This picture is of my own father holding me in his lap in the Boston Public Gardens when I was obviously not very old at all.
We can clearly feel a sense of love in his smile that has bypassed the pain and suffering of his own childhood and maturation into maledom.

Obviously I was not a year old and now I’m working on completing my 70th.

He was 41 and not expecting to have children nor did he want them as he was the oldest of 10 children in a time when the world crashed around him.
There was a love/hate energy between he and his father because he had to leave school before entering the 8th grade to help his mother take care of his younger siblings.

A very brilliant child whose dreams of the future were shattered and he never overcame the pain of that wound no matter how many successes and knowledge he achieved.

His story is in many different forms the background for what I have called the Failed Fathers of which I am one.

So I am writing on this Father’s Day as I think about my own daughter who has not spoken to me in over 20 years, who will turn 50 years old in August.

Many men are reflecting inward today thinking about their own fathers and their children.  Questioning in so many ways what they could have done better or why situations failed in spite of how much they loved their children.

This is not something new but has been ongoing for thousands of years in thousands of cultures. However today the Fathers of this world are being asked to heal their wounds.

Heal their wounds not only so that they may be free of their own pain and suffering but to change the Collective Patriarchal Insanity which is willing to sacrifice its future generations because of their inner misunderstandings.

Yes, I wrote it as misunderstandings because I’m not seeking to place blame on anyone. The blaming is only an outburst of that destructive fire which burns in the hearts of so many men. Partly in trying to find relief from our own pain.

WE see and feel when it arises and attacks those we love
WE feel more pain and suffering when it has scorched and burned
WE are tortured between two worlds that both seem to want to devour us
WE place blame on things outside of us which are mere circumstances
WE fail to look too far within ourselves because it is like facing Hell

A Hell that began when we were very young, perhaps even in infancy before WE could even recognize words or meanings.

So I share this today in hope that some who may read these words will be triggered to open that Pandora’s Box within them and begin to allow healing to flow into their hearts.

Allow that healing to flow from them firstly to those with whom amends can be made, in order to establish a pattern of gratitude and recognition that being a Male is not about conquering and accumulation at any cost.

The cost is always paid by the children who are born innocent.

And so I feel my energy shifting to Bless my daughter and offer her Divine Healing Grace. For she like all of us is a prisoner of thoughts that torture her and create hateful moments of pain.
Sometimes directed only in thought to herself but also in form to others and I have to accept some responsibility for all of it.

I AM the Divine Masculine who has not understood my True Meaning because it was perverted thousands of generations ago.

So GENTLEmen it is now time to reinvest in Our Sacred Self and heal first our own wounds and then bring forth the amazing True Power of the Divine Father we have never not been.

May you each be Blessed on your journeys
I send you Peace, Light and Love
Charlie Riverman Bergeron