Category: Examples of an Imperfect woman

  • Mail Jeep

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    Finding a new mail jeep isn't that easy…for there are not that many right hand drive used ones available.  I found this one online…it was in New Castle Pennsylvania…about 13 hours away.

    I was dealing with Shady the salesman….and between the paperwork and his 'contact' for shipping it took almost three weeks for it to arrive in my driveway.

    The first leg of its journey was on a trailer to Grayling Michigan, from there my son was in the drivers seat…making it to my home near midnight last night.

    I didn't take it on the mail route today, for there was no Blinking Light (strobe) on the roof. My husband put one on tonight…not a permanent one, but one that will let me ride in style tomorrow.

    I love my new mail jeep.


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    My son feels it could be "Lifted"….and with new black wheels…..my husband thinks chrome ones….I am happy to have four wheel drive…and a Right Hand Drive Drivers Seat!  


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    It felt so good to be back in a Jeep!  I don't believe I will be getting out any time soon.  A Mail Lady needs a Mail Jeep!

  • I had been weak.

    I love this analogy from yesterday's reading by Mark Nepo.

    The Art of Facing Things What people have forgotten is what every salmon knows. —ROBERT CLARK 

    Salmon have much to teach us about the art of facing things. In swimming up waterfalls, these remarkable creatures seem to defygravity. It is an amazing thing to behold. A closer look reveals a wisdom for all beings who want to thrive. 

    What the salmon somehow know is how to turn their underside—from center to tail—into the powerful current coming at them, which hits them squarely, and the impact then launches them out and further up the waterfall; to which their reaction is, again, to turn their underside back into the powerful current that, of course, again hits them squarely; and this successive impact launches them further out and up the waterfall. Their leaning into what they face bounces them further and further along their unlikely journey. 

    From a distance, it seems magical, as if these mighty fish are flying, conquering their element. In actuality, they are deeply at one with their element, vibrantly and thoroughly engaged in a compelling dance of turning-toward-and-being-hit-squarely that moves them through water and air to the very source of their nature. 

    In terms useful to the life of the spirit, the salmon are constantly faithful in exposing their underside to the current coming at them. Mysteriously, it is the physics of this courage that enables them to move through life as they know it so directly. We can learn from this very active paradox; for we, too, must be as faithful to living in the open if we are to stay real in the face of our daily experience. In order not to be swept away by what the days bring, we, too, must find a way to lean into the forces that hit us so squarely. 

    The salmon offer us a way to face truth without shutting down. They show us how leaning into our experience, though we don't like the hit, moves us on. Time and again, though we'd rather turn away, it is the impact of being revealed, through our willingness to be vulnerable, that enables us to experience both mystery and grace.  Mark Nepo

     

    I totally get what he is writing about, especially when it comes to hearing the truth when it isn't pleasant or kind.  When it crashes into what you have previously believed. 

    I somehow was taught to not climb the waterfall of truth, but to duck beneath it and just stay with the positive.  

    I am now much like the Salmon.  I face it squarely with my full insides.  I want to know the truth and oddly, instead of drowning me, I am actually becoming stronger and as I see it in my life, moving ahead.

    Dodging the truth will not advance your life at all.

    And facing it fully in the belly, feeling the sharp jolts of the truth, will actually let you rise above it….and not drown.

    As human beings, we somehow believe that the truth will be the death of us….when the complete opposite is true.  

    Knowing who my father was and how he lived his life, actually allowed me to live mine.  

    Like a salmon, I have been climbing the sometimes endless waterfall of truth….advancing bit by bit…letting the truth slam me in the gut time and time again…it has given me courage and strength to advance in my life.

    I can understand how this seems improbable, how it seems that you are swimming in the endless flow of negativity, but actually you are turning the negative into a positive advancing movement. 

    While most want to turn their bellys away from the negative, believing that it will keep them positive, it actually weakens them.

    I didn't become strong by turning away from the truths….the truths actually showed me where I had been weak.


  • A parent to me.

    When my father's obituary was in our local paper, it was short, to the point of almost being meaningless…for it did not show the progression of his children's lives, who they married and their children.  It simply had our first names.  Now, I have no idea who gave this information to be published or why it was so condensed…but its odd nature struck me.  

    Perhaps what made it seem even odder, is that my mother sent me the family tree info pack, that held the details of the ripples of their lives together…about a week and a half after he died.

    The juxtaposition between his public obit and the real family tree sat with me…

    Again, no knowing the intention, whether it was a thoughtful and calculated slim obit or was it just subconscious quick giving the bare details….of his life, it just seemed odd.  

    Like wanting to say who his is, but not saying saying who he was, or who was connected to him…what are the real numbers, and names and lives. The briefness of it cancelled much of his life…the lives of his children and their children's lives. It didn't show who he left behind.

    That is what strikes me the most.  He left behind a pile of kids, grandkids and great-grand kids.  He was the top….he 'touched' many lives in ways again, we don't want to write about…not to even mention the sheer numbers.

    I can see the quandary the person who was left with the task to write the obit was left in.  Who do we connect with this man?  How much do we write and how?  If it had been me, I would have put the whole complete obit. 

    What I know is that he had 15 children, one son died (a still birth).  Most of us married, some have divorced and remarried, one experienced a death of a spouse and remarried.  We have had children and their children have had children. We have married spouses with children.  

    He had 49 grand-children and 12 great-grand children.

    Up until 8 years ago…he was dad and grandpa to all of these numbers.  He was in their lives…and recently he was still part of many, but not all.

    His influence lives within the numbers he left behind.  All were touched, by even not being touched  All were affected…even if neglected.  All carry with them the vestiges of his character.  He lives on in all of us…

    How each of us allowed him into our worlds…shows more about us than him.

    While it was greatly disturbing to know my father was a pedophile, it was far more tragic to realize I didn't know…that the trauma was not recorded in my mind.  That my life was lived awkward at best due to this one missing link.

    I am grateful beyond grateful, that his truth didn't go to the grave with him.  

    I am a complete person knowing that I was abused.  I made sense, my life made sense, the religion made sense, my mother made sense, the siblings made sense…all of it matched my experience, once I had the whole picture.

    Without knowing the complete picture, you get left with the obituary in the paper, a surface quick overview of first names.

    I for one, needed to know the details so I made sense.  I needed to know why I couldn't feel close to him and why I carried resentment towards her (my mother)…why I had such rage inside….all the why questions were answered when I knew who he was.

    We are directly grown from our experiences with our parents.

    Being at the top of the pile, we will have more saturated strong influence, but all were touched and affected.  The younger ones get a milder dose…but even at its weakest strength, its strength will change your life.

    Doing a rough estimate there were 75 children whose lives he was in contact with….not counting the spouses.  And the spouses had to deal with the awkwardness of our emotional damage….so they certainly should be included.  Say, roughly another 10, plus his wife. That is 86…out of the gate.  Oh, and let us not forget his sister and his brother, now we are closer to 90 folks.  And now we could canvas the neighborhood where he lived for roughly 35 years….the numbers are going way over 100…for each family home in our neighborhood had large families near 10 each…3 families that I know were affected.  

    His life wasn't a simple obituary….

    It is my hope that peace is found in knowing he did abuse.  In knowing you are not mental or that your story wasn't believed (even if the parents did nothing).  It isn't about the reaction to your story, it is about that it did happen.

    You can find your power in claiming this.

    My real life began when I fully accepted that I was abused.  I could then begin to live my truth and to love all of me.  I love the parts of me that were damaged.  I love who it made me to be. 

    The greatest thing all of his victims can do is to learn to love ourselves again. To put our lives in first place.  To take back what he took in our childhood.  Our love, our trust and our faith in our selves.

    I decided early on that his abuse wasn't going to define me…but rather I was going to re-define myself. I was going to go towards love, peace and joy.

    Love of me.  Joy in me…and what brings me peace.

    I am but one small name in his obituary, but I too have a legacy to leave behind.

    Mine will be, there is a cure to being abused and that is to take back your power.

    To take back your life and break the silence…to turn away from what the dysfunctional family wants and desires and turn inwards to the wounded child inside.

    Taking care of my wounded self; I was a parent to me.


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    I can create a new family tree!





  • I Exploded in Feelings.

    "I was entirely alienated from both my inner and outer worlds. All my life, I have found it difficult to admit I am feeling anger, fear or bitterness. Ever anxious that certain feelings would make me an evil person or cost me love, I have locked out unacceptable feelings. That winter I dealt with my “bad” feelings as if I were a hanging judge. I found them guilty and executed them as quickly as I could. However, all that resistance created more intensity and anxiety." Mary Pipher

    In reading this I had to post another post.  

    What I find so enthralling about my journey is that when I began expressing my truth and my feelings, I was depicted as evil.  

    I was taught and shown by example not to express anger, fear and bitterness…but rather depict a sunny face, no matter what.  And, you especially did not show anger, fear or bitterness against family.  You had to keep those feelings under lock and throw away the key.

    What you all may not understand, is that even if you feel them and don't release them by feeling them out loud, you will be feeling them…but it turns into rage against innocent people and things.

    The sheer volume of rage I had inside of me, that I directed towards my children in moments that did not warrant that volume, makes me a believer in this.  All my years of keeping a lid on my own inner truths, made a huge volcano inside…that could be tapped at any moment, if my children didn't respond in the manner I needed in that moment.

    I became unglued.  My rage, fear and all other negative feelings came rushing to the surface needing an outlet.

    What I know for certain is that each time I have gone back and felt an emotion that wasn't pleasant, it made me more pleasant.

    It is just the opposite of what I had thought.

    I thought if you expressed rage and anger about abuse, you would get left bitter and angry….when the opposite is more true.

    There are things in life that will ignite feelings of rage and anger….so let them come up to be expressed at the actual moment in time. Don't hide them or speak falsely about how you feel.

    Being truthful with your words and feelings.

    It was scary for me to do this, for I was taught that 'good girls' don't make waves, they don't act up and they don't speak their minds.  Good girls are always nice. They take all kinds of treatments and smile…nicely.  Evil girls will act up and say what is on their minds.  They are misbehaving.

    I love being a 'bad' girl for walking with my truth…for being unruly and disruptive…it feels so much better and freer than having to clamp down on my feelings and words.

    I used to walk around with clenched fists….literally.  Holding all my feelings in check.

    Until one day reality was bigger than I…I was overwhelmed by what I was supposed to keep inside.  I wasn't big enough…there was no more room to push down any more.  

    I exploded in feelings.

  • Out Run the Truth

    From Mark Nepo's book, "The Awakening" - October 28th
    "I have stopped. You have not." —BUDDHA 
    "There is a story of how, just before he was hung, Angulimala, the murderer, became an Arahant, or worthy one, because of his encounter with Buddha. Angulimala had seemingly been so driven from his own life that he was taking the lives of others. Perhaps it was timing, the readiness of a man about to die confronted with the unwavering presence of an authentic spirit; no one will ever know. But it is said that the two stood before each other for a very long time, and when the silence seemed to part some veil from Angulimala's eyes, Buddha said to him, “I have stopped. You have not stopped.” This was followed by an equally telling silence, after which the fortress of cruelty that Angulimala had built around his heart crumbled. It is said that, though Angulimala was hung with a rope made from the fingerbones of his victims, in the moments between Buddha's words and his own last breath, Angulimala truly lived." 
    "Of course, such a story is a penetrating riddle. What had this man not stopped that enabled him to murder? And what had Buddha stopped that enabled him to be enlightened? Though we will never know, we can suggest that the thing not stopped might be any form of running from the risk and pain of being alive, such as denial, hiding, projection. For any form of running from the truth of ourselves can lead to such a numb existence that one can become violent in order to feel. If we don't stop running, we can murder ourselves again and again by taking the lives of others, either physically through violence or sexually through conquest or emotionally through dominance and control or professionally through power." 
    "Ultimately, however you enter this riddle, we are both Buddha and Angulimala, and we repeatedly need to have this conversation with ourselves in order to stay compassionate and real."  Mark Nepo
    Somehow I was taught to escape the truth over and over again, to focus on the good times and then the good times will be....
    Even today, I am asked repeatedly to let the abuse go...when what I am doing actually is bringing in all that I had run from.  It all came home to roost and now it is time to pay.  I pay my past debt by feeling.  I also had to look at what I did so as to not risk the pain of being alive. I had to see the life I led that enabled me to run from the truth of our family.
    What I am doing today is no longer running, but stopping and feeling...either past unexpressed emotions or expressing emotions in the present.  
    In the past I had a great need for dominance and control....of others.  Now, I work at just staying in control of me.  
    Each person is allowed to move freely and I then too can counter act by moving how I feel.
    In reading this, you can clearly see how the most controlling people are the farthest away from their self.
    There is no need to control others, IF you have full control of who you are.
    I recall it being very liberating and extremely frightening, when I knew to the depth of my soul, the only one I had power over was me.  
    In recognizing that....I gave the power back to everyone else.  I no longer carried the responsibility of their choices....where before I felt I did.
    As a mother, it was scary to give your children their lives back...especially for a very controlling mother....but I did.  I let them all go free.
    I am allowed to voice an opinion, to share wisdom, but in the end, their lives are separated from me.  They have their own Karma wheel...and what they do onto others, will be done on to them...
    Mostly I try and show the cause and affect.  They can move this way....but it will make me move that way.  
    A long while back, I knew as a mother I was the consequence lady.
    The kids were allowed to make a choice and I then had a consequence for that choice.  It is how the Universe works.  Your free will....has a consequence.
    You can run, but you cannot hide. All that you are running from is running with you...you simply can't out run the truth.




      


     

  • Being Transparent.

    "The Buddha said that in order to be free, one must accept, even embrace, suffering."  Mary Pipher

    I heard this women being interviewed on XM Radio…and so I ordered her book.  

    Here is what I love…so far.

    "There are three kinds of secrets—those we keep from certain people but not others; those we keep from everyone, and those we keep from ourselves. Writing this book forced me to deal with all three. Many formerly private aspects of my life are now public. Even Jim and my children learned new things about me. And as I explored my own life, I was shattered to discover many aspects of my experience I had long avoided. For most of my life, I have recalled good times and loving moments."

    "When I remembered my girlhood, I painted myself into scenes as a happy, loved girl, filled with honorable intentions. I worked to construct a temple of comforting beliefs—that I was nurtured, respected, and in control. With this quest, I have probed deep layers of memory that I had long struggled to ignore. As I faced the facts and examined painful recollections, I realized that what happened to me is both more unpleasant and more interesting than my previous “official” story. When I finally gave myself permission to travel with my eyes open, my reactions have been a clamorous mix of “Hallelujah” and “Ouch.”  Mary Pipher "Seeking Peace"

    It is true, that when you write you can no longer escape your secrets and in writing I often struggled with wanting to hide things, again….and then I make myself be truthful…as I can…so I don't build another story to hide behind.

    Here is another part that I liked…

    "Of course, not all people grow from crises. Some refuse to accept the need for redefinition, and orchestrate their own intellectual and emotional shutdown. Those who do grow manage to stay awake to the anguish, confusion and self-doubt. This requires a high tolerance for discomfort, as well as the ability to see the world as it is, not as they wish it to be. Over time, the people who continue to struggle emerge wiser, kinder and more resilient. After they have broken and rebuilt themselves, they feel less breakable."  Mary Pipher

    And a quote I took from her radio interview was…"We all suffer, but we don't all grow."

    It is true we all will suffer, but we will not all grow from our suffering….and to me that seems like you suffer for nothing.  To stay awake to the anquish, confusion and self doubt…will grow. 

    I have had a long spell of growing…and I would not trade my journey with anyone.  

    They say, "You are as sick as your secrets…."  I guess it would make more sense to say you are as weak as the secrets you keep. My strength came from being transparent.




  • Fail to show up.

    Some weeks, days and months are riddle with growth spurts that challenge my patience…that try again and again to pierce the calm waters inside. Knowing that life is filled with moments and it isn't personal, until we make it so.  How to just ride each wave, when each wave alone is unsettling.

    Not that I expect life to flow….okay, maybe I do. 

    Remember the Jeep I bought? Well it is still sitting in the car lot 700 miles away… although it has been mine now for two weeks.  I was okay the first week, now …not so much. 

    Mr. Shady's transport service or advice he got, has not gotten my jeep to begin to begin its journey to me.  My husband got involved and hopefully it will get things moving. Part of me almost resents that it takes a man's voice to get things going. Although, it is too soon to tell, for we haven't gotten the call that the jeep is enroute.

    My internet service is a satelite, and it doesn't speak well with the wireless router and in trying to get 'techincal support' I have to pay.  IF we had an alternate internet provider available, I would end my contract with Hughs Net.  The satelite works perfect, but the techincal support and the way the wireless router works with it, not so much.  I spent 3 hours on the phone last night….and this morning, no go. I am now connected directly to the satelite in order to get online.  UGH…

    Oh, and while I was on the line with the Internet folks, my boss called.  My Backup Man, the guy who works every other Saturday, so I get one off….he quit.  Gave his two week notice.  Nice.  Just in time for the Holidays!  When it rains it pours…..and not that each one are life threatening, but they sure are peace threatening. 

    It isn't the big things in life that drive you nuts, but the small pieces…that all fall apart at once.

    And perhaps it isn't that stuff falls apart, but that our expectations fail. We believe that each person and service will do as it is suppose to. That is our problem…

    I have tried to sit in the lap of uncertainty and get comfortable, to not care…but I begin to wiggle with concern and worry and wonder and crave knowing…to leave the details up to the Universe and stop expecting.  Hard to do.

    Where does the line of acceptance for what is cross over into wrestling with the Universe?

    What is reasonable and when is it reasonable to no longer wait patiently?  Who decides?

    It feels like I have been patient….with the Jeep, the Internet folks and not having a back up at work….when is it time to just jump in and sling stuff around to make it different?

    Mostly, what presses my buttons are the lack of alternatives…and I have to deal with what is….and I want to have a choice, but for now waiting for the jeep is the wisest….dealing with the internet is all we can do, until the phone company update our lines or a cable company decides to drop a cable down our road….and the back up man…well, he needed to be replaced….just not now.

    Having to greet reality when it is not on my time line is something I am trying to do with Grace.  Feeling that these are lessons in separating life from me. 

     All I have to do is not set a timeline or expectations….and learn that the only thing that really failed me, were my expectations.

    This is my lesson…to be accepting of what is now….and not let what is not rattle my cage.

    It is funny that we don't know we have expecations until they fail to show up.

     

  • You Can’t Win By Staying.

    I copied more from the article, in case some didn't click on the link to read.  It was very enlightening to me, and I want it to be on my blog site.  

    Most of us assume many things about abusers, but many of us can't even begin to comprehend what goes on in their minds.  What I continue to say about my father is that he orchestrated and manipulated everything. They do not leave anything to chance.

    Reading this article written by Andrew Vachss actually affirms this.

     "In America, we respect titles more than knowledge. But despite intellectualized attempts to merge the “psychopath” and the “sociopath,” there are significant differences between them. They share some characteristics—a total absence of empathy, a profound sense of entitlement, and a complete lack of conscience. The last explains why they never bounce the needles on a polygraph, a machine which does not detect lies, but only measures “guilty knowledge.” Neither ever feels guilt for their conduct, because they do not experience—or even conceptualize—guilt.

        Also, neither sociopaths nor psychopaths will seek “treatment” unless compelled to do so by a court, and even then they will simply use the opportunity to improve their skill-set, such as faking empathy for their victims while facing a parole board.

        But there are distinctions between the two. A psychopath is generally incapable of (or dismissive of) cost-benefit analysis, unlike a sociopath, who will engage in such calculation. So for example, a sociopath who is an intrafamilial child sexual offender is likely to continue his behavior with subsequent children of his own, or even to seek out “single moms” who advertise their status in various forms of social media … but he is not likely to abduct children of strangers. Both offenders are predatory pedophiles, but their target range will vary radically.

        A psychopath is capable of bonding only to the extent of creating a folie à deuxrelationship, which psychiatry calls a “shared psychosis,” (but would be more correctly termed a toxic gestalt, as there is always a far more dominant “half” in such a relationship). Examples include Bradley and Hindley, Leopold and Loeb, Bianchi and Buono. One psychopath might quote Nietzsche eloquently; another might not even be able to read his tripe. But a serial-killing psychopath always writes his own script, seeking a level of internal stimulation available to them only through the pain of others.

        The utter helplessness of their victims is always a trail-marker of psychopaths. Some, such as Gertrude Baniszewski, take advantage of opportunities; others, such as Ted Bundy, create them. Unlike sociopaths, psychopaths have no “goal” which, if attained, would cause their behavior to cease. Their need never goes away, although the fulfillment of that need is often dose-related … what once “satisfied” them eventually will no longer suffice. And escalation is virtually guaranteed.

        Psychopaths are characterized by implacable relentlessness. They can neither be deterred by any law (including the death penalty), nor benefit from any “treatment.” They have all the insight into their own behavior they need, because they know what they want to do. Fear of consequences is non-existent with them—the very possibility of consequences doesn’t register.

        Psychopaths are the ultimate toxin in the bloodstream of humanity, but they are not “born bad.” Fetal alcoholism, pre-frontal lobe malformation, closed-head injuries, the XXY chromosome … all have been found in psychopaths. And all have been found in those who never walk the psychopath’s chosen road.

        The essential difference between a sociopath and a psychopath is that a sociopath’s goals—money, success, attention—are shared by most of us, to some extent. But because they are not dragged down by all our ethical “baggage,” sociopaths can move more quickly toward such goals, and they would have no reservations about removing anything that stood between them and what they want.In contrast, a psychopath seeks gratification—rape, torture, murder-for-entertainment—that most of us don’t. We have great difficulty imagining why any human being would want to commit the acts psychopaths engage in.

        It gets murky when we run across sociopaths who produce child pornography but who are not what are generically called “pedophiles.” They are simply selling a product, and completely indifferent as to how that product is produced, or to what use it is put. No different from arms dealers or contraband traffickers (from cocaine to children), the gratification is the money and the power that comes with accumulating it.

        Put more bluntly: a sociopath would sell a snuff film; a psychopath would makeone.

        But when it comes to predatory pedophiles, knowing the difference makes no difference, because there is no cure. So the sooner we stop being lulled into a false sense of security by the mythology that peddles “treatment,” the safer our children will be.

        What we call something doesn’t matter. There is one undeniable truth about predators: if we refuse to see them while we still have a chance, we’ll never see them coming later—when we don’t.

     Andrew Vachss

    Some how we continue to be lulled into this weird 'safe zone' by forced treatment and/or making them be on a sexual register etc. When there is no treatment for a cure.  We never hear that it will only be cured upon death.  

    We the people have to hear this and own it.  

    There is no cure!!!  Their lives will always and forever be open opportunities to molest again and again. They will continue to do whatever and say whatever to lull you into believing it will never happen again.  

    They do not work alone.

    Also, predatory pedophiles….how they will ensure to get victims even by dating or marrying someone with children. My father won the lottery when he married a woman who believed in zero birth control.  He was constantly fed new models by the sheer numbers 14 children will produce.  He died having 49 grandchildren and I am not sure how many great-grands.  There was no need to go out and snatch a child, they were willingly brought to him.

    My father controlled our family making sure his pedophilia needs were met.  He had his wife guilt his adult children to bring their girls to him.  My mother was his second in command.  I did feel guilty if I didn't go to Sunday Dinner. It worked on me.  I did bring my children to him.  "Grandpa enjoys it when his kids come home."

    I wish I could say that my family was the last living family where this stuff goes on. But, inside of each pedophile family is a similar scene being played out…he is manipulating the non-abusers…and for multiple reasons, they are going along.

    It also struck me yesterday about the lack of conscience in pedophiles and how we have a church who preaches to the conscience within us….

    If you all are expecting the pedophiles within the church to have a come to Jesus moment, forget about it.  You have to have a conscience first.

    Fathers without a conscience are not fathers.  

    If all you take away from this article is this….the lack of conscience and what that fully entails…you will begin to see the trail that you followed perfectly….you have been played by a pedophile like a flute.

    Imagine, we have a 'lie detector' and it only works if you have a conscience…..and we use this to 'detect' a pedophile who will ace this test everytime.  

    Lie Detectors don't work if you don't have a conscience. I know that recently a few folks have taken lie detector tests to 'clear' them of the title pedophile….Really?

    Who is more the fool?  

    We are…for putting full trust in the machine.

    What is reality showing you?  How many have stories and tales about the behavior of these men have been told?  I for one, have been confused by the passing of the lie detector and it then made the victims appear to be liars.  Instead, the machine was unable to detect a conscience.

    How perfect.  A pedophile without a conscience….makes perfect sense to me.  

    We need to stop putting a conscience and feelings and love etc into a person who is showing you it is not there.

    Pedophiles are using the very tools we have full faith in.  What I am here to tell you, forgiveness of their sins (sexual abuse) doesn't work. They don't disappear into a lake called Grace….and the lie detectors don't work on them. It is time for all of us to rely on reality.

    Reality is waiting for us to act upon it.  Not to look away and believe away and test it away.  It is waiting for us to move.  The pedophiles lives are going on uninterrupted, due to our lack of movement.

    Movement in the direction of fully embracing, "There is no cure."  and "It can't be blessed away."  

    You have to be willing to lose it all in order to save your self and your children.

    As long as you stay, you are feeding the pedophile….he will not stop sexually abusing until he dies.  Get that.  Hold it and never let it go. You are in a battle you can't win by staying.



  • Worthless in his eyes.

    I heard a line on the radio about our court systems no longer being a place to find the truth…and that really hit home.  

    That is scary to me.  Where do we now go to have the truth validated?  

    And then, the thought came, "Why do we need a third party to look into our lives to see what is going on, when we know it first hand?"  Or do we?  Is it possible that we don't know the truth when we see it?  

    Who do you trust to know the truth now?

    I used to trust the law and the church, but found neither was really intent on discovering the truth, both were more willing to cover it up or change it around or just let it walk away.

    Are we all playing life's game of pretending the truth doesn't exist?  

    And how does it serve you not to know the truth?  

    How is your life better without the truth?  

    Who would you be if you fully embraced the truth?

    How would your life change if you accepted full out what is?

    It seems insane to me that not only the courts of the land, but many churches are participants of disregarding the truth.  And even more shocking, we are all agreeing by silently going along…and actually work hard to not let the truth stand alone and naked in the light of day.

    We do this not because we are intentionally going against the truth, BUT we are going for what we believed in.  

    We have a life we believe in and we don't want to see it wrecked.

    If you believe in family, in a loving dad, you will fight like hell when the stories of abuse come in.  Even if you say you get that he is an abuser, BUT you still treat him like a dad, you have participated in disregarding the truth for the overpowering need of having a dad.  Of not being able to let that dream die…to become fatherless.

    Who knew that the truth would have so few cheerleaders?

    What was the greatest pain, wasn't the truth of abuse, but the dissolving of dad and little girl dreams of having a strong protector, of having someone who would fight like hell if someone were to even think about damaging one little hair on your head…who wants to know, you stand alone unprotected.

    The acts of abuse and bodily injury are nothing compared to what we lose IF we agree with abuse.

    We lose all the warm comforts of family…of being special and precious and loved.

    Truth rips from us all the comforts of home…

    What we hold on to tighter is this comfort….this blanket of security.  We want to know that there are people out there who will protect us against evil.

    What we don't want to know is that those who we placed to protect us, are evil.

    We don't want to know know know, that those we have loved, trusted and believed in are willingly and knowingly using us, abusing us and treating us poorly.  That they literally set up their household for evil deeds. We want to instead sit in the comforts of them being our protectors.  Of them wanting the best for us…always.

    This is a wide stream to cross to flop on the shore of knowing who we thought protected us actually were the same ones who betrayed our trust and abused us. Cared less of our love, of our loyalty and admiration…in fact used our very nature and abused us…Time and time again…for we refused to believe this was evil.  We have been taught to bless away the sins…to honor thy mother and thy father that all may be well with thee and that thou mayest live long on thee earth.  We keep doing out part and the evil knows we will not not bless each act away.

    We don't need the courts in the land to show us evil, we need the courts in the land to show us where our family is a fantasy. And instead, how often do the courts and social agencies work so hard to make a family…to sit on their haunches of 'reasonable doubt'.  Really?  Do you really have to wonder if the father is no longer a father, when you have victims stories of abuse???

    The courts work on reasonable doubt…meaning can you say without a doubt he is an abuser. Perhaps we need to ask, can you show me without a reasonable doubt where the family man is?  Show me his actions. Show me where the love lies…where he has protected me, where he has treasured me etc?

    The reason I see that we are all backwards with this, is that we believe in the family and will let nothing stand in its way. We don't want to embrace evil and face it full on. For when we do, we are standing without a family.

    Even if the courts in the land no longer are a place to find the truth….and even if many churches will bless the truth away, each of us know in our bodies where the truth lies….what is the truth….and what our greatest fears are.

    Our greatest fear is not about abuse.  

    Our greatest fear is there is no family.  So, instead many will work harder to keep family together TO PROVE it exists.

    It isn't about proving abuse is there….but rather that you have a dad.  Regardless of how he acted, there were some fairly okay times.  He took us hunting, he supported us, he….he….he.  Yep, he was a dad.  And it is unreasonable to toss it all away.  I have a dad…so, then he can't be evil.  And if he can't be evil, then I am worthy.

    I have a dad and I am worthy….feels much better than, my father abused me and I am worthless….

    Worthless in his eyes.



     


  • No, is the most loving response

     "Even though love does always give the loving response in a situation, sometimes the loving response in a situation is no."  Marianne Williamson

    What I believe is the biggest stumbling block in being a free and a loving individual is the ability to say yes or to say no for the good of your own self.

    To separate you in each relationship and not lose your self in the belief that in order for love to survive, you have to acquiesce your no.

    Remember, Acquiesce is "Accept something reluctantly but without protest."

    What you are giving up is you…without protest.  You are saying yes to them and the no part of you is willing to stand up and protest.

    I lost myself when I was a small child, I didn't even protest, for I believed that being a good girl was the way to be the most loving.  To always say 'yes'…even when I felt no would feel better for me. When I didn't want to do something, I never used the word no. Especially with family. Family made it even harder to say no.

    I used to feel that love was something you gave to others, regardless of the cost to you.  In fact, often the more it cost me, the more loving I would appear.  

    I loved that way for 46 years. I loved completely empty.  Is that even possible to give what you don't feel inside??? 

    What if feeling loving wasn't a team sport but an individual game?

    It took me a long while to cut the strings and to separate and I did so with the jeers and not so kind words from family directed at me. For they did believe that I was the one who could put love in or take it away.  I can't.

    Love is not something you give to others, it isn't an item to be passed around.  

    Love lives inside of you.  Each of us are responsible for the love we feel…or don't feel. No one can make you more loving. 

    It is my opinion, that the most abusive do believe that love lives outside in another person, so they will manipulate and control them in order to protect their 'love'.

    If it was possible to change a person by being more lovable, how is it then that my father never changed?  Did his famly not love him enough???  Did we need to do more?  Is it our responsibility for how he acted?  

    Somehow, in abusive situations, the abuser is not held responsible for being unloving inside, but rather the victims try harder, do more and care more and believe that by loving even harder, they will change this person. 

    My evidence in this is the past 8 years. How many of his family members did more and not less? How many thought less of me and not more for doing nothing?

    I had given all I had for the first forty six and it didn't cure, help or make love where there was no love.  All it did was drain me and keep me from my own life.  

    At 46 I nothing more to give.  Instead of doing what I had always done, I did something new…I said no.  No more. There will be no more…I will give no more….for I had seen clearly what I had supported…while I gave up me without a protest.

    Imagine, I gave up me to help support an abuser…

    Sometimes saying No to you is saying Yes to me….and sometimes no is the most loving response.