One Year. 165 Hours. The Final Product.
Sometime I speak to other ex-Move of god cult members, and I know things I don’t know how to approach; like their parent being a pedophile. I listen to their pain, and what affected them, and the more I listen, the more I understand how deeply dissecting mind control is. There is a different perspective … Continue reading I Don’t Know How To Tell You
"We can love, we can hate, and even kill, with the choice we decide to make with those cells. That choice still resides within the single individual."
We are not mercy. We are strength. We are not bitterness. We are valiance.
In battle, small platoons take hold positions. Their leaders converse and strategize. It is neither a battle they plan to fight nor a war they wish to start. It will be a complete conquering, and this must be a smooth sweep. Such things are not decided upon quickly. Every angle is inspected thoroughly and repeatedly. … Continue reading The Birth of Death
My gold is woven in possibilities and endless patterns of emerging change.
It is indeed a time of revealing. In an instant, the nastiest, most profane and viral parts of the human unearth themselves.
The consciousness of being human.
How to separate truth from fiction? There is only one way. First, you must become completely pure into yourself. How, you ask?
To be a warrior one must learn to wait silently in the shadows. We must gather our quiet into the arching pull back of our bow. We must watch. We must observe. We must not fall into senses of time. To be a warrior one must paint themselves into the colors of their own vulnerability, … Continue reading To Be a Warrior
Sometimes it's best for her not to watch, but instead, to hold space and energy which will be needed to help clean up the aftermath.