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Dads Matter

To all you psychotic alienating moms out there who make YOUR kids

“Your World”

And who use YOUR

“Mini Me’s”

as a wallet, cause your

“Just a single mom doing her best”

You are psychologically enmeshed with YOUR children. YOUR kids will never understand how to create healthy boundaries and will suffer in every aspect of their lives because of the psychopathy YOU taught them.

WE ARE COMING FOR YOU.

To all you Dads. DON’T GIVE UP.

I was an alienated child. There are millions of us. We don’t appreciate being robbed of the other half of who we are. We need you. Don’t leave us behind. I didn’t have the words to tell my dad. I didn’t know that going with moms flow for my own sanity, was harming me more.

I didn’t know.

I was just a kid.

I didn’t know how much of me was him.

I didn’t know, when I told him I didn’t want to go, that I was ripping his heart from his chest and sealing his fate.

I didn’t know.

But, now I’m grown and I know better.

It’s just too bad it’s too late.

We’ve lost in court too many times to count. We’re broke and heartbroken.

He is defeated.

I am not.

I got my dad on my shoulder and a lifetime of memories without him to motivate me. All I have right now are these flyer’s.

I plastered the kids street, so

THEY KNOW

HCBM’s family is next, cause they are coconspirators and enable more generational trauma. When school and little league start, the flyers will be there too. I will create awareness where I can, because if it’s not happening to you, you just

don’t know.

Mary Maddock , Mind Freedom , Ireland -Recovery

Our stories are similar , I did not have electroshock

Even Mary’s wedding picture looks like mine .

Much admiration and gratitude for Mary’s every effort to educate and earn others .

Hindsight as Evidence

I write this on the eve of my 48th wedding anniversary

This year on November 8th I hopefully will be 75 years strong. I met Jim in 1973. I have known him for almost 5O years..When we published our book in 2006 I did not have my medical records. Sixteen years later I am much wiser about my personal history and the history of the corrupt relationship between psychiatry, allopathic medicine, the state and other professions, especially the law.

Since becoming prescription drug-free at the turn of the Millenium I did everything humanly possible to find out the truth about what really happened to me when I was electroshocked and drugged by medical professionals. It was only then that I could look back at my terrible, traumatic experience which was and still is the living torture of survivors of psychiatry.

When we wrote our book ‘ Soul Survivor – A Personal Encounter With Psychiatry’ I was so damaged by bio/coercive/deceptive psychiatry that I thought I would not live to see it published. However, as the years went by I became stronger in mind, body and spirit. We could have written many more books since but those who know me and have found out more true facts themselves are aware that I have always been actively involved in speaking out and doing groundwork ever since. I have been privileged to get to know so many, outstanding, kind human beings. A big Thank You to every single person who crossed my path. Indeed if we were able to include our work together we would have much more evidence than the six week, deceptive, experimental trials that are passed as evidence by Irish psychiatrist Patricia Casey and her companions.

As Patricia said it is indeed her bread and butter. She has a vested interest in believing that contrived drug trials funded by Big, Corrupt Corrupt Companies will produce real evidence. Her christanity would have taught her what 30 pieces of silver can do and how angry Jesus Christ was about people collecting money outside a temple but she thinks that it is okay to accept bribes from co operations with clearly vested interests. When she was the main speaker, I and other members of MindFreedom Ireland heard her speak strongly in favour of the chemical imbalance theory many years ago. It was funded by Big Pharma. We challenged her then and we still challenge her today but were kept silent then and we are still kept silent today. The established media bow to so-called professionals who read biassed books and medical journals and are more interested in protecting themselves than those they feign to ‘help’.

We on the other hand are labelled with fictional, non-scientific ‘diagnoses’ ( ironically diagnose means to understand!) with no medical biomarkers to establish their labels exist. We are legally treated as sub/non-human and told that this is not discrimination. The law protects psychiatry and psychiatry protects the law. The state protects psychiatry and psychiatry protects the state. Then the established media protects all three. Is it any wonder we are kept silent? Is it any wonder that we feel distressed? Is it any wonder we find it difficult to be employed? Is it any wonder we are so easily drugged/electroshocked? Is it any wonder the marginalised who comprise most of the population are victims?

It can seem like there is no way out but we know the truth. We know it and many others, fortunate enough not to be labelled and drugged by psychiatry can find our way to be our own media. Everyone can do this the old-fashioned, real way by word of mouth. It was because of word of mouth that I had music pupils!! Thankfully psychiatry did not deprive me of my ability to teach also. It made it much more difficult. It was a miracle. It gave me some appreciation of my own ability.

To survive hardship we need to be strong. Psychiatry labels us weak while many who define us are very weak themselves. We need to be strong to know we are fragile. We need to be strong to say we are sorry. Everyone makes mistakes. It is by our mistakes we learn. If we continue to make the same mistakes many times it is difficult to learn. The history of psychiatry is a litany of mistakes. Yesterday’s errors become tomorrow’s and tomorrow’s while the litany of victims becomes longer and longer.

To break this cycle the public needs to wake up. I know it is difficult when most people can be very stressed finding their basic needs. Evolution requires constant change. We have got the ability to make choices. As Vandana Shiva reminds us so wisely we start with the soil. In order to protect ourselves first let us start at the beginning. We came from mother earth and we go back to it! We are honoured to play our part. Mary Maddock

Meeting of Two Persons by Dan L. Edmunds, Ed.D

From.MEETING OF TWO PERSONS

| Dan L. Edmunds, Ed.D.

What is termed “madness” or “mental illness” is for some the only means for expression of their being lost and confused in a world which has caused them deep hurt and pain. Such is not disease but behavior with metaphorical meaning. There has been received through life mixed messages and placement into situations where regardless of the option they chose they felt damned. They seek to break out from the reality which has only caused them distress. The development of hallucinations and delusions are all metaphors for the very real demons they have encountered in a disordered society. tweet

The inner mind, the voice within us, becomes amplified and becomes “possessed” with the demons coming forward from the trauma and distress which has been encountered. Rebellion against the system of things becomes self-destructive as the person seeks to send a message to the world of their distress, but it remains unheard. Each coping mechanism that has been employed has often led to failure and not brought them out of the unlivable situation that is their life. However, the catharsis of this pain and grief can go in two directions – it can be misery and existential death, or it can be transformative.
Through the pain and struggle, through the breaking out of the “typical reality” one can journey through various modes of altered consciousness. Many deemed “mad” speak of the supernatural. They have sought every attempt to reach out and create meaning. If they can be helped by a loving, supportive network to navigate through this state of confusion and the various realms of altered consciousness towards rebuilding and reconstructing a life of meaning, then they can come forward to a recovery that gives them valuable insight about human nature, who they really are, and the reality of the impermanence of this life and the world around us. They will find that suffering is inevitable, and in that suffering is the state of the world that is mired in greed and attachment. The ones deemed “mad” have accomplished a rare task – they have completely detached. But this detachment is only from the typical standards of the world. They remain haunted by the visions of their previous life.
They cannot escape it, and thus they become anxious and paranoid that something or someone will pull them back to that painful existence. At times, rage comes forward as the reaction to challenges, but who would not be outraged if their voice was suppressed and they became the scapegoat for the problems of their families or those around them? Those deemed “mad”, feeling always alone, depart to a world where they remain alone from people, yet may create for themselves beings who give them comfort and solace. This is really the end of their search, to simply be accepted and loved. But here too lies a problem, for when their lives have been devoid of love and they receive unconditional love, it becomes like an overwhelming fire that consumes them. They have never been loved, so how can they respond to an outpouring of love?
When all they knew was that oppression and coercion was said to be because “we love you”, when “love” really was only about control, how can the person then understand genuine love? Once again, the confusion sets in. To reach the person who has been deemed “mad”, we cannot overwhelm. Our sincerity will not be enough, for their trust has been shattered time and time again. It is only through entering their world for what it is, by joining in, and learning to speak the language of madness, that we ourselves can begin to understand the experience of these individuals. It is only by this joining in that the person may have the chance for the journey known as “madness” to reach a transformative movement towards recovery.

Haint Blue Ceilings

Few People Know The Real Reason Porch Ceilings In The South Are Painted Haint Blue In Color:

Raise your hand if your porch ceiling is painted light blue. Welcome to the South, where a light blue front porch ceiling is a common feature of many homes, especially older ones.

It originated in the Gullah culture of South Carolina, where porch ceilings were painted “Haint Blue” to ward off evil spirits from the home. Because rumor had it that spirits wouldn’t cross water, porch ceilings were painted light blue or greenish-blue to mimic a water surface. The Gullah tradition spread throughout the southern states, and warding off ghosts is one big reason people give for the haint-blue ceilings found on porches of homes.

But there’s another, perhaps even more common reason cited for such a practice. Light blue ceilings are said to discourage wasps from building their nests on the ceiling of your porch, because the light blue color tricks the unwelcome insects into thinking the ceiling is part of the sky. Apparently, spiders (and perhaps even other bug pests) are discouraged from hanging out on the porch for the same reason.

There’s some question whether it’s the color that actually repels these insects or the fact that lye, a natural insect repellent, was mixed in with the paint when this tradition started.

Plus, light blue is a cool, refreshing, calming color that reflects plenty of light into the shade of a front porch, making it the perfect canopy for a pleasant interlude spent swaying gently in a rocker or a porch swing while you watch the world go by.

🔹Read more at https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haint_blue

Our Daughters

Our daughters need us not to be perfect.

They need us to be messy, raw, and real,

admitting our mistakes and apologizing for them,

pink in the cheeks with embarrassment, and feeling our feelings with tears in the corners of our eyes.

They need to hear us discussing our struggles with them. They weren’t there to witness them all, so they may think we never had any.

But let’s tell them what we overcame, so no shame exists between us, and they’ll feel comfortable revealing their authentic selves, too.

We want our daughters to view mistakes as an opportunity to learn and grow, not a failure.

Because gosh, we should be tired of hearing about girls uncomfortable in their skin, poking, prodding, and tugging at their stomachs when they don’t live up to their own expectations, looking in the mirror and feeling not enough.

So no, we shouldn’t want girls who smile pretty, don’t take risks, and keep themselves small stuck in a perfectionist mind.

We should want our girls strong, resilient, and BRAVE.

Girls who go after challenges just like our boys who are always encouraged to play rough, climb high, and reach for the stars.

So our daughters need us not to be perfect,

so, they, too, can reach for the stars for themselves, and each and every woman after them to become the brave and imperfect humans, they were meant to become.

– Danielle Sherman-Lazar

I choose Me

Most of my life has been spent trying to shrink myself.

Trying to become smaller. Quieter. Less sensitive. Less opinionated. Less needy. Less me.

Because I didn’t want to be a burden. I didn’t want to be too much or push people away. I wanted people to like me. I wanted to be cared for and valued. I wanted to be wanted.

So for years, I sacrificed myself for the sake of making other people happy. And for years, I suffered.

But I’m tired of suffering, and I’m done shrinking. It’s not my job to change who I am in order to become someone else’s idea of a worthwhile human being.

I am worthwhile. Not because other people think I am, but because I exist, and therefore I matter.

My thoughts matter. My feelings matter. My voice matters. And with or without anyone’s permission or approval, I will continue to be who I am and speak my truth. Even if it makes people angry. Even if it makes them uncomfortable. Even if they choose to leave. I refuse to shrink.

I choose to take up space. I choose to honour my feelings. I choose to give myself permission to get my needs met.

I choose to make self-care a priority.

I choose me.

~Daniell Koepke ~

Artist Credit : Leo Vinh Beauvois