Today is a new day. Now, let me tell you about last night. It started when I heard about the deaths of two young teens at the hands of their mother... I have been told that I am like the Tibetan aspect of compassion,  Avalokiteśvara, “she who hears the tears of the world.”  That is because I too hear people’s silent suffering. Unlike Superman, I do not use ultrasonic hearing to hear screams from far away places. Rather, I hear the silence of hurt souls.... Sometimes I am even able to comfort them. Last night, in my dreams, what called me to action was the sound of two children, forever silenced by their own mother. She was so consumed by her own anger, hurt, and sadness, that she took their lives. At first, she only wanted to take her own, but at the last moment, her rage over took her and she failed. Now, as those children suffer in that place where sentient beings go before they find peace, they cannot understand why she took out her anguish on them. After all, they were simply being teens when they tested her limits. It was not their fault that their Dad was deployed to a far off country. 

This is what I shared: “Of course it is not your fault. That rare time between childhood and adulthood is designed to ask questions, to test limits; in the safety of loving relationships.  In a healthy environment, each parent is able to share in that struggle with his or her helpmate trading off when nerves are frayed. However, when one parent must do this alone; when they are consumed by their own sorrow or life stress or loneliness, sometimes they reach a point of no return, when they desperately need someone, anyone to reach out to them. The signs are there. For some, you may notice how unyielding they become over the smallest events. For others, you may hear them mutter veiled threats without clarifying that they are joking. This is someone’s sister or daughter and she needs help before she does this thing that is never undone. Perhaps now, she will get that help and you will finally sleep in peace."