Another Moving Meditation

As I re-read my previous journal, I sense I was being shown my past has ended; finished. AND I SURVIVED! Surviving is not necessarily the "key word" for me, but I survived and gained a PEACE-FILLED HEART. My desire for the past thirty-some years has been to heal this wounded heart and find peace. My spiritual belief is there is a Light within us (I call it my Flame of Hope) that knows when we don't know, supports us when we don't feel like we can take another step, accepts us just as we are and loves us without judgment. Our only job is a "smidgen of willingness" to connect in whatever way works for us to get to this place. This is just my belief.
Anyway, this morning in meditation, it was like from baby stage to adult stage, every Vicki rose up from where she was in pain (like her Spirit was being lifted up) and came to sit with me on the couch. Not getting into too much of my abuse, i.e. one time my Mom had me held down on the bed, held my nose and made me swallow liquid soap; another time she said I am going to beat you every hour on the hour till your Dad get home if you don't tell me where you hid that ink pen. I could go on and on and on but I only share a few so you can visualize what happened. I ROSE UP IN MY MEDITATION OUT OF EVERY INCIDENT that had been painful in my life and as I said, sat directly on the couch where I was meditating. It was one of the most spiritual experiences I have ever had.
 Right now, I think I was connecting with my ONENESS AND NOT SO SCATTERED ALL OVER THE PLACE.
I have to think about this one...I am in a daze right now. All I can say is "Spirit is amazing!"