Ukraine & my Mother
Her Tragedy was my Awakening
The Ukraine invasion reminds me of my own mother’s story. And as I sat at dinner with my dutch Mother n Law, she also shared her story of 1944. At the age of 10 her family fleed for safety, no food, and barely shelter! Unimaginable!
I am now lying here ready for sleep in the safety and comfort of my home, in my bed, as I recall my mother’s stories.
My mother escaped Hungary at age 15, on her own in 1956 during The Hungarian Revolution of 1956 (also known as the Hungarian Uprising, 23 October – 10 November 1956, was a countrywide revolution against the Stalinist government of the Hungarian People's Republic (1949–1989) and the Hungarian domestic policies imposed by the USSR. I remember her telling me how she slept on a dirt floor, speakers placed in each home by the USSR dictating their days.
She was living on the border of Austria. Her father passed before she was born on route back from World War 2. Her mom died when she was 9. Yet despite her challenges, she escaped during a revolt at the age of 16 . She met many biblical like people that magically appeared during her 6-month journey to Canada,.You can learn more about her spiritual travels in her book, The Miraculous Journey available here
MY SPIRITUAL JOURNEY BEGAN BEFORE I WAS BORN!
In my personal challenges, my lessons, as a child I would use my mother’s story for courage. I often thought, ‘if she could survive her childhood, this Canadian girl could survive hers! I mean seriously, it was not THAT bad!’
At a young age, this was a great awareness.
To add to my spiritual awareness, I also learned that my mother’s mother was the last of the gypsies to settle, and my mom was a tarot card reader and psychic! Now this practical, rational child, (me) was discovering how to be a free spirit! Yet as an Aquarius Moonchild I was more re-discovering this!
I cannot begin to imagine the pain and trauma my mother and mother-in-law endured as children, I can only guess this is a similar story the Ukraine people are experiencing now. I cannot pretend I comprehend why we have to suffer as humans. Yet it is a pattern in history.
No matter what my relationship is with my mother, I understand and empathize deeply with her loss. I also appreciate that it is also my awakening. It is not my story, yet I am the sequel to this story.
I know that many of us are born to immigrants of similar stories and I invite you to find you sequal, your story and your narrative. It’s time to heal.