Childhood Emotional Neglect

Childhood emotional neglect is incredibly hard for the neglected individual to identify because it’s not a memory of an event that occurred.  It’s actually the lack of an event.  How can one identify the lack of something when that is all they know, therefore they dont know they are lacking it? They are left with the symptoms of this but not the identity of why. It is very very common for alienated children to suffer with this type of neglect, but they unfortunately misinterpret the source of their symptoms as the “rejected” parent, when its actually the distorted parenting practices of the “alienating” parent.

Always

For All My Relations.
“Always give before you take.
It could be a gift, the tobacco, a prayer, a song, whatever you have. Give first before receiving.
Always be kind.
You never know the journey someone else has had to take, and they don’t know yours. We all have burdens. If we are kind we lighten all our loads.
Always be in prayer.
Thank the Creator for your life and for all life on this beautiful Mother Earth. Our time is short, but we can make our mark last forever.
Always live in your purpose.
If you don’t know what it is, then serve. Serve others and your purpose will find you. But serve as a warrior, not as a slave. Serve to strengthen others through your example, do not weaken them by doing everything for them.
Always honour the hoop.
We live together, we die together, we laugh together and we cry together. No one is higher, no one is lower.
Always speak in your true voice.
There is strength in you the world has never seen. Show your strength. Build it. Use it to create peace and as a blessing to those around you.
Always drink clean water
Water is Mother Earth’s milk. Drink deeply many times a day and clean your body.
Always exercise your body.
You have been given a vessel to house your spirit. Treat it with the deepest respect and give it the gift of health, stamina, and endurance.
Always sleep deeply.
Sleep long and sleep deep, for it is in your dreams inspiration comes. Give the Creator ample time to speak to you.
Always, always love yourself.
If you will find one good thing about yourself and another and another, you will learn to fulfill your purpose. And when you love yourself, you will know how to honestly love another.
Hiy hiy.”
Words and Art (braid of sweetgrass) by Aaron Paquette’s Lightfinder, First Nations Metis Artist/Writer. Visit his website, www.aaronpaquette.net

Love Returns

When he was 40, the renowned Bohemian novelist and short story writer Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, was strolling through Steglitz Park in Berlin, when he chanced upon a young girl crying her eyes out because she had lost her favorite doll. She and Kafka looked for the doll without success. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would look again.

The next day, when they still had not found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter “written” by the doll that said, “Please do not cry. I have gone on a trip to see the world. I’m going to write to you about my adventures.”

Thus began a story that continued to the end of Kafka’s life.

When they would meet, Kafka read aloud his carefully composed letters of adventures and conversations about the beloved doll, which the girl found enchanting. Finally, Kafka read her a letter of the story that brought the doll back to Berlin, and he then gave her a doll he had purchased.

“This does not look like my doll at all,” she said. Kafka handed her another letter that explained, “My trips, they have changed me.” The girl hugged the new doll and took it home with her. A year later, Kafka died.

Many years later, the now grown-up girl found a letter tucked into an unnoticed crevice in the doll. The tiny letter, signed by Kafka, said, “Everything you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in a different way.”

Drawing by Marlene López

Sanne Burger – Sacred Dreams

I can’t stay, mother.

I love you, but I wasn’t born to please you

I wasn’t born to make you happy

or give your life meaning.

I wasn’t born to rot under your wings

like an unhatched egg.

I can’t stay, teacher.

I wasn’t born to be put into your boxes

to think along your lines

or to memorize your facts

I was born to think independently.

I can’t stay, my love.

I wasn’t born to satisfy your needs

to take care of you

or to hide in your arms.

I wasn’t born to make myself smaller

or to be taken for granted.

I can’t stay, boss.

I wasn’t born to make money for others

I wasn’t born to follow orders

or to repeat the same day over and over again

I wasn’t born for boredom.

I can’t stay, master.

I wasn’t born to follow your ideas of what truth is

or to live according to your dogmas.

I was born to find my own truth

and make my own rules.

I was born to meet life full on

To get lost on Indian trains

To be seduced by dangerous men

To meet different faces, places and cultures

to be out in the jungle all night

To run with wolves

To be swept off my feet

To be taken by storm

To be heartbroken

Devastated

Stunned

Shocked

Lost

Thrown into the deep

I was born to get my hands dirty

To get sand in my mouth

Mud on my clothes

Thorns under my feet

I was born to jump into the abyss.

I was born to meet aliens

To do rituals

To be cracked open in ceremony

To go beyond time and space

To welcome magic

To totally loose myself

I was born to feel everything

To taste everything

The bitter taste of sorrow

The foul taste of deceit

The sweet taste of love

I was born to learn how to handle change gracefully

I was born to know the truth

to learn how to fly

I was born to learn how to speak the language of love

How to unchain my heart

How to shed everything

How to let go of all expectations.

I was born to learn how it feels to lose everything

except what really matters.

I was born to live a life that would strip away everything that wasn’t real

that wasn’t true

that wasn’t me

I am a phoenix.

I am born to spread my wings and fly towards the sun

To burn up and turn to ashes

To fall down to earth and rise up again

When I am old

I will be proud of my scars

My wrinkles

My memories

My stories

My wisdom

My freedom.

I was born to be free.

And therefore, I can’t stay

Sanne Burger

https://www.sanneburger.com/en/blog/

art: Sophie Wilkins

via: Sacred Dreams

Quantum Experiment Sees Two Versions Of Reality Existing At The Same Time | IFLScience

Researchers show that two contradictory versions of reality can coexist in groundbreaking quantum mechanics experiment.
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