A marriage , a grandson , were weaponized to block me after I failed to be able to help with childcare ; I was DOA .
It’s very sad to know and accept that our sons would prefer my death and that hasn’t changed in 20 years .
It’s easier
Category: Parential Alienation-Child Abuse
Mental Illness Awareness
In a month where Domestic Abuse is honored and Mental Health Awareness is honored , I am a 2fer.
Image how glad I am to be out of those horrific experiences and clearing the stigma and trauma does aid others .
“Mental health problems don’t define who you are. They are something you experience. You walk in the rain and you feel the rain, but you are not the rain.” — Matt Haig
Here’s a quick read on “Normalizing” the stigma of mental health https://loom.ly/i9IDXyE
#worldmentalhealthday #akuamindbody #mentalhealth #werecover #mentalhealthtreatment #anxiety #depression
www.akuamindbody.com/mental-health-awareness-week-normalizing-stigma/
1000 Global Goddess Gathering 10-22-22
This group is on Facebook
We will meet in private ceremony at our home – but broadcast the first part live on Facebook for those who would like to join us, or are unable to gather locally.
The 1000 Goddesses Gathering Global Grid is a call to action to elevate the Luminous Love energetics of our Sacred Earth by an annual powerful Unified Field of ceremonies — on October 22, 2022. Gaia Mystic & High Priestess Mare Cromwell first received the spiritual directive from Mother Gaia to organize this in 2016 and it has continued since.
Through a powerful Unified Field of multiple ceremonies, we manifest significant Divine Feminine healing energies to support all beings during these intense times and further the Birthing of our New Earth.
In 2022, Mother Gaia is specifically calling for us to gather in Ceremony and have a “Party”! She wants us to keen (mourn and release our grief by wailing loudly) if we need to, move our bodies, dance, drum and raise the energy and release our “ya-ya’s” from two+ years of pandemic restrictions, economic stress, fear, grief and sorrow.
The intention is to collectively weave together as One in a Global Grid with Mother Gaia’s Womb-Heart, affirming our Connection with the Womb of Creation in the Universal Realms – to anchor more Luminous Love world-wide! Yay!!
This global event is based upon a Tibetan prophecy that states that when 1000 Goddesses or Buddhist Taras gather, the Divine Feminine will rebirth through their combined energies, and the tone of the planet will shift from fear to compassion.
We encourage people to gather face-to-face in their local communities if they are able to. There are events scheduled all over the world!
Please support the tremendous work of Mare Cromwell with a donation if you are able.
The Wolf Woman -La Loba
La Loba – The Wolf Woman
There is an old woman who lives in a hidden place that everyone knows but few have ever seen. As in the fairy tales of Eastern Europe, she seems to wait for lost or wandering people and seekers to come to her place.
They say she lives among the rotten granite slopes in Tarahumara Indian territory. They say she is buried outside Phoenix near a well. She is said to have been seen traveling south to Monte Alban in a burnt-out car with the back window shot out. She is said to stand by the highway near El Paso, or ride shotgun with truckers to Morelia, Mexico, or that she has been sighted walking to market above Oaxaca with strangely formed boughs of firewood on her back. She is called by many names: La Huesera, Bone Woman; La Trapera, The Gatherer; and La Loba, Wolf Woman.
The superstitious call her soul stealer, claiming she weaves a dream catcher to snatch up those who would cross over and cage them in the light of her fire. The sole work of La Loba is the collecting of bones. She is known to collect and preserve especially that which is in danger of being lost to the world. Her cave is filled with the bones of all manner of desert creatures: the deer, the rattlesnake, the crow. But her specialty is said to be wolves.
She creeps and crawls and sifts through the montañas, mountains, and arroyos, dry river beds, looking for wolf bones, and when she has assembled an entire skeleton, when the last bone is in place and the beautiful white sculpture of the creature is laid out before her, she sits by the fire and thinks about what song she will sing.
And when she is sure, she stands over the criatura, raises her arms over it, and sings out. That is when the rib bones and leg bones of the wolf begin to flesh out and the creature becomes furred. La Loba sings some more, and more of the creature comes into being; its tail curls upward, shaggy and strong.
And La Loba sings more and the wolf creature begins to breathe.
And still La Loba sings so deeply that the floor of the desert shakes and as she sings, the wolf opens its eyes, leaps up, and runs away down the canyon.
Somewhere in its running, whether by the speed of its running, or by splashing its way into a river, or by way of a ray of sunlight or moonlight hitting it right in the side, the wolf is suddenly transformed into a laughing woman who runs free toward the horizon.
So remember, if you wander the desert, and it is near sundown, and you are perhaps a little bit lost, and certainly tired, that you are lucky, for La Loba, the wolf woman may take a liking to you and show you something—something of the soul.
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, From Women Who Run with the Wolves
art | Susan Seddon Boulet
To Love a Man
“If you want to change the world love a man; really love him.
Choose the one whose soul calls to yours clearly who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid
Accept his hand and guide him gently to your hearts blood
Where he can feel your warmth upon him and rest there
And burn his heavy load in your fires
Look into his eyes look deep within and see what lies dormant or awake or shy or expectant there
Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all the wars and madness their spirits fought in some distant land, some distant time
Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment
And let it all go
Feel into his ancestral burden
And know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you
Let him melt in your steady gaze
And know that you need not mirror that rage
Because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds
If you want to change the world love a man, really love him
Sit before him, in the full majesty of your woman in the breath of your vulnerability
In the play of your child innocence in the depths of your death
Flowering invitation, softly yielding, allowing his power as a man
To step forward towards you…and swim in the Earth’s womb, in silent knowing, together
And when he retreats…because he will…flees in fear to his cave…
Gather your grandmothers around you…envelope in their wisdoms
Hear their gentle shusshhhed whispers, calm your frightened girls’ heart
Urging you to be still…and wait patiently for his return
Sit and sing by his door, a song of remembrance, that he may be soothed, once more
If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Do not coax out his little boy
With guiles and wiles and seduction and trickery
Only to lure him…to a web of destruction
To a place of chaos and hatred
More terrible than any war fought by his brothers
This is not feminine this is revenge
This is the poison of the twisted lines
Of the abuse of the ages, the rape of our world
And this gives no power to woman it reduces her as she cuts off his balls
And it kills us all
And whether his mother held him or could not
Show him the true mother now
Hold him and guide him in your grace and your depth
Smoldering in the center of the Earth’s core
Do not punish him for his wounds that you think don’t meet your needs or criteria
Cry for him sweet rivers
Bleed it all back home
If you want to change the world love a man, really love him
Love him enough to be naked and free
Love him enough to open your body and soul to the cycle of birth and of death
And thank him for the opportunity
As you dance together through the raging winds and silent woods
Be brave enough to be fragile and let him drink in the soft, heady petals of your being
Let him know he can hold you stand up and protect you
Fall back into his arms and trust him to catch you
Even if you’ve been dropped a thousand times before
Teach him how to surrender by surrendering yourself
And merge into the sweet nothing, of this worlds’ heart
If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Encourage him, feed him, allow him, hear him, hold him, heal him
And you, in turn, will be nourished and supported and protected
By strong arms and clear thoughts and focused arrows
Because he can, if you let him, be all that you dream
If you want to love a man…love yourself…love your father…
Love your brother…your son… your ex-partner…from the first boy you kissed…
To the last one you wept over…
Give thanks for the gifts…of your unravelling…to this meeting…
Of the one who stands before you now….
And find in him the seed…to all that’s new and solar…
A seed that you can feed…to help direct the planting…
To grow a new world, together…..”
~Lauren Wilce
Attacking the upper respiratory be4 it’s in chest
I have seasonal allergies and the spraying in our atmosphere requires major attention now .
Sleep was elusive last night , so a healthy nap is in order and I’m surrendered .
Magnesium & Potassium is indicated but my store didn’t have it !
Blessings & Peace
Dona Luna
Thing called love :Bonnie Raitt
I am surrendered to love which does not include deceptions on any level but the higher love ❤️
Running away in rage , silenced by shame , still involving one’s self with the same lessons ; repeat .
It begins to feel like insanity . However I fell my life thus far and my inherited missions are near completion and it may include some more shit to step in , despite the current life challenges , I am ready.
I did not sleep well last night , the chemicals being sprayed include barium and I have depletion which I’m going to address while resting .
The 2 upcoming eclipse are heralded as game changers and free will bring what it , major releases of opposition of any kind within one’s tribe .
Hearing this song lifted me up and I’m in a good head space and heart and spirit and I’m not ignoring my health or allowing anyone to challenge that mission .
May you be Blessed this day 🎃❤️🙏
Her Nightmare experience with psychiatry is sadly common .
As was mine and far too many people
I am new here. 3 years ago I was committed to a psychiatric hospital against my will and forced to take Risperdal and abused by a psychiatrist.
I had a physical illness which I now know is mold toxicity and mast cell activation syndrome (MCAS). It’s not well known in the medical community but I was able to google my symptoms early in the illness and come up with MCAS. Not sure why they couldn’t do that.
I was diagnosed as delusional, extremely mentally ill, with psychosis due to psychotic delusions all because they were too lazy to research my symptoms. I was treated like garbage and called a liar.
I couldn’t eat because of pain and bad reactions to food and got down to 77 lbs and told the psychiatrist I needed to go to the medical hospital and get a feeding tube cuz I was starving to death and she demanded “You’re not going anywhere. You just need to get up, walk down the hall, get your food and eat it.” I was in pain with several debilitating symptoms, could barely walk, had double vision and had just laid in the bed there for 10 days. My friend had to call my doctor to get me out of there.
There’s more but it’s too long. It was a nightmare. And now it’s on my FBI background check that I was involuntarily admitted to a psych hospital. I’m doing everything I can to get justice but it’s not easy. Both hospitals and the medical board won’t do anything but I have several other places to report it to.
I am livid and believe I have PTSD because of what they did to me. They should be in jail!
Pumpkins
Laura B physically took the pictures as I pointed out the shot
She squealed with delight as we came upon this pumpkin patch 🎃
Change
This property was depicted as my safe place after 4 very months of bouncing around after my COVID eviction.
Having given away most of my furniture, there were things there I could use and things that I helped facilitate giving away for owners.
It was never cleaned and sadly I found the tenet before me was the only child and with her son ( grandson ) had been evicted as well before me !!! Of course stories abound but I find it interesting and example this house which did rent to a man and repairs are being made as noted in this shot . New deck and new paint .
An offer was made to sell at $50 over what was paid and my research showed a reduction in value 10k what was paid by current owners/landlords . I did not find my self desperate enough to buy it at such a high price with such obvious and varied repairs , far greater that was we saw today .
Notices to move (30 days )were the result of my friendship with the only child to whom I was told not to talk to.
Many stories were created and embellished to create the belief that we the renters were to blame and deserved to be ” thrown out ”
Many times I asked ” Am I safe here , and was always reassured that I was .
The male tenet HAS a lease !
The views are magnificent but there is a negative vibe attached to this ” gated community ” where I began to feel I was watched and certainly was true of a repair guy who worked for them , and would just show up , parked in the yard , in the storage shed which he had lots of stuff as well as the owners who allowed that I would have space to store my things , rather than pay storage else where. I was not comfortable with the situation nor the ability of repairs . A washer was replaced with yard sale type 2nds due to a spring having gone bad which was missed by their examination and discovered by my 23 year old repair man !
A very harsh winter , time with no electric power after being told it NEVER happened ! And I was not checked in on by these folks in any way , shape or form .
It was discovered after I left end of July 2021 that dementia and pre existing mental illness ( life long secret ) gripped 1 of the 2 and I had to feel that I had dodged a bullet .
All in all … wasted time
wasted faith
wasted money
And the betrayal of home and heart that sadly has met its mark with an only child and their son .
It did however result in the acceptance of truths and healing for the child/grandchild
Photo credit
Laura B
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