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Pedophile Flashback ; PennState
End of the Line
This song has been playing in my head all day on Summer Solstice.
In repose , rest and my deep thinking baited, peace remains .
I do not have the impression that any masculine has woke to my grace and place and as a result , accepting the end of the line .
It is with great faith that my miss is my mercy . It indeed is extreme in reference to our sons , but their resistance has been consistent for decades . I do not know them as adults and cannot accept their preference to continue the WAR of their Dad and reject me.
The end of the line lends towards new beginnings which I’m resting up for as Christ Consciousness via photonic white light rains down ; those who are supposed to , receive and surrender in self love and self forgiveness to better love another in peace and harmony !
Hydration and rest , rejuvenate and accept the healing and abundance as cycles officially close ,never to be repeated .
Job well done !!!
Blessings & Peace
Dona Luna
Highly Sensitive & Narcissistic Partners
My test results were Super Hyper Sensitive , and it definitely was a challenge growing up.
Distortions within the family and being on my own, mean a lot of alone time .
I knew it could be better ,the whole family dynamic and strove towards that in union.
When I noted behaviors , they were normalized by other , told to accept my burdens and smile .
Many professionals display the narcissism traits and have zero compassion or education in super hyper sensitive people, preferring to label them as mentally ill , medicate them and distort their emotions and authenticity to hide abuses .
There are free test for SuperhypersensitivePeople on one .
I was 100%
Blessings & Peace
Dona Luna
Leaky Gut
I believe after decades of gut issues , I can trace the beginnings to the Twilight Sleep given Mom for my birth .
Twilight Sleep was a combination of drugs which totally wiped out pain , babies were pulled out with forceps and Mom had no memory of giving birth . The normal , natural bonding experience was not enjoyed by either of us .
I rejected her milk , latching was a problem . I had to have my under tongue clipped .
My parents took me home and I dehydrated so much I was returned to the hospital near death . 5 days after birth !
I was given a formula based on banana and revived I rallied .
My gut has always given me trouble and 2 years ago after an experience of many toxins including arsenic I was diagnosed with leaky gut .
Currently I am challenged in stability in my living situations and find much difficulty in treating my gut . And finances are stretched ; otherwise I’d be getting Ozone treatments !
If this aides one person , in education , I am gratified !
Blessings & Peace
Dona Luna
Dads
This picture was taken in 2003
Crosson was born on June 19th
Today he 19
Dad treated us to a meal at
K&W
As Fathers , I have not been
privy to parenting .
I last saw Crosson when Dad
passed in 2012.
I have known scant visits with
2 local grandchildren.
2 grandsons ; I have never
met .
Distortions abound
No one wants to participate in
facts , nor healing.
I was still medicated, notice
the blank look .
It was a celebration , I was part
of the baby sitting team for
Crosson , who was my catalysis
to exit the matrix of
psychiatric abuse , denying
Domestic Abuse that is still
high conflict, extremely
malignant.
Happy Birthday Crosson V
Love Nona

Dads by Craig Childress PsyD
I won’t wish you happy Father’s Day until it is one. Besides, Father’s Day is a false celebration.
It’s to balance Mother’s Day because otherwise it’s too obvious that we don’t value the role of fathers. We don’t even yet understand the role of fathers.
Dads are hugely important, but not even dads always understand how important. Men don’t even understand their role as fathers as fully as they should and can.
I’ve watched us grow as men, as dads. We’re very different now than the 1940s and 50s dad – pre-revolution era marginalized dads.
We’ve been poorly taught as boy-men in our cultural societies. Men became lost in their dominance, rippling our child abuse as children throughout history until now. It has been a violent world.
We began to awaken to the meaning of being a father, and a man, in the 1960s. Before that there were strictly defined roles, men worked, they were the “breadwinners” in a single-income family. The mother raised the children, she was a “housewife”.
There was no divorce. Women and children were the man’s property. Child abuse and spousal abuse were rampant. The violence in our families produced a lot of violence in our societies across all of time.
In a violent world, violence is adaptive. It was a violent world of trauma. We adapted.
We’re leaving the violence of our ancestors. They were insane in their Age of Kings & Empires, the ages of trauma and suffering they endured to reach this place for their children – us.
Men are reorienting now. Women are reorienting now. Cultures are encountering cultures. We are reorienting to our children. We are reorienting to what it means to be family.
Intact families, separated families, single-parent families, blended step-families, two-dad and two-mom families, all within a variety of cultural backgrounds of context, blending, shifting, growing, and evolving in contact.
Child abuse protection laws are recent. Our foster care system is nearly as abusive as the abusive home. Our education system is an abomination. We don’t value children. Not yet.
We don’t value fathers either. We try to, sort of, but we don’t. Not yet. Men and women are equal as parents – as moms and dads. Equality, what a concept.
There are four types of relationship in the family and they depend on the gender of the parent and gender of the child. Two are cross-gender relationships, father-daughter and mother-son, these are the high-affection bonds. Two are same-gender bonds, father-son and mother-daughter, these are the values and identity bonds.
Fathers and mothers are different for sons and daughters. Neither is replaceable by the other, neither is expendable, and both are of equal value to the child.
Equality, what a concept.
They’re different. Mothers and fathers are different because they can’t help but be different by their roles, one’s mom, and one’s dad. They do different things in different ways that only dads and moms can do – differently.
These four bonds are not replaceable by the other in the pair.
The same-gender father-son values and identity bond is not replaceable by the cross-gender high-affection mother-son bond. Dads and moms are different for their sons and daughters.
The father-daughter cross-gender high-affection bond is not replaceable by the same-gender values and identity mother-daughter bond. Dads and moms are different, they do different things for sons and daughters.
People are not replaceable. Dads are special and everyone only gets one dad. Moms are special and everyone only gets one mom. We don’t values moms. We don’t value dads. I wonder why that is?
We had it all worked out until recently, there were rigid gender roles we followed, and a strong religiosity in society to guide us so we’d all be the same or we’d be punished for being different than what we were told to be.
And no birth control pills. Don’t underestimate the powerful influence that birth control pills had upon the shifting social landscape in the last fifty years.
There were ‘rules’ and consequences in society to keep everyone in line with the rules set by the authority. Break the rules, and you’ll be punished.
But then that all got blown apart in the 60s. All the rules were broken. I remember. I was there. I watched it happen. Social rules were broken. It was excellent music.
It was a lot of fun too, except the part where the people died and stuff. There’s a solemn black marker in DC with names – names of people who died. Our parents were killing their children. They were insane from the traumas they experienced in WW-II and before.
WW-I and WW-II were tough times on the minds that were there. They carried those tough times within them when (if) they returned.
Things changed in the 60s, and by the 80s divorce became much-much more common as values changed toward increased authenticity and the need for love.
That fragmented the family. The single-income household vanished, and single-parent households appeared, as did blended families, and custody schedules of shared time with the child.
Every-other-weekend isn’t very much time for one parent, and equally shared time means a constantly shifting home-base for the child between two homes. Things were different.
A lot of things changed. We faced things we hadn’t faced before.
Men who have been brutalized into our gender-role were being set free as well. We were given token permission to love and be loved too. But not actually. We had to be men, strong, confident, and successful – and now soft and nurturing too. Expectations changed, yet didn’t.
The same can be said of women as they extended out into their roles, only different. Because men and women are different, equal and the same, but different in the way of things.
Men needed to find themselves outside of their gender-roles, just as women were also emerging from their gender-roles of the past to find their authenticity. Freedom for one brings freedom for the other, and it also requires a renegotiation from the authenticity of both… that can be challenging.
It’s a time of transition – bumpy – because we’re transitioning at some fundamental levels of us, who we are, and how we organize our world.
What’s it mean to be a father? A man? What do we teach our young boys as they become men about what it means to be a man, a husband, a father? What do we teach our daughters about what it means to be a man, a husband, and a father? What do we teach her about who she is and her intrinsic value of being?
Figure it out. That’s your job, dad. You’re the dad.
There’s no ‘rules’ anymore. You’re a dad, so whatever that is – that’s what it means. You define the role because you are the role. What does that role mean to you? Live into that role – because its you. You’re a dad.
They won’t allow that. I know. So it’s not yet a happy father’s day. I know that too. It’s okay, it’s not about days anyway, we’re not girls about the celebration stuff, we’re guys, but soft guys and it hurts all the time when we can’t be dads like we wanna be. I know that too.
So let’s do something about that to fix it, because we’re dads and that’s what dads do – fix things, especially when our kids need stuff fixed.
The family courts are in chaos because professional psychology has failed them. The field of forensic psychology, your own “special” psychologists just for you who don’t diagnose or treat pathology, is a failed experiment in service delivery.
A massively failed experiment.
Dads have found their voice through the challenges they’ve faced. Dads have come together in a common purpose – their children. Dads have called for equality – excellent. That’s exactly where we need to be.
Moms and dads are different – and equal to the child. That’s mom. That’s dad. Neither is replaceable. Neither is expendable.
Psychology is broken. We’ll need to fix psychology. Okay.
We need to end forensic psychology, it’s a failed experiment in service delivery. Okay. We’ll do that by holding them accountable, and we’ll just switch them out for clinical psychologists.
We need to get clinical psychologists here, the treatment psychologists, they need to come back. That will be Dialectic Behavior Therapy (DBT; Linehan) for the personality pathology, informed by the attachment therapy of Emotionally Focused Therapy (EFT; Johnson). Okay. Let’s get them over here.
We need to make it safe for them to return. Okay.
I’m a clinical psychologist working in the family courts, if they walk where I walk and step where I step, treatment not custody, they’ll be safe. That’s my job. I’m not unique, just the first to return.
I’m guy-wired because I’m a guy. I don’t talk round-and-round about problems. I like to do something about them to fix ’em… because I’m a man-dad guy and that’s how we’re wired… a kinda straight-ahead how do we fix things approach.
So that’s what I did. We’re on a linear path, we’re done with the round-n-round of fight-and-fight. We’re headed in a direction, and that direction is a solution so that every day becomes a happy father’s day and a happy mother’s day because that’s good for the child – a happy child day, and week, and year, and life.
Step-by-step. It is always the same information – the established knowledge of psychology – it is always the same request – a written treatment plan based on an accurate diagnosis. It is always the same ethical requirements, Standards 2.04 and 9.01, and failure in their duty to protect obligations.
Each time you educate the judge, you educate that judge for the next family too. Each time you hold a mental health professional accountable for incompetence, you clear away incompetence for the next family too.
Work for each other as you work for yourselves, fight for each other’s children as you fight for your own. You are not alone. You are more powerful than you know.
This is a marathon, not a sprint. Being dad is for a lifetime.
Do you know what I’d do if I were you? I’d talk to a special mom, I’d talk to Dorcy. She was that kid torn away and torn apart. She recovered with her dad, and then recovered a lot more kids with their moms and dads both.
She’s the most experienced professional over here at fixing things. I’d talk to her, and I’d listen. Get organized, get a plan, execute the plan.
You need a treatment plan. For that you need a diagnosis. You’ll need a local mental health person to diagnose (identify) and treat (fix) the problem (pathology).
I can serve as a second-opinion consultant through tele-health – hooray for the Internet. See? Solutions.
With Dr. C on one side and Dorcy on the other, and with you in the middle carrying the ball, let’s do this because it needs to be done, for all children everywhere.
Happy Father’s Day… pending completion of our current assignment… fix the family courts and child custody for all children everywhere. Okay.
Can you hand me that wrench.
Craig Childress, Psy.D.
Clinical Psychologist, CA PSY 18857

Saying Good Bye to a Parent
When you say goodbye to a parent.
You are suddenly living in a whole new world.
You are no longer ‘the child’ and regardless of how long you have officially been ‘grown up’ for, you realise you actually never were until this moment. The shock of this adjustment will shake your very core.
When you have finally said goodbye to both your parents, assuming you were lucky enough to have had two. You are an orphan on this earth and that never, ever gets easier to take no matter how old and grey you are yourself and no matter how many children of your own you have.
You see, a part of your body is physically connected to the people that made it and also a part of your soul. When they no longer live, it is as if you are missing something practical that you need – like a finger or an arm. Because really, you are. You are missing your parent and that is something far more necessary than any limb.
And yet the connection is so strong it carries on somehow, no-one knows how exactly. But they are there. In some way, shape or form they are still guiding you if you listen closely enough. You can hear the words they would choose to say to you.
You can feel the warmth of their approval, their smile when a goal is achieved, their all-consuming love filling the air around you when a baby is born they haven’t met.
If you watch your children very closely you will see that they too have a connection with your parents long after they are gone. They will say things that resonate with you because it brings so many memories of the parent you are missing. They will carry on traits, thoughts and sometimes they will even see them in their dreams.
This is not something we can explain.
Love is a very mystical and wondrous entity.
It is far better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all and grief, grief is the price of that love. The deeper the love the stronger the grief.
When you say goodbye to a parent, do not forget to connect with that little girl who still lives inside you somewhere.
Take very good care of her, for she, she will be alone and scared.
When you say goodbye to your parents, you lose an identity, a place in the world. When the people who put you on this earth are no longer here, it changes everything.
Look after yourself the way they looked after you and listen out for them when you need it the most.
They never really leave.
Donna Ashworth
From ‘to the women’: https://tinyurl.com/ye9f93zd
#fathersday #griefpoetry

Play
My mom never played with me.
Maybe the occasional time, but it was rare.
I don’t remember asking her to either.
I remember knowing that she wouldn’t if I did.
She was working full time and looking after house and groceries and dinners.
My dad worked hard too and came home at dinner time.
Neither of them had much time to play.
And when they did find spare time in their day, they didn’t want to spend it entertaining their kids.
That’s not to say we didn’t feel loved.
We were showered with love. Our parents talked and listened to us and included us in family decisions. Breakfasts and dinners were always had as a family by the dining table. Talking about the day ahead or the day that was.
Bedtime stories every bedtime.
They took us on adventures and travels.
We went fishing and hunting. We helped bake cakes. Had long family walks in forests. Camping trips. Bonfires. Movie nights. Tickles and hugs and play fights and love love love.
But when it came to playing, we were expected to entertain ourselves.
It didn’t matter to me. I loved playing by myself or with my little brother.
We could get lost in a universe of our own.
I’d spend hours playing with my barbies in the grass, while my parents were gardening.
My brother and I would turn boxes into robots. We would build forts and make magnificent creations with Lego’s.
We would read books and Donald Duck comics.
When I was eight I started writing my own stories. After years of being engrossed in my own universe, my imagination was always on the run and eager to be let out.
I loved my own company. I still do.
Now as a mom myself, I too very rarely play with my own children.
My daughter will ask me and I’ll almost always gently decline.
Like my parents, I too work a full time job. When I find spare time in my day, I don’t want to spend it playing. It feels harsh to say that, but it’s the truth.
I shower them with love. I do all the same things my parents did. They know they’re loved.
I know they do.
But play. That is theirs. And theirs only.
Both of them are magnificent at self play.
Even the 19 month old. They’ll spend ages playing with their dolls or in the sandpit.
Sometimes I’ll add a little flare to the game, shouting from the kitchen:
“Oh no! I think I hear the baby crying!”
And they’ll rush to soothe, feed, put it to bed. Game continues.
I’ll hear them chatting away to themselves and I’ll feel so proud and thrilled that they’ve been given the same gift that I got.
Because it IS a big gift to enjoy your own company like that.
It really is.
So I rarely play with my kids.
And I truly believe that’s okay ❤️
Edit:
Just to clarify, I massively believe in spending quality time with my kids. Read, sing, dance, walks, go swimming, look at them, talk to them, listen to them, joke with them. Love on them. That is important.
For me quality time is not pretend play. I don’t enjoy it, and she is better at it without me.
But when my child offers me a homemade sandmud cake full of dandelions and rocks, I pretend eat it. Or if her doll is sick, I give it a kiss and a plaster. Of course I do. 🥰

Faith
7 years ago my life ended.
I didn’t see a way out.
Was ready to check out.
It can’t get worse right?
Then it did.
They took my kids from me and I was a good father. It didn’t make sense until I found out it’s all about the state making money.
Then 5 years later I found a video of court corruption against my court actors and sued the state of Missouri actors.
The judge dismissed it.
“Quasi judicial immunity.” That means it doesn’t matter they committed crimes against my children and I, they are immune from liability because they work for the state.
I adapted an attitude of “you didn’t kill me then you damn sure can’t kill me now.”
Went and found a gang of fathers, mothers, and kids that had been ran over by the same system as me and found out I’m not alone.
Then one day life got better. I started rebuilding. Bro I got a long way to go.
I figured if you wanted a voice against the corrupt system, I can be part of that voice.
Life continues to get better every day. I found a quiet voice that speaks up next to me. Rebuilt a family and started working to fix the relationships the state and a vindictive ex destroyed.
You did me a favor all those years ago and threw me in the trash. I found my people down here and we found our worth. We started to get really loud and built something. We ain’t done yet.
My life isn’t for everyone. It is where I was supposed to be. When you hit that point, nothing can hold you back.
Rest. We’ll help carry you until you can go again on your own.
Don’t ever quit on yourself.
We got stuff to do and things to change.
Love everyone of our fathers out there and the women that support them.
Kenneth ROSA
Media Personality

