I pray, that is to say, I send light and positive thoughts towards people and creatures. This light is subtle and yet bright. It is smooth, gentle and warm. It is soothing and brings comfort. It is imbued with peace.
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The inner turmoil created by young parts who got emotionally stuck when their needs were denied, reflects the outer turmoil in the physical world, which is the outer reflection of ourselves.
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What is denial? It is a state of incomplete trauma. It is the condition of being stuck in the very first stage of unprocessed trauma: shock and disbelief. It is the prolonged inability to believe that the parent you believed loved you, only used you.
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Am I being asked to stand unshaken in the crash between my past and future, bridging our world as it was and what it is becoming?
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“I forgive you for everything and I hope that to some degree this can also set you free.”
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The brainwashing that morality is for fools and that intelligent people’s open-mindedness means they have to accept everything and anything sexually, is massive. These are the underpinnings of what remains of this man’s world.
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Asia Argento was openly out for revenge during her Cannes speech. She was fighting power with power. The way to undo the power structure requires for us to remove ourselves from the power structure, to be humble actors towards true egalitarianism.
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He sat down, accepted coffee and started to tell me about the family. He had brought photos. It was incredible. There they were, all brown-eyed artists - every one of them.
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The power game only leaves winners and losers. The language of winning and losing is the language of power dynamics rooted in unresolved trauma.
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Trauma deadens. It is where we look for life that determines if happiness is going to be a short-lived high or an increasing joy. Everything is within.
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Welcome, International Day of the Girl. Welcome future leaders, who will lead with empathy instead of aggression. Welcome all you girls whose power is uncoupled from your sexuality, because you are the dawn of liberation.
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My country of origin is suffocating under a heavy blanket called denial. Underneath that blanket children are raped, tortured and killed.
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The sex slave training lasted one month. While I have no recollection of the official story of my absence that summer, I do remember my mother pressing her lips together and shaking her head, confiding in me that she had not enjoyed the family vacation of that year.
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Victim identification is the first prerequisite for committing harm to others, because it justifies the deed. And this is what feeds a system of aggression and why unresolved childhood trauma is the great secret fuel of our Western world.
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I was 11 years old and a burning cigarette was pushed out on my arm. Even though I could smell my flesh burn, I didn't feel anything. My gaze was intensely locked with a young man's standing about ten feet from me, who was the reason for my situation. It was to be the last chapter of his yearlong projection that was to end in my death.
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I have never met heroes like the survivors of Satanic Ritual Abuse I’ve met. The children who bravely faced inhumane conditions, surviving against the odds, grown into beautiful, compassionate adults who willingly take on the hardship of feeling into the unbearable grief of such a past, living with severe guilt complexes, DID and PTSD while holding down jobs.
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As a liberal, I have always felt that I needed to hide my devotion, which is a real part of my spiritual life. I'm going to be very honest in this post, asking everyone who reads it to zoom out from the world and its issues, to detect an imposed agenda, and if possible zoom out even more, to see that this world is not the final reality.
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She wrote about certain men whom she had connected with, some abusers, some simply powerful men I had come across over the past few years, and how she loved being quick and smart and light to become one with them. Particularly she loved the man who gave birth to her.
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Before the anger, I had spent my entire adult life with a discrepancy between internal and external reality. I harbored a secret paradise of nurturing and love and beauty, based on promises from a man who in his late fifties became the father for whom I had desperately searched for all of the nine years I had been alive.
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Recently I have been suffering from flashbacks, of being abused, and told specific things during the abuse, that formed tracks into my brain so that when A ever happened, I was ready to do B.
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