Author: GreatCosmicMothersUnited
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 ..
3stages of life
Marriage is a conversation
Nietzsche once remarked that marriage is a conversation, a long dialogue. If a person is not ready to engage in such a prolonged dialogue, they are not ready for long-term close relationships. Many long-married couples have long since exhausted all topics of conversation because each spouse has stopped developing their individuality.
By focusing on individual growth, we each gain an interesting conversation partner. To halt one’s own development, even in the interest of another person, means admitting that your spouse will have to live with someone who feels anger and suffers from depression. Such marital relationships need to be radically reconsidered, or they will simply lose their meaning.
— James Hollis, The Middle Passage
Moms
A baby crowning, a moment of truth,
A sign that the end is near, uncouth.
The culmination of months of waiting,
The beginning of the journey breathtaking.
With each contraction, the baby descends,
Closer and closer until it transcends
The barrier between the womb and the world,
And into a new reality, it’s hurled.
The head emerges, a miracle to see,
A small, dark, and downy chick, carefree.
The body follows, slick with fluids and blood,
A little life, all at once, understood.
The mother groans, a primal sound,
As she pushes and strains until she’s unbound.
The baby slips out, with a final heave,
Into her arms, where it can safely breathe.
And there it is, a baby crowning,
A new life, a miracle, surrounding.
A tiny being with infinite potential,
Ready to grow, to thrive, to be essential.
So let us celebrate this moment so rare,
As we witness the start of a journey, so fair.
A baby crowning, a beginning anew,
A reminder of the beauty that life can ensue.
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Love : A call to rise 🙏🙌💯❤️
Love doesn’t always come packaged in the neat, predictable ways you might expect. It doesn’t come with a warning or an instruction manual. It arrives as a soft whisper when you’re barely listening or as a storm just when you thought you had shelter. Love finds you at your most unguarded, slipping into your life through the cracks of your everyday routine, often when you’re too busy or afraid to notice. It has a divine purpose, wrapped in the mystery of timing and circumstance. And when it finally enters your world, it’s never about perfect timing—it’s about perfect alignment.
The one who stands before you now, who has knocked at the door of your heart, will not be flawless. Like you, they will come with stories, scars, and complexities. They may arrive when your hands are full, your life tangled in responsibilities and dreams not yet realized. Love’s arrival might even feel like an inconvenience, as if the universe dared to test your limits by sending someone when you thought you couldn’t handle more. But your soul recognizes them. In that quiet place deep within, there’s a knowing that defies logic—a spark that dances just beneath the chaos, whispering that this, all of this, is meant to be.
Together, you will face the obstacles that life always throws in the path of the brave and the vulnerable. You will confront doubts and fears, both your own and each other’s. Sometimes, your mind will rebel, reasoning with sharp certainty that this cannot work or that it’s too hard or messy. But love, true love, is not for the faint-hearted. It is forged in the fires of persistence and faith. How you navigate these storms, choose to stay or run, forgive or hold on to anger—these choices will shape the foundation of your love story. And despite the odds and weariness of the journey, remember this: love is enough. It always has been, and it always will be. Its roots run deeper than the toughest soil and will find a way to bloom even through the hardest droughts.
Because love doesn’t make mistakes. It doesn’t arrive uninvited or by accident. If your soul has called someone into your life, it is because your heart and theirs were meant to meet, learn, grow, and mirror the divine unfolding of each other’s journey. Perhaps, in the grand dance of the cosmos, your connection is not simply about romance but about awakening—about challenging each other to evolve to become the fullest versions of yourselves. And if you dare to listen—to truly listen—to your heart’s quiet guidance, this could be the beginning of something that transcends the mundane, something that forever shifts the axis of your world.
In the end, love is not just a feeling; it is a call to rise, to see beyond the surface of what is, and to touch the sacred fabric of what could be. The voice says, even in the darkness, that you are not alone, that there is a reason you are here, right now, with this person. And though the path may twist and turn and the hurdles may seem insurmountable, love is the light that will lead you both home. To each other. To the truth of who you are. To the exquisite beauty of a soul-deep connection that, once found, cannot be forgotten.
Katie Kamara
[Art: olgaosa]
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Unwanted things
I think there is something about people who were abused/neglected as kids that makes us embrace things that others consider monstrous. i dont think its a coincidence most of us like “creepy” animals like rats and crows. i dont think its a coincidence that we are the first to jump to the defense of “worthless” plants like dandelions. its why we get so attached to old toys and broken things. when you spend your whole life believing you’re not wanted, it turns you into a defender of the other unwanted things in the world. and you’re not just protecting them – you’re protecting the part of yourself that still believes you deserve to exist. just like they do. just like we all do.
Love yourself deeper than the pain of abuse ; you’re worth it
THIS IS FOR ANYONE WHO HAS SUFFERED FROM AN ABUSIVE AND NARCISSISTIC RELATIONSHIP!
I know you went through all of it:
The pain.
The fights.
The screaming.
The gaslighting.
The guilt-tripping.
The threats.
The manipulations.
The emotional abuse.
The trauma.
The affairs.
Even worse, the physical abuse.
You called it love but the person who put you through this made you believe you’re being delusional. They made you think you’re the problem and that it’s your fault why the relationship failed.
You begged for them to stay.
You sent long texts and called a hundred times — but they never answered.
You had to throw away your dignity because you’d rather lose yourself than lose someone you love.
You cried for weeks and months, but there’s nothing else you could do to change what happened.
You went through hell but they just don’t care at all.
I hear you. I see you. I know how it felt because I’ve been there.
I want to remind you that this pain will not last forever. You didn’t do anything wrong for demanding to be treated right. They’re just not meant for you.
I swear that someday, you will heal, my love.
Please don’t blame yourself for loving deeper than the pain they gave you.
You are worth it and that will never change even after everything you’ve been through.
Please remember these words all too well.
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Platonic Love
Platonic love-
It is the purest form of love I have ever found.
Familial love is certainly the strongest,
But filled with obligations and duties,
And so often is stained by secret, year-old resentment.
Romantic love is what we are taught to long for
from an early age.
But it is sullied by sexual desire,
By cheating, lying, pain and jealousy.
Platonic love is my favorite of them all. To see a person, get to know them,
And choose to walk the path of life together.
Not because you have to,
Not because you desire each other, But because you truly admire them, To the core of their being.
I have never felt
more cared for, more seen, more loved,
than when I am with my dearest friends.
The Killing of the mind
Lots of info within
Just women
I THINK IT WAS JUST WOMEN
It must have been a terrifying sight to behold,
a group of witches gathered by firelight,
chanting, conjuring spirits, creating spells…
No wonder some were afraid.
But I think it was just women.
Being women.
Coming together, as they very much must,
to support one another,
to share their battles and pull each other
through the flames
they faced daily.
Sharing remedies, medicines
and ways to heal.
And believing they were so much more than told,
than allowed.
It is little wonder that the power of this union would appear like magic, to the unknowing eye.
But I think it was just women.
Doing what we do,
every day.
Donna Ashworth
‘Wild Hope’
Art by Angela Ferreira – Magic Paintings.
