Copa, maybe what you're saying about trauma is that I lived with it till I was 50 or so. Then I cut it out and now its back. And I want to cut it out again.
Yes.
Bottom line, if you want eternal life, if you want God to forgive you so you get into heaven, then you have to forgive others.
I think I know what you mean. I think there is a way that you can do this. But while it may have a person's name on it, it really is not about them as a real person.
My sister does things to me only to cause pain and hurt. And she does something unforgiveable: she leaves what I call the mark of zorro. She leaves a sign that she has carefully picked in order to demonstrate her power, her revenge. She inserts the knife to kill slowly. So that you not only feel the pain, you know it was her. You die slowly knowing you were targeted in the most vulnerable place, that she meant to hurt you, that you are her victim, and that you have no power.
The examples are many. Taking a new down comforter and returning it red with menstrual blood. Having her mafia-like husband take all of my baby pictures (from a house she was not supposed to enter, destroying them--I was a preemie and in the newspapers--and leaving one--that was destroyed.) The latter is an agony to me. It feels like it was me, not the pictures that were destroyed. All the pictures with my father, my mother, my grandmother. This album was one of my only solaces as a child. From it I constructed a heroes journey. I used it to constitute my life. Because I had no real support.
So. How do I forgive that? Such malice. Such intent to hurt. The desire to destroy and obliterate. I do not forgive the acts. But I need to purify myself from the sense of victimhood, the helplessness, the anger. What I need is not only an antidote. I need something that will propel me to heal. So what I have devised is a way to when the image comes to my mind, immediately I use the image to prompt me to remember what a beautiful baby and toddler I was. I use the image of her hurting me to feel empathy for how damaged and hurt she was and is. I feel sad for her that she feels compelled to do this. I free myself from the dyad that is basically a prison. I say a silent prayer that I am free.
removing that behavior from my heart as a negative. But if he keeps doing it, with full knowledge and capability, then I can't remove it. Or, each day I remove it and replace it with same.
I do not agree. You are as separate from your son as I am from my sister. There is no contact. I used to envision my sister sticking voodoo needles into my face. That was how I experienced her in relation to me.
How in the world am I supposed to heal as a person with this image in my head?
I can still summon that picture (I did right now) but why would I?
I think of her less and less, as my life is defined by health and love and discover and meaning. As long as you stay focused on the image of your son inflicting pain on you, you keep yourself in this prison. This may be the meaning of it. He is the one in the prison, not you. There may be a compulsion on your part to suffer by imprisoning yourself, as a way to protect him. You have control over stopping this.
Why not think about images that you can use to transcend this? It is a way to recover yourself.
I do not much think about the concept of forgiveness. (In my faith we think of it as an internal process, not in the main about another person.) But I think if you overcame the knee jerk domination of the idea that he has control over you and your feelings, and developed this into a restorative process, you would have release. I think this release is a way of forgiveness. But the one you are freeing really is yourself. You are freeing yourself from the emotional reactivity from the memory of mistreatment. You release the energy that is trapped there. It does not mean you resubmit to him. Never. But you could decide at some point that you are not destined to repeat the past. We as human beings can create our present, if we free ourselves from our past. That means being accountable to remember it, to be cleansed. In my faith it is central. One of the central words is: Atonement. It is very like forgiveness.