This covers many aspects of #333.. A more enlightened
rendering .
Tag: communication
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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

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


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Curing Masculine Toxicity : Acknowledge Sensitively
Awareness was lacking that supported of our sons
sensitivity , as trauma after trauma , and occurred
and never discussed , never healed ..
It’s time , Past time to support the sensitivity in masculine
end the shame
What A Narcissist will never give , Closure .
Adore this lady and her approach , is direct and born of experience
and facts .
It was noted that our timelines correspond , 11-12 years of marriage
that is not balanced to say the least . We each had 3 children
we each have officially been divorced for 20 years .
Realized long ago I did not have a marriage , only
a mask , a surrogate , normalizer ….
More over , I knew the lack of self love and self worth
as shadow that exploded, with no warning …it only
became more intense , as he worked out of town
unavailability was normal even if in house .
Detached , withdrawn silent
Death
I felt the oppression 3 months
in , but had brothers and a society/religion that is a brotherhood
that allows a feminine to serve , with minimal support ..As a caregiver
from age 14 months , which is part of my character , as I was induced
to have experiences to forge my education .
The non responsive , non responsible deeply traumatized figure , knows
deep shame , rage from cumulative sources , but targets his spouse , thus
children and will never own it …regrets will stated , always the victims
always projecting . Lacking the support, ability , desire , in denial , missing
any and all signs from Divine , that stepping from the shadow , laying
burdens down begins with truth/light …It’s an inner job , and as I witnessed
the regressive , depressive , silence for 20 years , it has intensified with my
departure from a fabricated life of smoke and mirrors ..
Completion has long since occurred , for I am not bound in twinning our sons
as he does, bound to his trauma and secrets and abuses , as too often
occurs … it is so complete that despite attempts to keep the old cycle
are ongoing , often recycling the trauma of past , has no effect .
Only attesting to the closure at hand , in matters of business , which
will clarify the intent for the Abuse continued was and is financial ..
calculating , vengeful and locked in a maze of never ending anger
rage ….I let go of any connection in 2006…over ex.
Get over our sons ? Not happening Nor is the abuse of holding them
in shadow with the poison fed them , in order to win.
However , it is their choice , mine is to step out of a matrix
of brothers and sisters who feel I am unworthy , from
their shadow perspective of self preservation above all
Nope , I was induced into energies that have denied
my place at the table , doing much harm ; I have long
since delved into my shadow , heard extensive versions
of why I didn’t deserve to live ..
Fear , anger ..being bound , silent …death of spirit ..
I have noted that , recycling until finally other
experiences brought me to review …
I did, now weary … Freed to be me ..
Respect for that energy was chipped away, as my consciousness
and fear , inherent in loosing my life , did happen .
Making sure that happened , augmented by a brother MD
I was induced into submission , witnessed by 3 young men
who deserve , as I do , to be liberated from the falsehoods
and brotherhoods that wish to have us bound forever in
trauma .. repeating this in matters of finances , veiling
some pretty deep offenses , will not carry into 2020.
Of course , there is no response but silence , negational
approaches lost , the force that demands clarity will not
be denied …©️
Thy Will Be Done ♐️👁🌏✊
Blessings & Peace 🌈🎁
Doña Luna 🥰
