — and their facial expressions showed it!
They often told me the Bible verse that ‘ The sins of the fathers is passed on to the third and fourth generations’ and that God had sent me to their home so that I could be saved and cleansed from those sins and every time I was spanked, slapped, told to stand in time out, run miles of laps, do pushups, sit-ups, yard work, digging terraces and holes, sentences, missing meals, skipping fun times with friends, and the occasional punch and kick; that I ‘deserved’ it because I was a sinner that had to ‘work out my faith with fear and trembling.’
Does hearing all that kinda get under your skin a little? Heck I’m twenty and thirty years passed all those manipulative words and actions and it still kinda miffs me.
I say all that to say this: There is a overarching presence of Christ-like perfection and conformity to who Christ is represented to be in the scriptures that ‘Christians’ have established for themselves; like the Jews did in ancient times when Jesus walked the earth.
Christians see themselves as ‘holier than thou’ and that they are the only ones who can set the world straight and on the right path toward ‘perfecting their soul toward the upward calling of Christ Jesus.’
See My article: Purposeful Escape Into Hermit Mode where I talk about passion, zeal and taking purposeful rest from the situations you are surrounded by. In there, I give a couple examples of the overarching, overbearance of adherance to the laws the religious rulers of the time set up, that Jesus actually, fought against.
We are here to be transformed by the renewing of our minds daily not by seeking out how to proclaim how much better we are then others and why strict conformity is the best purge of a soul! That is the quintessential essence of manipulation!
Even the movies my parents chose for us growing up had to be ‘wholesome’ which to an extent I’m glad they were, because there is alot of garbage out there.
Once such one I remember distinctly because we watched it so many times. It was the ‘Pollyanna’ the orphan girl who went from being a missionary kid whose parents died to living with her rich, husbandless childless, prudish, persnickety aunt who owned most of the town including the church and parish. She regularly had meetings with the pastor telling him how and what he ought to preach to the people who were are sinners.
The first sermon you hear in the movie has the line ‘Death comes unexpectedly!” The pastor is screaming it at the congregation; causing not only the chandeliers to quake, but the hearts of those ‘damned sinners’ who sat in the pews who needed constant reminder of their souls ever-daily-purging that ought to be done lest they be damned.
When Christ said ‘I am the vine, you are the branches, he who is connected shall bear fruit’ he was likening his connection to the divine, and our connection to the divine through him, on a multidimensional planes through energetic chakra connection.
Christ’s connection to us is through the heart chakra initially; then later as we grow in our faith through our throat chakra, then third eye; then crown chakra; When our souls constantly grow and change we bear fruit of the soul that is harvestable in the higher plains of existence through soul integration and reconnection once we step out of this 3d reality.
(I’m working on a more in depth look at how Christ and Christianity through history has helped raise the collective consciousness of the world in another article I’m working on when I’m done I’ll hyperlink it here.)
When we are tapped in to our higher selves we get a better look at the outside larger picture of what is really happening in our lives — outside of the matrix of 3rd density reality, time construct. It is important not to lose sight that the soul lessons were ones that we chose to endure for our souls higher advancement.
I think back often to many times in my lonely childhood where I was made to do outside chores; write sentences; or do extra homework assignments; all of them for hours on end; I remember the feeling of being comforted talking to; what I now as an adult recognize and identify, were my guides.
I remember my guides as a child distinctly. There was two boys and one girl. I kept them a secret from every one else. I called them the little people that talked to me, and lived in my eye! They would always come and talk to me when I had moments that I can only describe like the Bible describes: ‘groaning too deep for words.’
When my soul was in despair and I as a child could not find the words to lift myself up out of the mental mire I sloshed through; due to being a young developing mind not understanding completely the world around me; and the lessons through manipulation and hardship I had chosen to learn for my own growth and integration; the deepest sighs of sorrow, pain, hurt, yearning for love and affection were translated energetically to my guides; and they came to my side to talk with me and comfort me as only our guides, and balanced masculine and feminine higher self can — for their knowing is higher than ours.
There is a pain that lingers deep within the soul, though years have passed and the memories fade that stays with me still. I am able to see though what beauty has been allowed to cultivate within my soul. I am able to see far more clearly now the meaning the purpose behind it. As a soul with a great mission I needed to be aligned toward the light by perhaps a harsher path; to set my foot well upon it, and not vere from it.
With that I say; thanks for the purging, my adopted parents! I see myself now as I am; a masterpiece of a soul wrought from wrongful manipulation.
I think to some extent every person is a Masterpiece of wrongful Manipulation as long as they take the lessons learned and do not allow them to fester into a gangrene of the soul.
Part of our spiritual path is to entegrate the darkness and learn from the difficult lessons our lifes path takes us and grow our souls to a newer higher more beautiful level. Have you ever seen an old, weathered, scarred ancient looking tree that didn’t look absolutely majestic? That’s your soul. I daily work through my souls growth with a healthy fear and trembling of what is yet next to come.
I can’t focus on only the bad though. As Abraham Lincoln once said “If you look for the bad in others you shall surely find it.” I try to ‘focus the pain elsewhere;’ as my oldest brother so wisely used to tell me to do when I was working through emotional issues of pain and abandonment in my teens.
Now daily, I seek my relationship with the Divine through every musical note I hear; every bird alighted to the wind, ever rustle of the leaf, every flower that grows, every trickling stream of water, the fresh smell of the earth after a rain storm, and a thousand other ways; ever listening for that still, soft, small voice that speaks to me daily, guiding me down the path of energetic righteousness; and enlightening my path further towards my reunion with the divine.
Focus your pain elsewhere and allow your soul to heal from the manipulations of your past and become a masterpiece others will want to look upon as an example for there own soul growth.
Love and Light
J.C. Miller
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