She wasn’t crucified but she was torn apart. Forced to bleed and breed against her will, I can hear her heart beating even still.
I have come to resurrect the Queen, whose throne was thrown into the sea. Deep below the blue green, those waves of triumph gone unseen.
I have come to resurrect the Girl, told to hide the light in her eyes And fire in her soul. Bought and sold for gold, though her voice remains, untamed and bold.
I have come to resurrect the Mother.
Wise lines around her eyes from all the smiles and cries, wondering if her newborn daughter would ever look upon her father.
I have come to resurrect the Goddess. She wasn’t crucified but she was torn apart. She will rise from beneath the great stones, skin and bones, with light in her eyes and a flaming heart.
I have joined with many parents affected with the surreal , yet accepted issue of child abuse via Pathogenic Parenting / Domestic abuse.
As a survivor of Domestic Abuse, denial abounded that 3 sons were not affected. In my
desire to be family to those who have found me lacking . As a survivor of psychiatric abuse, therapist who abused also and toxic prescribed medications took me to hell on earth with few moments of heaven.
I will share my life, my experiences and my studies and research.. I will talk to small circles and I will council ; as targeted parents , grandparents , aunts , uncles etc. , are
denied contact with a child for reasons that serve the abuser ...further abusing the child.
I grasp the trauma and I have looked at the lost connection to a higher power..
I grasp when one is accustomed to privilege, equality can feel like discrimination..
Shame and affluence silences a lot of facts , truths that have been labeled "negative".
It is about liberation of the soul from projections of a alienator , and abuser ..
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