Re: My littlebrother/Laurie

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I agree with you Laurie. When you feel understanding, it´s

impossible to hate. I think that´s why BK says we should meet our

thoughts with undertanding, like good friends visiting. Not like

enemies that we should kill or try to throw out. When we do the Work

we have a great opportunity to meet our thoughts with understanding.

And after inquiry the feeling I almost always is left with is love.

Love for the person I just judged and was so angry at, and love for

myself because I see the inocence in it all. It was just some

stories, no big deal, no harm done.

There is no greater healer than love. It takes away the pain, the

suffering. Where there is love, there is peace.

Love,

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> nne,

> Your words are beautiful and understanding. I have found that the

key to

> love is understanding, for me at least. I only wish I gave

> myself more of it.

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> I think once we have understanding, pain ceases.

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> Laurie

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> Re: My littlebrother

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> Dear ,

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> All I see in your Mother is a woman begging to be loved...and she

has

> acted out in ways that are so cruel to others as a way to get that

> love and punish when she doesn't believe she has love.

>

> I love that your brother is so strong and brave. I love that your

> sister had the sense to know what love does by getting him down,

> calling the ambulance and going with him to the hospital.

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> You might do The Fun on the thoughts that came to you as you heard

> your brother's experience...one of MY thoughts are: I should have

been

> there to protect your baby brother and kick your mother's butt from

> here to tomorrow. Off to do a worksheet....

>

> Love, nne

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> > This year I send my brother a Christmas card. He is 4 years

younger

> > than me, and in the past 9 years we haven´t had almost any

contact

> > at all. I experienced him as very aggressive and didn´t want to

be

> > around him. And he didn´t contact me either.

> >

> > Anyway, after my Christmas card he wrote me a long e-mail,

> > explaining to me that he had been an alcoholic, but was now

sober,

> > getting treatment and going to AA-meetings. And a couple of days

> > later he called me and we had a long talk. He is still very

bitter

> > at our mom and dad, and I can understand that. I was in the same

> > position myself, not long ago.

> >

> > Then I had a talk with my sister. I told her that our brother

Jakob

> > had phoned me. And we talked about him and our childhood. That

was

> > when she told me this story that made me feel so miserable. When

> > Jabob was 13 and I had moved away from home, he and mom had a

> > terrible fight. Dad was at work, and Hanna who was 11 witnessed

the

> > whole thing. They fought all day, mom got meaner and meaner.

Finally

> > she said: I wish you were dead Jakob, because I don´t love you,

and

> > I never has, never! Jakob found mom´s pills, she was mentally

ill at

> > the time, and took a lot of them. Then he went upstairs with the

> > dog´s leash, into the master bedroom, took a chair and tied the

> > leash to one of the beams in the cealing. He put the leash round

his

> > neck and kicked the chair away.

> >

> > My sister found him, she doesn´t remember if she helped him down

or

> > if he had managed to get down himself, but his neck was all red.

And

> > he just cried and cried. Mom didn´t care, so Hanna had to call an

> > ambulance and she also went along to the hospital.

> >

> > This story makes me feel so much pain. I will do the Work on

this.

> > For now it was just enough to tell you about it.

> >

> > Thank you,

> >

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