Category: Parential Alienation-Child Abuse

The Criminal acts of parental Alienation Abuse

This is terrifyingly accurate!! My question is, How about the court system? Had the violating parent then been held accountable, would it have stopped there? How about awareness?? I have to wonder if I had known about parental alienation, the signs symptoms and honestly that it was even a thing…. I probably would have been able to make more sense of what was happening. How 4 children can adore you one day, then the next want nothing to with you for no real reason. It made no sense. If there was awareness, if I knew a fraction of the knowledge I have today… I would not have reacted the way I did. And hurt my children further!

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/inside-the-criminal-mind/202201/when-parental-alienation-is-not-quite-what-it-seems

Sherri Campbell , PhD, Learning from Narcissistic

As important as it is to learn about the toxic people in your life and how to remove them, it also important to remember in learning about them you are also learning an incredible amount about who you are. You learn exactly where your weaknesses are and to whom you are most vulnerable. You learn who you can trust with your heart and your secrets and you learn who will use these same things against you.

It is important to focus on what you learn about toxic people and apply it to how you need to change the way you show up in relationships. Learning about them helps you become clearer on what you are no longer willing to tolerate and where your boundaries need to be. They are not going to change, so don’t learn about toxic people with the intent of trying to get them to change.

You have to change. And when you do, you will be braver and more confident when removing them from your life.

Aging Women

women’s work to bring the ultimate art forward:

Living in the soul, rather than living in the overculture. To enter the soul, be it, teach it with as much wit, meaning, grace and grit—and cackles—as possible.

One of the best things about gathering years is the right to cackle with impugnity” “As a woman gathers more years, she becomes more bold, which is not the same as brave: Brave is jumping in. Bold is jumping in led by angels. In age, we learn to know the difference. For certain, ‘older is bolder.

In old tales, there are plenty of bitter old creatures railing about shrieking me me me. One of the masteries of age, is to divest of bitterness which acts as a dam to the inspiratus and to one’s sense of calm in ‘being enough.’ Bitterness is self-imposed ‘prison of unhappiness’ where the feelings of isolation and rage seem to enliven us, but in fact, only deaden us to love and creative force.

Author : Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Becoming a Warrior

HOW I BECAME A WARRIOR

Once, I ran from fear
so fear controlled me.
Until I learned to hold fear like a newborn.
Listen to it, but not give in.
Honour it, but not worship it.
Fear could not stop me anymore.
I walked with courage into the storm.
I still have fear,
but it does not have me.

Once, I was ashamed of who I was.
I invited shame into my heart.
I let it burn.
It told me, “I am only trying
to protect your vulnerability”.
I thanked shame dearly,
and stepped into life anyway,
unashamed, with shame as a lover.

Once, I had great sadness
buried deep inside.
I invited it to come out and play.
I wept oceans. My tear ducts ran dry.
And I found joy right there.
Right at the core of my sorrow.
It was heartbreak that taught me how to love.

Once, I had anxiety.
A mind that wouldn’t stop.
Thoughts that wouldn’t be silent.
So I stopped trying to silence them.
And I dropped out of the mind,
and into the Earth.
Into the mud.
Where I was held strong
like a tree, unshakeable, safe.

Once, anger burned in the depths.
I called anger into the light of myself.
I felt its shocking power.
I let my heart pound and my blood boil.
Listened to it, finally.
And it screamed, “Respect yourself fiercely now!”.
“Speak your truth with passion!”.
“Say no when you mean no!”.
“Walk your path with courage!”.
“Let no one speak for you!”
Anger became an honest friend.
A truthful guide.
A beautiful wild child.

Once, loneliness cut deep.
I tried to distract and numb myself.
Ran to people and places and things.
Even pretended I was “happy”.
But soon I could not run anymore.
And I tumbled into the heart of loneliness.
And I died and was reborn
into an exquisite solitude and stillness.
That connected me to all things.
So I was not lonely, but alone with All Life.
My heart One with all other hearts.

Once, I ran from difficult feelings.
Now, they are my advisors, confidants, friends,
and they all have a home in me,
and they all belong and have dignity.
I am sensitive, soft, fragile,
my arms wrapped around all my inner children.
And in my sensitivity, power.
In my fragility, an unshakeable Presence.

In the depths of my wounds,
in what I had named “darkness”,
I found a blazing Light
that guides me now in battle.

I became a warrior
when I turned towards myself.

And started listening.

Author ~Jeff Foster

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Sacred Wild Woman Medicine

Gratitude to the Unknown Artist

Solitude

“Solitude is not an absence of energy or action, as some believe, but is rather a boon of wild provisions transmitted to us from the soul. In ancient times, purposeful solitude was both palliative and preventative. It was used to heal fatigue and to prevent weariness. It was also used as an oracle, as a way of listening to the inner self to solicit advice and guidance otherwise impossible to hear in the din of daily life.”

  • Clarissa Pinkola Estes

“Waking the Witch”
Mixed Media
2016

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