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 Enlightment"

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.

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"

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, 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.

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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.] 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. 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

Treatment of the Inner Holocaust

Cover of Canadian Medical Association Journal, Vol 178, No 10, 2008

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Take Tylenol Forte

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I have tried all of the above!

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Motherhood

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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 labelled 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.

 

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.

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

"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. Will have to evolve perhaps a
few million years to get there....if you don't devastate the earth and
kill each other with gusto to the "last heroic man" -like in El Alamo, Nagasaki etc

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

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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 thepolar 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.

May  you always have  love to share,
Health to  spare,
And  friends that  care

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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. Photo Courtesy of Stock.xchng	Holding on to anything Photo Courtesy of Stock.xchn
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
"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 seem never 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...) Photo Courtesy of Kevin Carter	Never again! (Sexual abuse rapes the Self). Photo Courtesy of Stock.xchng
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Broken Self... The "other" not yet discovered invisible Holocaust. Photo Courtesy of Woman.ca	"No hear" Photo Courtesy of Stock.xchng

Thank the following persons for their contributions: Daphne H. Fontaine, Suzanne Frenette,, Ali Hemani, Lisette D. Jolicoeur, and Kenneth Lilley.

Prior to them, during the truly pioneering times I was assisted by a few who with low pay, long hours but lots of generosity and courage blazed the way and cleared the bush -sometimes as human cobayas themselves -suffering but never complaining or giving up.
This work is as much mine as it is theirs.
Among them: Andre Mercure, Jean Meunier, Bob Rohrberg, Michel Bourque, Eric Marchand and
above all Ms. Lisette D. Jolicoeur.

And last but by no means least, a special mention for a beautiful, intelligent, loving and generous human being of extraordinary patience and skills by the name of Doris Bilodeau.

God bless you all. You earned my love and gratitude. Your recompense is waiting much , much bigger than you ever could imagine because you all have scored innumerable "karmic points." And that is  the real "game" down here in Planet Earth.

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