“Some people feel love in their hearts. Some of us feel it all way into our souls. We’re the ones who can’t forget.” Judith McNaught
“A woman’s highest calling is to lead a man to his soul, so as to unite him with Source. Her lowest calling is to seduce, separating man from his soul and leave him aimlessly wandering. A man’s highest calling is to protect woman, so she is free to walk the earth unharmed. Man’s lowest calling is to ambush and force his way into the life of a woman.” Cherokee Proverb
Yesterday I was in the grocery store waiting for my husband by the exit when a little boy, anxious to help his mommy, ran ahead to push a door open for her. Unfortunately, he chose the emergency exit door, which, in fairness to the child, from his height, looked like a regular door. Immediately a shrill piercing alarm began to sound and I did a slow pan across the front of the store looking for the manager who I was sure would be running with his jangling keys in hand to remedy the situation.
I stopped mid pan at a little boy who was standing with his dad. He was sobbing, burying his head into his dad’s leg, trying to alternately press one ear and then the other against dad so he could stop the noise. I instantly knew he had Asperger’s. His chest was heaving in an out and the terror on his face was painful to see. His dad picked him up, spoke comforting words that everything was OK and took him outside away from the noise. My husband came and we headed outside as well.
The father was talking the little boy through it, telling him what had happened and constantly reassuring him he was safe. He spoke calmly and quietly and gently maintained physical contact with the boy at all times. He was encouraging him to stand on his own and he was leading him through processing it all. Continue reading
There is a talented woman named Gaelynn Lea whose life and talents are an inspiration to all of us. She truly shows us ” . . . what can be done with a life.” She has said, “I really want there to be the acknowledgement that life is both difficult and beautiful at the same time.”
I wish to provide my acknowledgement of this truth.
We fear the struggle because that is what we have been taught. In a world where even the poorest of those around me enjoy an affluence that a significant part of the rest of the world can only dream of, people tend to react to their own suffering with shame while the suffering of others is often repugnant and seen as a reflection of lack in their character.
Money can alleviate, hide and even eliminate suffering. What we hold up as evidence of value of human beings is beauty, evidence of money, and a lavish lifestyle. We will overlook character flaws, inner ugliness and even criminal activity in our admiration and pursuit of these things. Parents push their children to win at all costs, to seek careers that will provide them greater status and we seek partners that can either provide us with a free ticket or at least add to our own efforts. Continue reading
“So many people get judged when they refuse to put their pain away. They get judged for showing it, for speaking it, for insisting on sharing their memories of abuse with those they know. I am not talking about those overwhelming strangers with their stuff—I am talking about legitimate sharings with those they are connected with in daily life. All too often, they are fed one repressive message or another: “Don’t look back,” “What’s done is done,” “Don’t be a victim,” “Your feelings are an illusion,” “Be strong.” What is ironic about this is that those who insist on embodying and expressing their feelings are actually the courageous ones—unwilling and unable to live a false life. Their stuff is breaking through their defenses because they are tired of carrying the weight of buried truths. They want a healthier and more authentic life. Those who seek to shame their revealings are actually less courageous, turning to repressive mantras in an effort to bypass their own unresolved feelings and memories. If they can shut others down, they can remain shut down themselves. But shut down doesn’t take us anywhere good. If we don’t deal with our stuff, it deals with us. May we all speak our truths, before our buried truths destroy us. Out with the old, in with the true…” Jeff Brown
I like to deal with the facts and to use reason, logic and common sense.
OUR INFORMATION SOURCES.
There have been plenty of stories and people claiming to know or to be experts on the subject of Satanic Ritual Abuse (SRA) and adrenochrome harvesting. Based on their information many others have learned a little here and there, mixed it all together and delivered their own brand of “taking a stab at it.”
There are victims of SRA and former members of Satanic groups who came forward decades ago to share their stories. I cannot remember that any of them who mentioned adrenochrome or anything like it. Until Hollywood started talking about it in movies such as Clockwork Orange and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, it was not part of the SRA discussion although drinking of the blood of the ritualistically sacrificed certainly was. We were told the blood-drinking often created a frenzy and that Satanists like to terrorize the victims with rape and torture so as to release the adrenaline into the blood before they moved in for the final kill. The victim was killed, the blood shared and the body or parts of it were consumed.
Over the years research has been conducted and information has been gathered. People have come at this subject matter from several different angles. Researches of ancient ritual practice talk about the life force of the blood and the need of the Satanists to consume that life force. That backs why the participants need to drink the blood. Terrorizing the victim and causing the adrenaline to release is said to make the blood taste even better. Are we ever more alive than when we are in fear for our lives and fighting to live with the idea that death is imminent? Even demons leave a body, as desperate as they are for a human body to use to navigate this dimension, the moment that life force is gone from the blood. Continue reading