Dear Harry and Avra,

Today I had the opportunity to deliver the Belief Management Mini Course to my eldest son and husband. This is the first of several miracles for which I am eternally grateful. Well lets just say this is not the first time I offered to share the Avatar Materials with them.

We missed Thanksgiving together this year and only occasionally meet in the same room for birthdays or holidays.  But we were together as a family today for a purpose, to come to terms with an unpleasant event that occurred on Mothers Day in May 2006. After a late movie his friends at the local theatre with, my son returned to his apartment near the university campus. He stepped out of his car into two loaded pistols pointed directly at his head. He relinquished to the gunmens demands and fully cooperated, fearing for his last breath on this earth. The intruders had him lie supine, drove him around, roughed him up, and asked him to finish a string of stupid riddles under the threat, "Get it right or Ill shoot." After he was tormented, slapped with the pistol, and robbed of $300 from his ATM, he was dropped off in an abandoned driveway. He gathered the courage to escape. The remainder of the evening was spent telling his story to the local police.

I am grateful he is alive to tell.

The trial began this Monday, one and one half years later. Today was Marcs day to testify. We gathered at his apartment awaiting the District Attorneys call. We made small talk about computers, my husband changed the dusty air conditioning filter, and we discussed a small business venture that we might collaborate on using Marcs art designs/logos. I encouraged him to contact his silk screeners and start the process of building their partnership.

Since the weather was a perfectly cool, sunny and dry 68 degrees, I ventured out onto the small patio backyard where I set out the BM mini course booklets on a table covered in spray paint. The guys found paper and pens and we began exploring our beliefs about the topic chosen by them, "making money." I relaxed into my best serious drill and reveled in the moment... the hour.

Before long, the DA called us to the 6th floor of the downtown courthouse. We used the driving time to deliberately move our beliefs up and down the conviction scale. We entered the great abyss of not knowing, as a team of curious explorers. Our inexperience in courtroom drama was highly evident.

But anxiety crept into my consciousness as the assistant DA met us in the lobby, giving instructions not to speak to the family of the accused who were sitting across from us. The wooden bench seating reminded me of church pews so I looked for the reverence in the moment. We continued with light conversation until I asked Marc if he wanted to try the Transparent Belief Exercise. We experimented with a few rounds but I was unable to hold the space, so I began Compassion Ex instead_ on the judge, the jury, the attorneys, the other victims and their families, and on the accused and his family.

The DA approached to warn us that we would be called in next. Although he was a near perfect match for my son with his demeanor, quiet voice, and calm approach, I saw tears of fear in Marcs eyes as he trembled with anticipation. My guardian parent identity emerged to justify my own tears, so I walked over to the window to gaze upon the historic Mississippi River where great stories of power and struggle and victory occurred along the banks.

I decided to call a Master that I worked with last week at Integrity Course, excused myself through the metal detectors and proceeded to the ladies room where she coached me on the primary, "I am fully present and supportive."  I quickly shifted and returned to the lobby in great spirits, honored to have loving, supportive friends. We entered the court together, three as one, myself in my best serious drill. Marcs testimony was clear, succinct and greatly added credibility to the case. I lingered there for a while longer, waiting for news of the next step while experiencing a sigh of relief. My gaze fixed. Along the wall stood a young woman with her family, the apparent rape survivor who had flown in from California to testify. I reflected on my own inner rage and aggression now quietly replaced with compassion and forgiveness. I wanted to reach over and take away their pain. I am once again eternally grateful for the inner peace I continue to discover as a result of doing the Avatar work.  

Our family departed the state building walking side by side, our step a lot lighter. We decided to drop in on the burrito restaurant where our youngest son grilled meats and vegetables. He joined us in our meal of thanksgiving.

I sit in gratitude for the revelation of Marcs three beliefs about our family, and challenge myself to live up to that viewpoint as I continue to redefine my role personal relationships. He wrote earlier today, "My family is always there for me; my family is supportive; and my family is the people I am closest to." And concluded they were all helpful beliefs.

I reach up to touch the space above me. It is there in that space where I connect to, as well as separate from, my Avatar sanga. I am grateful for this knowing and for all the trainers who patiently remind me of that grace we all share when we have the courage to feel, to forgive and live deliberately.

P.V.


Source : http://avatarresults.com/avatar-in-life/602-support.html