Saturday, November 27, 2010
It's so interesting when clients I work with on a regular basis send their visiting family members for healing, a situation that often occurs during holiday weekends when everyone is home to celebrate together. Watching the familial energy flow through various individuals is fascinating. It's like watching a person with multiple personality disorder. There's an unmistakable energetic "flavor" every member of any family shares with his/her sibs, parents, kids, in-laws, cousins and such - but oh my, the way each individual manifests that familial something is very distinct.
Family get togethers are a form of sacred drama, each person enacting a role that in some way helps the family oversoul evolve or work through issues (at the very least). People seem to both regress and progress simultaneously at holiday gatherings. I believe they are shape shifting like mad in order to help develop something in the overarching family soul. It seems to be very hard work, from what I can see, often creating good humored, or not so good humored, friction. Sometimes this evolutionary process goes smoothly. Sometimes, heads bump, folks get hot under the collar, act out, and such. I think that's why there are so many movies based on the theme of family gatherings at the holidays; the fussing and fighting - and loving each other when all is said and done - are almost universal experiences.
I never travel at the holidays which means I'm never in contact with my own very wonderful family at this time. During the holiday season, I'm very busy at work; one must make hay while the sun shines, after all. So I "see" my family on facebook, or we talk on the phone, or perhaps skip the ordeal of contact entirely. I know this approach is odd, but it works.
After this week, during which I've worked with two extended families, wrestled not only with muscles and trigger points, but with the uber-soul of both clans, a theory is taking shape about why we eat so many rich, heavy foods when we gather with family for the holidays. It's pretty simple, actually. I think all that food puts a damper on the urge to strangle each other. When we're doped up on L-triptophan, it's all we can do to get the TV tuned to a football game. I think the beached whale result of too much food is connected to the survival instinct, helping to curb what might otherwise become quite destructive within the sacred dramatic unfoldings of our beloved family souls.
It's a working theory, undocumented and unproven. What do you think?