To Be a Warrior 

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 

“Split”: Glorifying MPD 

Am I the only MPD carrier who the movie, "Split", pissed off? From "Sybil" to "The Many Faces of Eve" to "The United States of Tara", the media has proven time and again how little research they've done on this impairment, and how much they enjoy glorifying it. Now, every other young person seems to … Continue reading “Split”: Glorifying MPD 

An Open Letter From Cathy O’Brien 

TRUTH EVOLUTION "My name is Cathy O'Brien. Mark Phillips and I are 25 year veteran US Government Whistleblowers on the subject of mind control and healing from it. Mind control is a sliding scale from the kind of robotic MK Ultra mind control I endured during the Reagan-Bush Administration to mass mind control social engineering … Continue reading An Open Letter From Cathy O’Brien 

Quiet Compulsions

I have a compulsion that I'm going to reveal.  It's something that naturally happens in my mind.  It doesn't stress me out, particularly.  I do it in seconds. I do it every day, all day long.  It doesn't interfere with my life, as I see it, mainly because I can do it so quickly and … Continue reading Quiet Compulsions

Abstract Aberration

The Original One wavers, lazily sleeping, snacking and avoiding. Might I silence the fire, burning and buzzing in the spine? We run into the trails, avoiding the undergrowth of tree roots pushing their way through the ground.  We grab at leafy branches.  She’s an avalanche avoiding her own rubble.   Sideways in the gradients lingering around … Continue reading Abstract Aberration

A Poster Child for Shame

There's a duality existing when what we long for finally arrives. In that moment we are tasked with facing it. Now, I am going back inside. I am choosing this journey. While still somewhat tired from writing "Cult Child", I want to keep myself surfing this wave lest it all disappear. As I am writing … Continue reading A Poster Child for Shame

The Queen of Nothing 

I cannot recall softness on my face, tender mother hands, holding eye contact with me as she said, "You are a Princess". I grew up to be the Queen of Nothing. Oh, you may say, what a horrible scene. I do agree. You see, I was always told I was Nothing. I was seen and … Continue reading The Queen of Nothing