Over the last several weeks, I’ve experienced a couple of wounds that seem to work together nicely to keep me feeling unsure about who I am, the path I walk, and the people I allow in my life. All because of something that appears so small and so silly to my conscious mind, but is like the iceberg under the water for my ego. The ego is not bad. It is a tool like anything else and its purpose is to keep you safe. However, most of us have been taught that the ego is who we are. Our identity. How we fit into this world. So naturally, we allow it to lead everything about our lives. When we let it run free, it tends to make us forget about our Soul or Spirit. We forget we are pure love. We forget that we don’t have to create all of our problems in our reactions. So, this little thing of mine has been festering for 42 years. It’s like a little sliver that my mind has grown over, not able to come out on its own, and not able to stay in without causing more damage. But it is barely even noticeable. Until I start following threads. You see, because of my current line of deep study, I have been evaluating my emotions twice daily for the last while to get proficient at my own Somatic Healing method. I check in with my body and feel what is on the surface. Then, I find where that emotion lands on the element chart. That element corresponds to traumas, even tiny little ones that are more annoying than damaging, but halt my progress just the same. In my evaluations of late, I uncovered (with the synchronistic help of the Universe) a wound from a lot of years ago. From my father. He did not inflict this wound on me to be a bully. Yes, he was abusive at times, but I don’t feel he was doing it to traumatize me at the age of 10 or so. But the wound in me was real. I felt it there. My whole life, I know today, that I felt it there. Heard his voice in my mind countless times as I grew and matured. “You’ll never amount to anything.” And my subconscious believed him. My ego believed him. And it has kept me from creating monetary success and security. All my life. That one memory. It has gone quietly undetected all this time until I started digging to help myself so I can help others.