TRANCE: The Cathy O'Brien Story Review
I can be like a hound dog, occasionally distracted by attractive scents, sniffing successfully until something redirects me.
The consciousness of being human.
How does Dissociation work? Is it okay to Dissociate? What happens during Dissociation? So many questions are posed toward the phenomena of trauma Dissociation.
by Vennie Kocsis I don't quite understand these constant holidays, dedicated to moms and dads and bunnies and love. I see them as marketing scams, a way to boost economy almost every month, by throwing in a Holiday. But hey, maybe I'm bitter. On these days I am reminded of my absent mother. See, not … Continue reading Motherless On Mother’s Day
There are people who learn to trust the streets. I think of their lives, how they have made darkness their day and daylight their night so they can stay alive. Where is the safe space when the alleys are teeming with the unloved at night, ravaged by the anger in their souls, screaming out their … Continue reading Around My City She Sleeps
Writing cleanses the soul, and you don't have to be a writer to do it.
By Vennie Kocsis To untangle the web of my current occasional States of Being has required a process of retracing the steps into my past through the portal of my present behaviors and emotions. Growing up in an end-times cult, I was taught two main death concepts. 1. God was going to end the planet … Continue reading The Constant Ebb of Impending Doom
The Surgeon Story is a text written in poem form by Monroe where she describes being cut open by Lee Strasberg and her psychiatrist Margaret Hohenberg. While some describe this story as Marilyn’s recollection of a nightmare, other researchers claim that it is actually a description of a mind control session. Best finest surgeon—Strasberg to … Continue reading Marilyn Monroe / Monarch Program Poetry
**trigger warning: abuse description** If there had been a safe place for me as a child, what would I have said? I didn't know sexual abuse was wrong. I only knew it caused me physical pain and made me want to hide away. It sent me far from this earth place, to other dimensions, so … Continue reading When Abuse Is a Child’s Normal
"Are you afraid?" Someone asked me today. "People die for the truth, yanno." Death. If this is the only thing to fear then, no, I am not afraid. For me, death is never permanent. There are little echoes of programming that come in as subtle, cynical whispers. "No one really... Gives a shit." and so … Continue reading Death Is Not Permanent