Emptiness does not begin in childhood. It begins the moment we, as consciousness, step into a body and forget who we truly are. That is the original moment of separation, the loss of
unity with God, with the One, with the Love from which everything was created. From that moment on, the human being lives in the awareness of “I” and “other,” of “I” and “the world.” Heaven seems
closed, and instead of love, one experiences lack. We call that lack emptiness.
That emptiness is unbearable for the ego, because the ego was born out of that lack. It tries to fill itself with everything that is temporary… power, recognition, possession, relationships, drama. It tries to fill the gap that can only be healed through remembrance, not by anything external, but by returning inward, to the source where no lack exists.
From that original emptiness all human stories arise.
The child who is not seen, the parent who is loveless, the abuse, the struggle, the victim/perpetrator dynamic — they are repetitions of that one moment of forgetting.
The child learns that love is something that restores, saves, or makes things right, or that love hurts and leaves emptiness behind. It learns that it is responsible for the wellbeing of the other. It takes on the role of savior, or learns to take power in order to survive.
Thus the world repeats the original separation in countless forms: victims (victimhood) seeking love, perpetrators (perpetrator role) controlling emptiness — all longing for what they once were: whole, one, love.
This morning I saw this photo go by. It said: “Only your children can repair a mother’s broken heart.”
It seems tender, but it is anything but that.
It looks like love, but it is not
We “use” our children and others to fill our own emptiness.
The other must make us whole.
I was, for example, that little girl who wanted to repair her mother. My mother was that mother with a broken heart. That is how it works — for generations the same pain is passed down, unconsciously and often with good intentions.
Perpetrators (perpetrator role) live in inner emptiness.
They do not experience the other as an independent being, but as an extension of their fear.
The world is a threat to them, because their inner emptiness hunts them — they constantly feel that their existence, their control, or their identity could disappear.
This is why they threaten, control, possess, and break.
Every sign of emotion in the other — fear, compassion, admiration — becomes fuel for their survival.
It is never pure evil; it is panic.
Many experience so much emptiness that threatening, hating, and fighting is the only thing that keeps them alive.
Victims (victimhood) experience the other differently than “perpetrators.” Their pain arises precisely from openness, sensitivity, empathy.
They feel and understand, but do not project their emptiness as hatred — rather as guilt or sorrow.
Their survival lies in surrender or adaptation.
They find it difficult to exercise power over others because their strength still lives in love, not in control.
In the dynamic between parent and child, a subtle yet profound form of misuse is born: parents fill their own emptiness with the child.
They expect the child to heal their broken heart, to absorb their pain, to compensate for their lack.
The child is not seen as a free being, but as an extension of the parent’s emptiness.
The child learns: love is giving what I cannot receive, caring for what I cannot heal.
The parent often acts out of ignorance; they have no idea they are misusing the child, because they themselves are trapped in the illusion that this is love.
What you see now is that this pattern keeps repeating worldwide.
Seemingly perpetrators and victims play their roles, project their emptiness, threaten and struggle, without seeing that it all comes from that first moment of separation.
The only way out of this hellish loop is to turn inward, back to the same emptiness where it all began.
To the point where the false self and the pain-body were born.
That is where you must be.
There is no other way… and this way is not easy…
The breaking point comes when someone wakes up
When the victim (victimhood) sees through the circle of repetition and no longer participates in the old patterns, but remains standing in clear awareness.
When the perpetrator (perpetrator role) dares for the first time to feel what he/she does without condemning themselves, the old separation collapses.
Perpetrator and victim disappear.
What remains is consciousness remembering itself — still, clear, invulnerable.
❥ And here lies the beauty… beyond perpetrator and victimhood there is space for gratitude.
You can even thank the one who hurt you — the perpetrator (perpetrator role) in your story — for everything that seemed to happen to you.
From that arises true forgiveness.
Not forgiveness because the other makes something right, but because you see through the entire play of this world of projection.
Then you realize that you are the creator.
You are the director of your own story.
Everything you have endured, everything you have experienced was meant to bring you back to YourSelf.
By turning inward, taking back your projections and your pain-body, pulling everything home to yourself, you return to yourself.
There, in your own love, everything is Whole.
There the play ends.
There you are Free.
For generations we have been trapped in this game of separation, projection, and emptiness.
But whoever dares to look, to feel, and to stand still — sees through the game.
Whoever sees through “the story,” “the dream,” breaks the circle of repetition.
Ultimately every human being (yes, me too 😉) yearns for the state of Being before the separation that only appears to exist.
Rani Savitri