Abuse Is Not Just “Being Harsh”

Harsh, that's what my mother's generation called verbal abuse. Harshness. Harsh meant you could be spoken to however the adult wished.

Draining the MEDIA Swamp: by Cathy O’Brien

Draining the Media Swamp: a Message From Cathy O'Brien "Controlled media is the voice of the global elite, who's New World Order plan has been spinning out of control ever since Hillary Clinton failed to claim the office of US President. Now media's last desperate attempts to maintain their control by creating doubt, diverting blame, … Continue reading Draining the MEDIA Swamp: by Cathy O’Brien

When Abuse Is a Child’s Normal

**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

Death Is Not PermanentĀ 

"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 PermanentĀ 

Discussion Encouraged

You can give a Million pieces of your heart. You can listen and support, Share openly; be told "Discussion encouraged", But nothing insures loyalty. Today, I learned that For the final time. Rarely do people's actions Match their words. There will be no more Newness walking in this door. My wariness grows stronger. I will … Continue reading Discussion Encouraged

On the Merry Go ‘Round

I've felt so much upheaval in the beginning of this year. the last month has been an up and down battle of struggles and survival. Things have shifted and changed multiple times. I've been forced in positions to face more parts of myself and accept the reality of others. My process feels unsure at times. … Continue reading On the Merry Go ‘Round

It’s Not Done Until I Say It’s Done

Who do I see when I look at me; sometimes frightened, sometimes angry, most times free? Who holds the strings to the time line, the shadowed path behind, the one I glance, hoping for a chance to see what is missing? This is a journey I opted to take slowly, unraveling, revealing the truth of … Continue reading It’s Not Done Until I Say It’s Done