Family is Just a Word : Channeled with Lord Lanto by Suzanna Axisa

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Words from Suzanna Axisa

 

Hi everyone,

 

Here’s something that Lord Lanto very obviously wanted me to share, because he cut off my internet connection until I had finally written it.  I keep thinking that I can improve it, but each time I read the words I was given to type I don’t understand how because it feels perfect as it is, so I find that I’m doing more and more automatic writing.

 

If you, like me, have difficult family relationships, don’t worry.  Just know that whatever love you can’t show that person, you can always show it to their soul.  Just take a moment to feel all the love that’s in your own soul, bring a picture of the person you want to send this to into your third eye, and send it to them because, at soul level, you both know how much you love each other very much, otherwise you wouldn’t have agreed to create these difficulties for each other.  But then who else but someone who loves you very much, would agree to bring you such magnificent opportunities for your soul’s growth!

 

In much love and laughter,

 

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Family is just a word

 

 

Earlier this year I learned that my father, whom I hadn’t seen since I was about 3 years old, was very ill in hospital in the UK.  My mother had died at the age of 37, when I was barely 22 and, just as I had been with her when she died, I wanted my father to know that all was well between us when he died so, with my heart in my mouth, I flew from Italy to the UK to see him with just the few memories of his intense anger and my guides, working overtime, to keep me company on the long journey.

 

During this first trip I also had to meet a half brother who had discovered my website in May 2008.  I already knew that he had problems with unresolved anger and was capable of very angry words whenever those around did not meet his expectations, but hoped I had done enough healing on myself to be able to stay in my centre whenever those times arose.  I had managed to do that during our e-mails by simply not responding to his provocations right away. I would wait and then reply calmly so that he would be able to let his volcano rest for a while.

 

During our visits to see our father, discuss the prognosis with his care team and select a hospice and funeral home, what evolved was a truly gentle, intelligent, generous, funny, curious and loving half-brother who had been brutalised by the anger around him while he was growing up.  He was so used to it he no longer saw it, either in himself or his choice of entertainment, although he was cripplingly sensitive to it in others.  I left for Italy feeling genuinely glad to have had this opportunity to know him a little better, thinking that we now had a solid base from which to develop our relationship further. 

 

When I got home, an intense bout of ‘flu helped me release some of the old feelings I had around my father and I saw how his anger had led him to create a life of poverty-consciousness; remember how his anger had hurt me, yet still love him and be eternally grateful to him for the lessons he had so generously agreed to bring me.  I saw the paradox of the soul and the ego, and loved it all.

 

As my half-brother couldn’t return to the UK and didn’t want to see our father dead, I agreed to arrange the funeral, clear his apartment and do the things that inevitably need doing when a family member dies. 

 

It seemed that no sooner had I arrived at our father’s sheltered housing apartment the angry messages started arriving.  My half brother needed to tell me how to do everything because I couldn’t do anything right in his eyes and was desecrating our father’s memory, so no wonder he couldn’t be bothered to get to know me!  All this, while our father’s friend was saying how proud of me my father would have been.

 

Back in the safety of my own home I tried desperately to forgive and forget, but had forgotten to forgive myself for hanging on to old pain and, until I could do that, I couldn’t heal.  The emotions were so overpowering that whenever I was in company I burst into tears or wanted to run away and hide. Finally, I started a daily tapping practice giving voice to all the words that would trigger my pain for 15-30 minutes each day.  Then I made myself get on with everything I had to do.  I very soon began to see encouraging results – there was no gaping wound in my heart for the rest of the day after I had tapped.  As my guides brought me the words that would release the next layer of pain, I realised that all this had been Spirit’s way of making me accept myself enough to take back my power from my birth family and see them for what they really are – nothing more nor less than a group of souls who generously agreed to treat me as though I was their punch bag so that I could learn how to love and accept myself enough to let them go in love and in peace.  I learned that “family” is just a word.  Give it as little or as much energy as you like, but make sure that energy is one of unconditional love, then it doesn’t matter how close or distant the relationship is because what you can’t do in person you can always do from your soul.

 

 

Suzanna

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