“We locked up our wisdom into our bones And swallowed the keys They sank in our rivers of blood And we forgot the maps Because we had to forget the mysteries To keep them safe. We wove our hair into brooms And swept over our paths And then burned the earth with our rage We didn’t teach our children It was the only way to protect them, we thought But in them we planted seeds, seeds and keys And told them stories and riddles and songs With no roots, just tangled threads That would take years to unwind Just enough time For the rains to fall again and put out the fires For the dams to break For the rivers to flood For the paths to be walked again For the soil to breathe And as the old bones crumble Deep beneath the rubble We find we’ve always had the keys Our stories and our maps Our paths are revealed to some And the seeds grow again The threads are unspun And woven again” ~ Amara Bronwyn Hollow Bones
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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