{"id":5087,"date":"2026-04-18T00:05:17","date_gmt":"2026-04-18T04:05:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=5087"},"modified":"2026-04-17T11:02:09","modified_gmt":"2026-04-17T15:02:09","slug":"p-perceptions","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=5087","title":{"rendered":"P &#8211; Perceptions"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">If you are just starting to read this, you might first want to go back to the beginning of this story &#8211; <\/span><\/i><a href=\"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">M &#8211; Mother&#8217;s Fault. https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=5059<\/span><\/i><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-4929\" src=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/P-16-2026-300x300.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"157\" height=\"157\" srcset=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/P-16-2026-300x300.png 300w, http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/P-16-2026-150x150.png 150w, http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/P-16-2026.png 320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 157px) 100vw, 157px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=5078\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When we last met<\/span><\/i><\/a><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, I filled you in on the background of Clara\u2019s mother and father. Now let\u2019s return to the cafe in the city where Clara has just discovered her mother, whom she thought was dead.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><b>P &#8211; Perceptions<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">(part 4 of 4 of Clara\u2019s Tale)<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was like staring into a mirror. The only thing that Clara could say was, \u201cMOM?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her mother looked at her with kind, sympathetic eyes. \u201cIs that what your father told you? It was probably for the best. You would not have understood, as he did not understand, why he sent me away. We all needed time to reflect and grow.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Clara took this in. It didn\u2019t make any sense. \u201cI\u2019m old enough now, so tell me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Clara\u2019s mother took a deep breath and began her story.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe were in love once, your father and I,\u201d she started, \u201cthen you came along. Your father wanted a son, and I wanted a child. I belonged to a group of women who believed in a concept called the \u2018Divine Feminine\u2019. It was a group that believed that everyone had within them a spirit, one that encourages intuition, nurturing, receptivity, and creativity. We would meet regularly and celebrate nature, the seasons, the phases of the moon, and reflect on our lives.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There is also a concept called the \u2018Divine Masculine\u2019, which is associated with qualities such as action, logic, protection, and leadership.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We have both of those within us, and the task is to balance them for a fulfilling life.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After you were born, I tried to instill those qualities in you. You were very young and learned fast.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Unfortunately, when your father happened upon one of our meetings, he only heard us from the outside and saw what he saw, without interpretation. In his eyes, we were a cult. He believed I was a witch. For that reason, he told me to leave. His eyes were clouded. He wouldn\u2019t listen to the truth nor believe it even if I could have explained it to him. So I left.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In my heart, I believed that there would come a time when you were old enough that we would meet again, and I could explain.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Clara sat there and took it all in. She could feel the resentment at having been lied to, but she also understood what her mother was saying. She fondly remembered the travels through nature and the stories her mother told her. She also remembered the bond she had with her mother. Maybe this meeting with her mother was the connection that she was looking for.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat do you have to do with The Magic Castle store?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI own it,\u201d her mother replied. \u201cIf ever I was going to find you again, I hoped that you would be curious should you ever come to the city and see a magic store. It took a while, but my hopes came true. The question is, What do we do now?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As her mother had been talking, Clara was already coming up with a plan. When she explained it, her mom was not only impressed that Clara could come up with it, but that it just might work.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Clara went back home and said nothing to her father, other than that it was a good trip. She learned a lot about being independent.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A week later, Clara came home from the library and said that they were going to have a presentation on \u2018Perceptions of the World and Living a Good Life\u2019. Clara wanted the family to go. She convinced her father and brother that it would be enlightening.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">So the family went. It was well attended. There were two speakers that evening. The first speaker spoke about different spiritual ways to revere nature. He talked about the Divine Masculine and how it is part of everyone\u2019s being. Action, Logic, Protection, and Leadership are its qualities.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As he spoke, Sam looked down at Joseph and smiled. This was something he could believe in. This is what he was trying to instill in his son.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The speaker went on to introduce speaker number two. \u201cOur next speaker will speak about the Divine Feminine. She will show how each of us, regardless of our gender designation, holds both of these qualities within us. She will refer to ways we can look at our inner selves to balance them and restore wholeness within ourselves.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Clara could see her father nodding his head in approval.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He turned to Clara, with a smile, and said that he was glad she had invited him to come. \u201cWe can all learn from this,\u201d he said to her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Clara just smiled.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And that\u2019s when Clara\u2019s mother stepped out as the next speaker.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Clara watched as her father\u2019s jaw dropped. He was about to get up and leave, but Clara put her hand on his shoulder and whispered, \u201cLet her speak.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">So he listened as she talked about the Divine Feminine. He listened as she shared that we all have both Masculine and Feminine in us. She talked about ways in which people practice reaching these qualities &#8211; through meditation, through mindfulness, through yoga, through meeting with others and sharing their experiences, sometimes by lighting candles and reaching for your inner calm self. Sometimes, by using cards, such as Tarot cards, as a tool for self-reflection, not prediction. To examine fears, motivation, feelings, and desires. She equated them to a structured journaling prompt. And then she stopped talking, asked for the lights in the library to dim, asked the audience to close their eyes, and try to find their own spirits.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Clara looked up to her father, as did her brother, and her mother at the podium. There were tears in his eyes. All he could say was \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>If you are just starting to read this, you might first want to go back to the beginning of this story &#8211; M &#8211; Mother&#8217;s Fault. https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=5059 When we last met, I filled you in on the background of Clara\u2019s &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=5087\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[509,4,7],"tags":[70,510],"class_list":["post-5087","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-a-to-z-blog-challenge-2026","category-original-stories","category-story-writing","tag-a-to-z-blog-challenge","tag-a-to-z-blog-challenge-2026"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5087","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5087"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5087\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5092,"href":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5087\/revisions\/5092"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5087"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5087"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5087"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}