The problem was, my spiritual communication with her was one-way. She wanted to preach to me about her belief system (Christian Science) and didn’t want to hear about or acknowledge my spiritual discoveries in Buddhism and other Eastern traditions. This was all right when I was a child. But when I got into my 30’s I didn’t see the point in this level of communication between us. We needed a new level of respect in which she’d listen to my viewpoint and not discount it.
If we were going to have a relationship, it had to go beyond my agreeing with everything she said just to appease her and not cause problems. That wasn’t worth it for me because I knew my mother had it in her to understand where I was going spiritually. I just needed to explain it in a way that she could understand. And I knew it would add so much more freedom and joy to her life.
One day I suggested we go no-contact until she was ready to at least listen to me and not just dismiss what I held within my heart of hearts as worthless. It took a year of silence, but finally she came around and said she’d hear me out.
I carefully laid out the principles of Cosmic Consciousness that the great masters articulated from their dedicated explorations and direct experience. When it came to the Buddhist system, the light went on in her eyes and she said, “I agree with all of this!”
It was a turning point for us into a whole new way of appreciating each other and acknowledging the love between us. There was depth instead of the automatic behavior that goes along in families. She respected me and what I was willing to do to live the spiritual life according to my direct experiences. She took an interest in the the great explorers of consciousness who paved the way, such as Sri Ramana Maharshi, Krishnamurti, and Sri Aurobindo.
When she crossed over into death, I was with her all the way. She asked me to assist her in her crossing and I was touched to do so. If I had not broken down the wall with her, the relationship would not have been complete. I would have always loved her but the spiritual bonding wouldn’t be there.
Not everyone in our families are open to or ready for such discussions—but my mother was. With others, it would be like what happens to the seeds Jesus talks about in Matthew 13:
“. . .some seeds fell by the way side, and the fowls came and devoured them up: some fell upon stony places, where they had not much earth: and forthwith they sprung up, because they had no deepness of earth: and when the sun was up, they were scorched; and because they had no root, they withered away. And some fell among thorns; and the thorns sprung up, and choked them: but other fell into good ground, and brought forth fruit, some an hundredfold, some sixtyfold, some thirtyfold. Who hath ears to hear, let him hear.”