The Wounded Healer. She’s no stranger to Loneliness, No stranger to Grief, No stranger to Loss, No stranger to Hurt No stranger to Shame… And It is because she is no stranger to suffering that she can be The healing touch to all that come to her in pain. If you ask her, “do you have any regrets.?” “If you could change your past would you?”
She would answer, ” I’ve lived through some hard times, but I wouldn’t change one moment of it, I was broken in order to open… The compassion that now flows through my heart is the grace of Divine Mother, nothing that I have experienced has been in vain”.
Wounded Healers. They are not made. They created themselves through conquering Adversity, Trial Error and Ext ream pain and suffering. They conquer fear and find a way to speak their truth even when they afraid. In doing so they Shine Light for others who are lost and feeling alone. And in return their Inner light Ignites with renewed purpose. A purpose greater than they ever could Imagine..
She’s a sensitive woman Deeply connected to the Divine feminine forces Changeable as the seasons Waxing and waning as the moon Flowing as the waters of the Earth… She can handle the dark nights because she knows that on the other side is a dawn more bright than any she’s experienced before… Her light is growing and illuminating the light in others…
Author ~Mike Harrigan
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A few people asked me to write more about the silver bullet – false allegations. It’s been getting a lot of coverage in the media because of the Johnny Depp defamation trial, but so many who experience parental alienation are all too aware of how destructive it can be, and how inept are the courts. I posted this on my Instagram feed a few days ago. Please do follow me there: https://www.instagram.com/charliemccready1/
Genuine victims of abuse need to be protected. But the system can be abused. In UK law, a person is supposed to be innocent until proven guilty but, often, a court will rely on the ‘nature and seriousness of the offence’. Since 1999 when gamblers (investment bankers) needed help and Public funding had to be slashed to avoid economic collapse, one of the sacrifices was legal aid provision, even though they knew it could lead to an increase in false allegations. The consequences can be disastrous for the accused. Something like 70% of cases involving allegations of abuse during custody disputes are deemed false or unnecessary. Domestic violence can include feeling threatened, it’s a broad spectrum. There is a low standard of proof. Only minimal evidence is needed and a protection order is handed out. All the accuser need do is say there was abuse. That’s it! The accused can’t defend themselves as it’s done ex parte (at the request of and for the benefit of one party, which means you can be served without even knowing charges had been filed), and without the slightest bit of evidence brought forward. No judge wants to be responsible for the abuse, so they’re quick to act. Allegations of abuse (emotional, physical, sexual) are so lethal that the alleged abuser usually loses, with immediate effect, all custody and visitation rights. It has been determined that false accusers are much more likely to have a personality disorder such as narcissistic/borderline personality disorder traits, histrionic, borderline, passive-aggressive, or paranoid. Parents with this high conflict personality are abusive and unable to resolve conflict in a healthy way. Often, they are highly sensitive to how others perceive them, defensive, and with a tendency to deny any personal shortcomings, confusing feelings with facts. They may ‘feel’ abused, or that their child is abused, but nothing has actually occurred. False accusers react to stressful situations in maladaptive ways, having difficulty handling anger and conflict. They cannot collaborate, co-parent or mediate. They also do NOT follow court orders. And they are quite willing to lie and make any kind of false allegation in order to ‘win’. The parental alienator is teaching their child that lies get rewarded and that the truth and the justice system can be abused, along with the target parent.
Our homes should be sanctuaries. Justice should be fair. Truth should be honoured. We have made some progress in that psychological abuse and coercive control are seen as crimes, not only physical or sexual abuse. But we have such a long way to go.
The Experience of Voice Hearers From Psychology Today blog By Dan L. Edmunds, Ed.D.
When one hears that one is experiencing the hearing of voices, often the response is alarm and the desire to suppress the experience. About ten percent of the population experience voices that others do not hear or may experience other unusual sensory perceptions. When we include such experience as hearing one’s name called when others do not, then we can say the majority of individuals have encountered the experience of hearing voices.
In the more extreme situations, voice hearing usually arises in response to adverse events and stress. But in some situations this extreme state may be helpful and even necessary. With a few clients who had encountered the loss of a loved one, they related experiences of hearing the voice of the deceased or having sensory perceptions which brought the deceased person to mind. Through this experience, they felt comfort and solace, and a connection to the one they lost.
This is not to say that voice hearing cannot be frightening and disturbing. But even the more challenging experiences where the voices are of a distressing nature, it is of no benefit to merely suppress the experience. What is beneficial is to journey with the person as they seek to uncover the meanings of their metaphorical and symbolic images and find the interpretation of their wakened dream. This process requires much patience and dedication on the part of the therapist. It is what is necessary though if one is to be brought from an extreme state of breakdown to a breakthrough. It is what is necessary if new insights are to arise and the person is truly going to gain awareness.
Those experiencing extreme states such as voice hearing are often misunderstood. When we do not understand or wish to dismiss the other, the tactic is to categorize first, and label the other, and put them in a group alienated from ourselves. We create a we vs. them, and we can feel justified in not dealing with them, and we continue on in our ignorance.
There is that space between the spirits and minds, and the distance of this space is based on cumulative traumas and oppression. To enter this space comes with risk, and it is a dangerous territory, but once the journey is made, then there can be that joining of two persons in understanding, humanity, trust, and love.
As time goes by, You will loosen your grip on that rock, The one you always thought was home, And you will realise that home is not a place, It’s a state of mind. Let it go.
As times goes by, You will learn to see yourself more clearly, The girl who was always too much of one thing, And too little of another, was actually Everything she needed to be. Let her out.
As time goes by, You will let the simple things become the big, And you will allow the big things to become the simple, And that readjustment will be, The day you really start to live, Let it be.
As time goes by, You will be forced to say goodbye many times, And your soft little heart will shatter but, It will still beat and that will bring you, All the purpose you need. Let it beat.
As time goes by, You will stop choosing wealth over peace, You will stop choosing money over time, And you will see that the treasures you need, Are in the smiles and the laughter. Let them in.
As times goes by, The moments you remember when your life flashes past, Are never the awful memories my friend, it’s the joy, The summer nights, the lazy days with loved ones, The midnight chats and the morning hugs, Let them happen.
You are awoken in a way that no longer draws an ordinary man. Wise woman, wild woman, ancient muse of artists and poets, you crave a partner who can discern your siren call.
You’ve been the shadow that’s slipped past him on moonlit walks, when he’s been searching his heart. He’s reached out to grasp you but the time was never right. Like a wisp of wind, you’ve eluded him on his journey toward enlightenment.
Perhaps he was not ready, perhaps you weren’t either, while you’ve been soaking your bones in mystery and reading sacred texts, he’s also been feeding his mind with poetry and prose. Perhaps while you’ve been listening to the whispers of forest spirits and leaning against wise old trees, he’s been a step or two behind you, aching for the sound of your steps on the sodden moss.
Wild woman, spiritual seeker, choose a man who will feed your soul. You have seen him in the cards, he’s elusive but he’s real. He’s a challenge, he’s unafraid to speak his mind. He’s a man who knows his path. You need a man whose strength is in more than his hands. You need a man whose character makes your heart pound, your body lose control.
He’s the kind of man who will drink your essence but who won’t worship you, because he knows how real you need to be. He’ll admire your fire, he’ll melt at your touch—he’ll enter your soul through your eyes.
He’ll understand your independence, the many times you’ll leave his side. He’ll follow if you ask him but keep his dreams his own. He’ll tie you down only when you ask it, and then, he’ll do it well. A man who feeds your soul can feed your body as well.
He admires your solitude, he is turned on by your mind, he lives for your next breath of wisdom—wild woman—you’re everything he’s been looking for. The books on your shelf, the incense in the air, the card splayed to tell his future, the chanting from your meditation room—all sacred food for him.
Choose a man who understands walks under the heavy, magical moon. One who will take your hand and trod through silently falling snow. One who talks to the stars and for whom the planets turn.
Choose a man whose smile will drop you to your knees. One whose mouth burns at the back of your neck and the bottom of your spine. One whose love leaves no question about its intentions—he’s knows that you’re the one.
Choose a man who’s not afraid of his sexuality or yours. He’ll crave what you cradle between your hips, his tongue like honey, rising to meet your lust. While you croon a love song, while you drift across his lips, he’ll bring you to an ecstasy of ocean waves crashing to the shore.
Give him everything, mystic woman. Pour him some pomegranate wine. Give him a drink of forbidden fantasies, let him know you in your darkest form. A man who feeds your soul craves you raw. A man who feeds your soul walks with the raven as his guide. He is at home in this world and the one in between, that place where spirits gather and everything is known. Let him feed you with his magic, the words only he can speak, the deep, rich timber of his voice caressing your ears while you lie stretched naked in his arms.
He won’t run. No matter what you reveal. Even if you say that dragons or unicorns or wicked spirits visit your nighttime dreams. Even if you utter words that only witches learned. Even if you tell him that once your body burned on a pyre of hatred and fear.
Choose a man who will serve your soul. Who knows that you are the universe, the sea at midnight, the plaintive sound inside a seashell and the whir of hummingbird’s wings at dawn.
He knows that you are solitude. That at times you are a destructive wind. That sometimes you are the frozen tundra and sometimes the heat of a dessert isle. Sometimes he is those things too, and why he gets you and still stays.
So lay down your defenses. Put your sword in its safe place, drop that shield. You’ll understand each others weaknesses. Wild woman, let him in.
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