Archive for January, 2022

If ”God” wanted people to use sex for the single use of procreation, why then do men constantly think about sex? Their demanding and apparently overwhelming libidos are used to create religions, cults, and laws that supress and subjugate women. Rather than fathers’ teaching their sons respect and equality, they hand down their cowardice and weaknesses. In liu, Women are punished because of male egos and their “uncontrollable” urges.

Oppressing women is a learned trait handed down from father to son, religion to community, culture to family. Men are naturally sensative beings. Like women, men love, honor and protect with the strength of respect. The creation of the machismo identity is man-made. It’s an illusion created by fearful slimy males in places of power to allow for despicable behavior by men, i.e. church leaders, cult leaders, politicians, male-run corporations, dogma, lack of laws protecting women’s rights( right’s not depicted in our national constitution).

Today, women fight for every human right from which men are born. Until corruption from toxic male influences are banished from society for good, women will forever fight for that which is rightfully theirs.

My husband and I have done our part. We raised two strong, independent, affectionate, intellectual, true-to-self thinking daughters and our son who is naturally loving, affectionate, strong and intellectual. We didn’t teach them what to think but how to think. They walk away from drama. They focus on solutions, not problems. They are amazing. I’m a regular mom. Their dad is quirky. If we can raise responsible, empathetic, compassionate, smart, self-thinking, true to self adults… so can anyone. All it takes is accepting your truth and ignoring what others want you to be. Peace!

I paid the price of childhood. Grew from love into an angry, watchful protector who bristled bigger and more dangerous than those who dared to stroll into my circle. Married with children, I alone fought the demons that taunted me in my dreams and in my childhood home. Love was sacrificed for stoic indifference. Affection I gave to those I bore and no one else. A warrior from birth I surged into the fight that was life, baring teeth and exposing claws. No one would get near, not even those I held dear. So, alone and determined I kept safe the three lives I would die for.

Fate is not written in stone or blood. Fate, I believe is the outcome of each and every decision a person makes. It’s not fate that knocked me off the path and tore up my feet and soul as it sent me rolling over rough and jagged grounds. Breaking my will, beating my solitary ways to a pulp, just so I could see what kept me distant from the ones I loved. An unexpected kick in the teeth gave me quite the unique 4d perspective. I examined the thick hyperbaric chamber I’d constructed out of fear and ignorance. I didn’t know that there was more out there. The kind and compassionate they made of most of the world.

Ay first, I felt defeated. Tied to a bed by my own body and mind, I turned further inward away from even those I loved because I’d felt that I betrayed them. My only job…gone. My strength and control ripped out from beneath my feet. That little door between me and mine and the rest of the world, closed.

I sank into darkness.

And everyone I pushed away, reached in and dragged me out!