by Abby
(Australia)
When I was a baby, my mother used to pick me up and dig her fingers into my kidneys specifically to hurt me. It was not just pain, it was torture of the worst kind. I remember a terrible fear of being picked up. I remember my mother's malicious face and that my only defense was to open my eyes as wide as possible in sheer unbelievable agony. I often heard her say later 'Yeah, right in the kidneys where it hurts'. True.
When I grew up I didn't think about it. At least...that's what I thought. However I was plagued by terrible nightmares of someone hurting me in this area and then one day this memory came back. I looked at it in horror. You're just going to have to trust me when I tell you I am not a person given to flights of fancy who imagines such things. I had known all the time somehow. It was even in the forefront of my mind but I had ignored it. When I looked at it and all the horror associated with it, the nightmares stopped...after decades. But now I had this terrifying memory to deal with.
My mother continued to hurt me in as many ways as possible all my life. Emotionally, spiritually and physically in sick, nasty ways. That is, until 2 years ago when I walked away. I still didn't walk away from all the damage she had done to me though and I thought that there was no way to heal such wounds. That is, until I read Serai: Bringing The Children Home.
I had always called myself multifaceted, thinking I was unusual, that I had such disparate personalities living inside of me. Not separate personalities exactly but everything from dignified, gentle and wise, to an angry teenager to a warrior type and of course a desperately frightened, damaged little kid.
The book Serai speaks of all these different personalities. It is written in such a beautiful magical way with warriors and wizards and many wonderful characters. I related to all of them. But best of all it teaches you, without teaching you, how to rescue the child that you were.
It happened suddenly when I was reading about Samantha the warrior. I thought, I'm going to go and rescue that little girl, the one in agony with her mother torturing her.
I saw myself in that situation but I was strongly linked into an inner warrior too and I suddenly jumped up. I was still small but I had tremendous power. I grabbed my mothers hands from off my back and bent them back hard. I jumped forward and hit her hard in the face. She fell back to a wall that was close behind her and just stayed there with a shocked look on her face. She didn't move after that, she just stayed there with her power completely taken away.