Not breaching trust
It is difficult holding in good news. I wrote a blog yesterday, talking about this but have not and will not post it until the people concerning this news do so themselves. Facebook etiquette is much like social etiquette really. I have seen some people break this and feel sad for those it concerns. If someone gets married, for example, it is their place to post photos first. It is now often stated at such occasions to: ‘please hold off posting your own photos until the bride has done so’. Other events are a little bit different, especially public ones and I don’t think anyone minds if photos go up of these before the organisers, for example, have posted theirs.
With this I am talking about publicly posting. It is different with family and friends, or is it? Whose place is it to tell family members about something special within that family? As a mother, I am often entrusted with bits of information that I know are confidential. Sometimes this information seems to be coming from all directions. Each bit goes in, and stays in. My kids know they can trust me and I would hate to ever spoil that trust. Yesterday’s news was slightly different. I did share it with some family members before the ones concerned had shared it, but that was because I was talking to other family members at the time the text came through. I hope they didn’t mind.
During our lives we are often the recipients of our friends or others’ private bits of information. Our friends trust us to keep their secrets. I have always done so. When I worked as both a hospital nurse and a practice nurse, this was a non-negotiable part of the job. I remember not even telling my husband that I had seen his brother visiting the doctor, let alone sharing the reason for the visit. Everything about that job was confidential.
Sometimes it makes conversations difficult as we know the reason for one thing or another and have to sift through the information we hold before commenting on it, making sure we are not breaching another’s trust.
I do remember one instant from childhood though, where I inadvertently let something slip.
I must have been about seven or eight and was travelling home on the school bus. One of the older girls told me the name of her boyfriend and said I was not to tell a single person. I didn’t, but I wrote it down on a bit of paper (I have always preferred writing). Adrienne loves Michael. Another girl on the school bus saw me writing and tried to grab the paper off me. A scuffle ensued and she won. She loudly proclaimed the words on the paper to the rest of the people on the bus. I was mortified and punished. Adrienne never spoke to me again. That incident actually became one of my ‘traumas’ in childhood and related to other examples where yes, I was guilty, but I was not guilty for all that I was blamed for. And that related to my North American Indian life where I killed two settlers but was blamed for killing many more. And in retribution for what I was blamed for, my tribe was massacred.
As I point out in both books, we get the childhood instances of issues we need to work on from our pasts, in childhood. In this case, it was getting blamed for something more than I was guilty of. That was an issue I needed healing from my former life. And as I also stated in both books, no one needs past life knowledge, for if we heal our childhood traumas, we are automatically healing our former lives anyway.
Of course, I had many more examples of that as I grew older and it wasn’t until I healed the first childhood example, that the issue stopped repeating. Healing ourselves is so important; I can’t stress this enough. And for what it is worth, I’ll repeat something here that I often say, ‘’It is never about now’’. Anytime we react to anything, it is always something from our past that is triggering that reaction, it is never about now.