There are a lot of masks I wear, every day, in the line of work that I have chosen, which is not only being a professional weirdo, but more, an advocate to those whose lives have been marred by abuse or addiction – or both. As a minister, it is not only my duty, but also my calling to be there for those who it seems that the rest of the “real” world has given up on. As a healer, it would be wrong for me to deny people what they need the most, which is Love. As a woman, it is because of Ke’ahi i ke’opu – The Fire in the Belly – which prompts me to never give up on people who I know just want to be well, who just want to no longer hurt and who no longer wish to medicate themselves through outside means.
It is through these people, particularly women and girls of all ages and from all walks of life, that I am able to get my Goddess thing on, through the imparting of things that people with ill-intent have no clue of doing with or for these women. It is not a pride thing for me – it is a thing that I have to do, because that is what I have been given in this lifetime: the ability to “see,” and the ability to communicate what it is that I am “shown” by the Goddess can be in store for these broken people. If I did not use my gifts for at least this much, I would not be giving the Goddess Her due, and Her due is seen through the things that we human beings show and give to one another through acts of kindness and Unconditional Love, namely to those who are considered as the least of us, who are the biblical meek, and the ones who society has just totally given up all hope for. These are the people who I mentor, who I take to the furthest extent of their own abilities toward their own Spiritual healing, and who I Love, no matter what, even when they are no longer mine to share consciousness with.
To mentor kids is a great thing, but to mentor other adults embroiled in a nasty addiction or caught in a violent Love thing is something completely different. I chose to mentor mainly women, because the children of these women need their mothers, period, but they need their mothers to be sober, to not be inclined toward getting high so that they can deal with their pain given to them via life, to believe that they alone are who will be the bearer of the responsibility of their becoming who they are meant to be, and more than anything else, to be the best version of themselves that they can be. And the pay off is seeing this all take place in front of my eyes and in my awareness. The pay off is not me EVER saying that without me in their lives that they would not be where they are now, but is instead, knowing that these precious little people who call them “Mama,” “Abuela,” “Auntie,” “Big Sister” are all going toward their ultimate goal, which is to bring their families back to wholeness.
Once it is that they no longer need anyone else is when the priceless nature of who they really are comes through, not to me or anyone else like me, but to their very selves. That alone is worth every tear that I shed from the very real nature of what it is like to know exactly, for any woman, the truth of her own empowerment, and the reality that is her own nature as given to her by the Goddess and shown to her through the reflection of herself in the mirror now, versus what she did not want to look at upon first we met.
Kids need mentors, but some of us are still those crying children on the inside who were first hurt by our first love, who is our mother and father. When you think about it next time, about how much you would love to volunteer your time and Love to anyone else, while it is nice to mentor kids, there is nothing at all like leading those who would one day also mentor kids back to the person they are meant to be, and back to the thing that they thought that they would never have again.
…a perfect Love whose name is “Themselves.”
The priceless nature of healing is contained within us all. Be a mentor, and please don’t forget that sometimes, it is the child within a person who needs the mom or dad who lives in you.