Among other things, her son knew too much.
He knew perfectly well the undergoing racket of
Humanity because,with no shadow of a doubt,
He could tell apart the true God
from the usurper to the Throne.

Nazis were first to leave Christ out of Christmas

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Touch me PLEASE! To know that I exist.

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"The eyes of Enlightenment"

Unhappy kid, love-starved, un-motherly mother, world gone
crazy around him. But above all was unlucky enough to be born
with the wrong neurotransmitters.

Holding on to anything.
  
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The little gofer- forgotten in the left corner- hands
in the cosmic position, is pondering the meaning of
the Fourth Commandment. Is it really necessary?
Can a little child avoid to adore his parents? Or, it
was surreptitiously sneaked in by adults for adults
to sink and twist their right to abuse their children?
"Thou shall honor your father and mother if they
deserve such a thing". Well in this case they don't!

By his little protruding belly I can also see that they
stuffed you with food to satiate your hunger for love
-thus you will struggle with your weight all your life,
but eventually you will overcome it.

Una Furtiva Lacrima ...

We have been talking about the Outer Holocaust.
Given the imposed emotional mutism of our male-mind
cultures this is often as much as you will see of the
Inner Holocaust caused by the early desecration of the
Lovability Principle of the child. It may leave the body intact but
devestates the Self causing apparently "benign" neuroses such as
anxiety disorders.In reality there is nothing benign about them because
they inflict to the Self what the Outer Holocaust does to the body.

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Or this; what we used to call in Psychiatry
la "Grande Hysterique" with numerous suicide attempts.

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"We are born with one thorn in our minds (the Separation).
When death comes most of us will wear a full crown."

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That, as we shall see later is the "job" of a neurosis -an entity psychiatry still considers "benign" -never mind that it derails the course of our lives forever and, collectively makes a mess out of history. How it does achieve such monumental amount of destruction is by the accumulation throughout a lifetime of innumerable "biographical errors" neutralizing the dictum "LET LOVE -not the sick ego- WIN." They take on many forms, but their essence and purpose is to dehumanize us by denial of the irrevocable, God-given lovability of our fellow human beings (so called "Lovability Principle" in our publications).

Neuroses are in fact the equivalent of "cancers of the soul/mind." But this realization is difficult to conceive because they have been distorting us for millennia and the emotionally mute male-mind is not match for them because being emotionally mute himself and feeling-phobic we tackled them from the mental self. Verbal counseling can be very useful indeed but to re-structure a neurotic self you have to mobilize the information hidden in the "files" of the emotional self. And that indeed is one of the most difficult, arduous and courageous endeavors a human being can undertake.

Very few indeed dare to open the Pandora box (and much less men) , because if you do the view of its contents without appropriate help can send your mind spinning all over the universe including a psychotic state. I believe, in fact, that each neurosis conceals -if unskillfully open- a psychotic state.

Oh my God! What are they doing down there?

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"Who would hear me amongst the legions of the angels if I cry?"
Ranier Maria Rilke

(Try the nearest mental health center.)

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The thinker (of desperate thoughts)

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Total Trust.

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Still Happy No antidepressants yet... "Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you... You may strive to be like them But seek not to make them like you." Kahlil Gibran What Gibran is saying is perhaps something like: DON'T DO THIS! Do not use your baby as a solution to your problems -or like mastic to fix a crack in your broken marriage. "At the age of 31, after struggling with my beauty and body image since my teens, I finally found the secret to feeling like a vision when I walk into a room - and I found it in my son’s eyes. My baby boy turns his eyes to me and I metamorphose into a goddess. How in the world could I consider myself anything other than stunningly beautiful in the face of my baby’s undying love? Watching my son love me gives me permission to love myself the same way — without hesitancy, without question, without pause." [Sailer, A. (2003, May/June). Through the eyes of a child [Letter]. Organic Style, p. 14.] Pigging out on me my good mummy ? In Europe there are five countries; they pigged out too like you , (but in money) -so called the five "PIIGS" because they went bankrupt gorging on borrowed money that did not belong to them (Portugal, Italy, Ireland, Greece and Spain). Let the good times roll on sister! Don't use my glow to bask on it like a basking shark. Do not appropriate my nascent self, it is not yours -teach me to return it to whom it belongs, to God. Do not siphon to your mouth the nutritious yolk of the egg, the food that God gave me to survive and become human. I am still an embryo-self mother -or I shall starve to death and dry up for this life time in the genocide of the Self that nobody seems to notice. Sorry to hear that your own love-starved mother gave you nothing and dried you up and that your father was no more than the "inseminator on the loose".... He did not even noticed that you existed, or worse yet, sexualized your existence. But please don't do this to me mother because although you seem not to know where I start and you finish I am not you nor yours ....Please spare me mother! And you "father" listen to this: "They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless but all along I was looking for a father -- he was gone. I hung around with the thugs and even though they sold drugs they showed a young brother love." From "Dear Mama", a rap song by Tupac Shakur

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Take Tylenol Forte.

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I have tried all of the above!

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Unaware as he is, of his own sorry state, the male-mind had the audacity of broaching the understanding of the feminine psyche and its theorizing degenerated into a put-down of incomprehensible proportions such as: the ludicrous notion of the female's penis envy -that, of course, makes her a lesser self as we have already dealt with. (Apparently the actress Sharon Stone, when asked if she suffered from that inconvenience, appropriately responded “I have enough trouble with what I’ve got.”) Furthermore, for decades of self-congratulation the deformation of the father permeated psychotherapy under the label of Freud's drive theory, evolving into a monstrous vision of his children succinctly summed up by an illustrious psychoanalyst*:

Expressing these technical discoveries in social terms we can say that the perfectly normal infant is almost completely egocentric, greedy, dirty, violent in temper, destructive in habit, profoundly sexual in purpose, aggrandizing in attitude, devoid of all but the most primitive reality sense, without conscience or moral feeling, whose attitude to society (as represented by the family) is opportunist, inconsiderate, domineering and sadistic. And when we come to consider the criminal type labeled psychopathic it will be apparent that many of these characteristics can under certain circumstances persist into adult life. In fact, judged by adult social standards the normal baby is for all practical purposes a born criminal.
Amen

That view handily exonerates the adult, the father and mother, from further scrutiny. If you start with flawed material who is to blame if the results are all not too appetizing? The child suffers because it is bad; the adult is there to make him/her "good". (Quote from Time here.). A view that replicates all over the male-mind state: The citizens (the vast majority) have to be under the survey by a minority (who are "good") in power. Thus the politicians seek total (or as much as possible) power while their bureaucrats, the éminence grise of the male-mind state seeks total control. Therefore peaceful rebellion against the oppression of the male-mind state is noble. What do I care to be able to vote if I have to half-exist with atrophied emotional and spiritual selves? Would I call the male-mind state a "democracy?" Of course not! In "advanced" cultures we live in proto-democracies, democracy and male mind is an oxymoron. In more primitive ones,well, I rather be born directly in to a herd of elephants, at least they take care of each other under the loving supervision of the matriarch and they can cry when they feel like.

* Edward Glover, quoted by Alice Miller in her book Banished Knowledge

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"Yep, you almost exterminated my species
but I hold no rancor. They call you Homo Homini
Lupus, a Latin phrase meaning "man is a wolf to man*".
... this motto is deceitful since wolves are creatures
loyal to their own species. You are not there yet.

Never mind, my and your Maker will take care of settling
accounts with you. Until then, I am happy chewing
this blade of grass wishing you peace."

*Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

I am "Tico", a wolamute breed.
My neurotransmitters are perfectly tuned because my human parents love me to pieces!

I come in Peace


Norbert Rosing's striking images of a wild polar  bear coming upon
tethered sled dogs in the wilds of Canada's Hudson Bay.

The photographer  was sure that he was going to see
the end of his dogs when the polar bear wandered  in.

 

It's hard to believe that this polar bear only needed to hug someone!

The Polar Bear returned every night that week to play with the dogs.

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“An orgy of blood when the world needs perhaps less humans and more animals to humanize us. We are living off the love of our children and our ‘pets’.”

From the Mouths of Babes

 

Long road ahead.                                                                         Photo Courtesy of Stock.xchng	Cornered.    Photo Courtesy of Delcoicac.com
Lost.                                                                       Photo Courtesy of Stock.xchng	Stop!    Photo Courtesy of Stock.xchng
Wondering.                                                                      Photo Courtesy of Stock.xchng	It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour   which the night fastens to all the timetables.  The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.   Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.  Deserted like the wharves at dawn,  Only the tremulous shadow twists in my hands.  Oh farther than everything.  Oh further than everything.  It is the hour of departure.  Oh abandoned one!    Pablo Neruda  Twenty Love Poems  and a Song of Despair. Penguin classics
Innocence.                                                                         Photo Courtesy of Stock.xchng	A case of Anoxeria Nervosa?    Or his "adult" brothers are    slaughtering each other    for POWER?    Photo Courtesy of Mrdowling.com
Photo Courtesy of Kevin Carter                                                                                      "My God! My God!                                                               Why have you forsaken me?"                                                        Be it as it may, you are watching                                                                  the two Holocausts and the                                                                   Crucifixion in a single shot.                                                   (No brother, your psychochemicals                                                                   and knowledge of the brain                                                                       will never "cure" this one.                                                         Self Knowledge would because                                                            love happens to be the logical                                                            conclusion of Self-Knowledge.                                                      Ever thought about that, brother?                                                            Or are you too transfixed with                                                     your self-anointed glory, richness                                                                and greatness of which you                                                      never seem to have enough to be                                                         able to declare yourself satiated                                                to the point that you have corrupted                                                           your mind to mindless detritus.                                                         Should we change the name of                                         "Planet Earth" to "Planet Wall Street?")                                                      (NOTE: the great photographer of                                                             this and other superb pictures                                                                ended up committing suicide.                                                                                  I don't know why...)	Never again!    (Sexual abuse rapes the Self).    Photo Courtesy of Stock.xchng
Do I have a chance?                                                                     Photo Courtesy of Stock.xchng	The end of the road.    Photo Courtesy of Stock.xchng
Forever.                                                                       Photo Courtesy of Stock.xchng	Oh my God!    Photo Courtesy of Stock.xchng
There aren't many angels left                                                                          in the city of Los Angeles.                                                                       Photo Courtesy of Stock.xchng	"No see."    Photo Courtesy of Stock.xchng
Broken Self...                                                   The "other" not yet discovered                                                                             invisible Holocaust.                                                                 Photo Courtesy of Woman.ca	"No hear."    Photo Courtesy of Stock.xchng

  " Supplicant Hands"

Mother, Father, please, please, do not forsake us!

Thank you to the following people for their contributions.

Joaquin F. Sousa-Poza, M.D., D.(M.)Sc, F.R.C.P.(C)

 

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