Today I learned about splitting and projection before during and after World War Two in Germany and the extreme detrimental effects of using shame as a way to modify a child's behaviour. You can read more about the work of Mary Katherine Armstrong here. She has also written a very interesting article called The Price We Pay for Shaming Little Boys
Saturday, 17 July 2010
Splitting, projection, child abuse, trafficking and international crime
Today I learned about splitting and projection before during and after World War Two in Germany and the extreme detrimental effects of using shame as a way to modify a child's behaviour. You can read more about the work of Mary Katherine Armstrong here. She has also written a very interesting article called The Price We Pay for Shaming Little Boys
Wednesday, 14 July 2010
The Healing Journey
I asked her because I have been having terrible dreams - she also had terrible dreams to the extent that she would freak out - while asleep and once nearly punched her husband when he kissed her goodnight while she was already asleep; because as a child of course her abusers had similarly disturbed her at night.
After talking I couldn't stay awake. I had had a rough night. When you get bad dreams you don't want to sleep. But then even as you're not sleeping the worst things can enter your mind. It's like a spiritual Dante-an type of purging of the psyche or something. The more I move these days; the more 'stuff' comes up. Needless to say I haven't wanted to move for a very very long time. But that's exactly what has prompted me to move, to exercise, to take risks that may seem small fish for other folk.
She said that 'everything' that happened in her healing journey was something she found difficult to do or deal with. Essentially she was facing and overcoming her fears and not necessarily for herself either but for those around her; so that she could be a rationally protective parent rather than the one that was still traumatised years later, or overprotective, and just wanted to sleep the whole day through.
Like I did. I just wanted to sleep. I wanted 'it' to 'end' that continuum of awareness that says 'I am bad'. Only 'it' is me. It's as though I had to become someone else because I can't be that 'me' any more. And that 'becoming' is tremendously difficult; it's like a whole realignment of your consciousness, of your self awareness.
One of the reasons she cited for her own self-forgiveness was the joy of all these other survivors at the conference; how they lived their passions; their joy at having survived and their strength; that same strength that enabled them to carry on now shone in their smiles and eyes and their work.
As she spoke about this joy that she encountered I listened enthralled. It was so uplifting; such a counter weight to the'badness' I persistently felt inside and heard in my head; 'I am bad, I'm a bad person'. I had heard and felt it for days now. But these were survivors; they had suffered and come through to the other side and now they tried to help others heal not in an ineffective sympathetic wishy washy way; but in a way that said 'This worked for me and her and him and them. Try this' or an 'I'm here for you if you need to talk or to call'. Or 'This is how I came out of a dis-empowering situation where I had nothing, where I felt trapped, where I felt insignificant and 'lower than a dog' and 'now here I am, I have bought my own house, I have got my driving licence, I have my own business, I have kept down a job for three years, which is two years and eleven months longer than any other job AND I have forgiven myself. I deserve to be joyful'.
Joy is also the greatest weapon we have against our self doubts and self harming thoughts and actions. Our discovery of the passion that leads to that joy somehow comes about through this mysterious healing journey. Without what happened or is happening; perhaps we would never know what our 'joy' is; what our 'passion' is, or what our 'work' is. Nor would we be able to value and appreciate it as much if it had not once been taken from us, if we had not once deemed ourselves unworthy of it, if our strength had not been sapped so perniciously by others.
'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger' But what almost kills you can make you weak for a very long time afterwards. There is no indignity in trying to fight that fight, and giving up again and again and losing that fight again and again when it rears its head in other circumstances and misfortunes. There is no shame in failing again and again because the weapons you have left to fight with have got so worn down they are blunt and useless; the shield is dented, the helmet holed; your fighting heart is so weary and sad. None of that makes you a bad person. It does not matter if you couldn't do your job because you could not sleep the night before, or were literally afraid of your boss, or interacting with customers. It does not make you a bad person.
You are not bad because the weapons you were born with; your fighting spirit, your pride, your head held high, your cheek; all those things have got whittled away, eroded and thrown aside. For many of us, all that we had left to fight with was our raw spirit that had been trodden on again and again.
It does not make you a bad person because you can't explain yourself; because you get tongue tied; because your heart beats so fast at the simplest of things the fear strangles your throat and you have to hold a table real hard just to appear 'normal'.
It does not make you a person that you have no money left, that your paperwork is in disarray, that you can just about manage to keep body and soul together from one day to the next.
It does not make you a bad person that when others 'need' you that you're short tempererd; that what you really want to do is cry and curl up and sleep or die only you can't. You can't because somehow these others are saving you with their presence. Without you, they could not keep going. Without you, they would not know love. Without your short tempered moments, they would not have dinner and the loving moments. Because believe me they see you want to cry and give up and die, but they also see how your anger fuels you to keep standing; to find the tin opener and tin and bring the two together. You have just taught them how a soul, though it has already given up a hundred thousand times; how it persists. You have just taught them how to keep going when there's nothing left but raw will holding you together.
So you are not a bad person; I am not a bad person. Actually you are extraordinary. In those ordinary moments that absolutely no-one else notices or sees or values. That you can never give as an example of your strength of character because there have been so many of them and yet they were all so ordinary - there was nothing special about them you think even to yourself.
Those moments when you got up, stood up, carried on, kept going, lifted your head up, or just trudged on looking at the ground, or had tears falling down yourself while you pretended to be looking in the fridge for something. Or those moments when you went to the sanctuary of the bathroom for time out. Those nobody-else-knows-about moments. I want to say they're your extraordinary moments; they are something incredible.
That you who were so engulfed by pain, so that your body contorts and yet there is no escape, whether you curl up or straighten up; some internal and external meeting of agonies and yet somehow you created and 'afterwards'. You got up you wiped your face, you walked out every step laden by the same pain that just had you collapse to the floor or bed, or against the bath, or a wall, you walked out and you said 'Hello, how can I help you?' and 'Have a nice day'.
Those nobody-else-knows-about moments. I want to say I know about them. And you; you are amazing. And if you're amazing, then that must mean I'm amazing too and NOT a bad person whose everyone-should-know-about moments, nobody knows about, except us, because we were there. That 'bad person' we carry around inside of us that's torn at us, berated us, hurt us and degraded us; we've been carrying all along for them. We are that strong that we chose to carry the badness of others as our own.
Joy happens and love because we are not and never have been 'a bad person'.
But maybe now we get to be bad ass...
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Puppet theatre brings awareness of the Child Porn Industry
Showing between 29th June and 11th July at the Rosemary Branch Theatre, London, 'Hooray for Hollywood' is a puppet/performer theatre piece for adult audiences. It represents a fractured tale set within the child pornography industry. This criminal underworld is revealed in flashes and glimpses from a child’s vantage point. Laced with black humour and a haunting live violin score, it presents a window on both human frailty and resilience. It is based on a true story.
'Raven Kaliana has chosen to share her horrific autobiographical tale of exploitation... ...in a series of tableaux that serve to demystify a subject that society refuses to discuss the truth of. There are barely any productions I have seen that have had as strong an impact on me as this one. It touches the heart, mind, conscience and soul in a way that most West End shows could only dream of. The nightly presence of Childline at the post-show discussion that follows serves to further highlight the immediacy and urgency of the issues portrayed, and one can only hope that this piece achieves what it hopes to by provoking discussion about a subject so repellent the public at large refuse to interrogate it... ... Without bitterness or blame, Raven has produced a piece of theatre that demands to be seen by anyone that cares for children. ' Gabrielle Apicella at RemoteGoat.co.uk
Tickets are available here at Ticek Web
Mon-Sat - 7:30 p.m., Sun - 6:30 p.m., no show Mon 5 July
£10/£8 conc. Group discounts available.
Suitable for 18+ adult audiences only.
45 min./10 min. interval/30 min. post-show discussion
2 Shepperton Road, London N1 3DT
Box Office: 020 7704 6665
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Herbs, Diet and Superfoods for fibroid tumours or Myomas
One of the biggest factors causing fibroid tumours is caffeine/coffee, dairy, and sugar - these leach the nutrients out of your body that make your lymphatic system and hormonal system function.
Its necessary to help your liver as much as possible and to take herbs that can reduce your tumours size and prevent bleeding and associated symptoms. The herbal bitters will improve your iron absorption. If you have constipation the whole foods, superfoods and fibre rich vegetables will help. I hope the list below helps.
Take Hormone Balancing herbs - Chasteberry
Horsetail Juice and dandelion juice (in the leaves) help urination and reduce symptoms.
Burdock, slippery elm, indian rhubarb and sheep sorrel (the four symbiotic herbs in Essiac/Caisse Tea reduce tumours of all sizes as well as cleansing the liver.
Dandelion root is also superb at healing the liver.
Cinnamon, Ginger, Red Clover, Red Raspberry Leaf, Stinging Nettle, Vervain, Yarrow and Yellow Dock.
Diet
Eliminate non-organic meat, poultry and fish that contain estrogen
Eat food with more essential fatty acids.
Eliminate Caffeine (which also increases estrogen)
Eliminate fried food, margerine and oils except for Olive Oil.
Eliminate preservatives and alcohol
EAT sea herbs to reduce tumour growth
EAT Roughage from fresh fruit, veg and whole grains to improve elimination. Also almonds, spinach and parsley (for anemia)
EAT Beets, carrots, dandelion and burdock roots, and milk thistle seeds. Kelp, Tofu and whole grains. Apples, celery, leafy greens and watercress. Chickweed.
Take Evening Primrose Oil which is super for fibroids (often a cure by itself)
Superfoods
Muira Puama super tonifier for our womens bits
Spirulina and Chlorella - yummy iron thats easy to absorb.
Externally
You can bathe in horsetail juice and wild yam.
Also a poke root poultice and massage helps significantly.
The Survivor Warrior WorkbookUncommon Valour
Uncommon Valour is a rap by The Rugged Man - Jedi Mind Tricks otherwise known as R.A Thorburn
Its about the Vietnam War. The second verse is actually a completely true story about his father, John A. Thorburn. He was affected by Agent Orange and it handicapped two of his children that later died early from it.
The same disfiguring diseases are happening in Fallujah Iraq because of the toxicity in their water supplies from weapons dumps. You can see some pictures of these birth deformities here
and read an article here:-
Another reason that I wrote the Emergency Prevention Handbook which has a chapter on cleaning up contaminated sites
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