All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.
Arthur Schopenhauer During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act. George Orwell Truth stands, even if there be no public support. It is self-sustained. Mahatma Gandhi Breaking News! Breaking News! Breaking News! Breaking News! Breaking News! Breaking News!
ACORN DEVASTATED! Because It Transformed Into a Tree! In Related Headlines Caterpillar Hates Being A Butterfly “I never saw it coming,” Acorn declared according to reliable sources. “I didn’t ask for this,” Caterpillar, who will be leading a symposium on how to halt the sands of time, is quoted as saying. A flurry of lawsuits and protests are rising up across the country to support efforts to stop evolution with the slogan: Keep Things They Way They Are. “What’s the big deal with trees anyhow?” is the question put to the reliable source by Acorn. Added Caterpillar, “Anyway, who even likes butterflies?” In Other Related Headlines Kittens Demand to Stay Little and Cuddly Because Cats Are Annoying There is growing fear that now puppies and ponies may get in on the action. If that occurs, experts say a revolution to stunt the growth of all living things is inevitable. Authorities warn that if babies find out that they are way cuter than teenagers, they easily could be convinced to join this rebellion. Should that happen, all hope is gone. On a positive note…there would never again be shame attached to wearing a diaper. WHEN YOU’RE STRANGE
By Kathleen Hoy Foley Anxiety has strange written all over it. If you understand this, welcome to the club. Though not really. This is not a club anyone would want to belong to. Not if they had a choice. I don’t have a choice. Anxiety is here. It is real. It comes from somewhere. And then it attacks. Anxiety is strange. If it is strange, then I am strange. There is no evading this. Although I would like to. Evade it, that is. Evade all of it. Only, there is no evading. Only acknowledgement. Then understanding. Accepting its roots. Accepting the effects of the trauma that produced the anxiety. And the hardest part, accepting its real-time triggers. The triggers…now that’s tough. Because to outsiders—those who aren’t strange—the triggers are invisible, ghosts only the afflicted can see. Outsiders only witness the behavior instigated by the ghosts. Yes, ghosts. If you don’t understand this, get down on your knees and offer gratitude for every single thing in your life. If you do, I extend my sympathies. You are in strange company living in a strange land. Apparently, the ghost of my stepfather is alive and well, living a quiet life somewhere inside my brain. This is strange, considering he’s been dead for over forty years and it’s been sixty years since he laid down his own form of marshal law and declared war on his kids. Corporal punishment for my brothers. Assassination by way of embittered ridicule for me. I’ll spare you—and myself—the morbid details of his cruelty. Suffice it to say that he was an effective assassin who utilized mockery and shaming to attack the most personal, intimate parts of me. It was ugly then. It’s ugly now. His finger is always on the trigger. Always. Sometimes he pulls it. That’s when things get very strange. Escalating stress and anxiety come as no surprise to me. I prepare myself. I have practical strategies and trusted dependable support. I also have limits, which I can push to a certain degree and still walk away intact, if not a bit rattled. But when my limits begin to disappear in the rearview mirror, trouble starts brewing and piece by panicked piece I start drowning in real time. That’s when I become isolated, as confusion and amnesia rise up and take over. Don’t misunderstand, I am aware that I am drowning, I just can’t stop it. If I am fortunate enough and can escape before crazy starts creating a spectacle and I begin babbling nonsense, I am at least relieved of that humiliation. If not, it all becomes part of the aftermath, that private emotional crash where reclaiming myself—my equilibrium—seems impossible because now I don’t even remember who that other self is, or if she ever actually existed. There you have it: a schematic of an anxiety attack. When I say strange, I mean it. I am very well-versed in trauma and its savage, living legacy. I understand it. I work daily to deepen my understanding of the complex intricacies of its influence and to continue to expand my knowledge of its resolution. It used to cripple me. It is no longer a dominate force. But I am not cured. Trauma is not curable. Trauma is manageable. And sometimes despite my--your—best efforts, events conspire; the trigger gets pulled; a fuse is lit; and it burns its way back to the waiting dynamite. Explosion! Nothing can erase the root cause of trauma or halt the unavoidable consequences once its energy gains momentum and speeds past the point of no return. But comprehension and acceptance of how trauma affects each of us personally are the great assists in recovery in the aftermath of an anxiety/panic attack. The crash is a mentor. It takes us back to the event—not to torment--but to teach. It shows the first warning sign, then the second, then the third…all the missed and ignored opportunities for averting the crisis. It reveals triggers. Including those that were immediately and deliberately rejected because of cultural and emotional attachments. Truth comes to rest in the aftermath of a trauma crisis: choice and resistance. There is a beauty in how much sense trauma makes. Those of us affected by it, dance with a strange ghost. But that ghost always dances to the same tune. Once we learn to listen and hear its rhythms, we begin to understand its moves. With understanding comes power and empathy. With power and empathy we can create new rhythms and design tomorrow now. When we truly accept, truly deeply see that past trauma exists today—in real time—we are acknowledging the invisible. We acknowledge the energetic connections that move and sway, backward and forward in this strange dance of time and space and experience that we are engaged in. We see the ghosts. Through seeing we gain power to muster our courage to make healthy, and oftentimes painful, choices. To outsiders we are strange because we see what they cannot fathom. We become mystics, not of the occult, but of truth. Namaste by Phil Foley
The attached link: https://apple.news/AHlaKkpEJTVmRga9-wAy21A is from an article in The Atlantic. It illustrates the catastrophic consequences of the Law enforcement community failing to Protect and Serve. Criminal Sexual Assault is a plague on our society. There are steps that can and should be taken. Reducing the number of these heinous crimes is within our power.Those with the power to act must recognize and not dismiss victims who have the courage to come forward. We need to demand that our Law enforcement community follows their mandate to Protect and Serve. This Epidemic of Disbelief is further compounded by the current political assault on reproductive rights. We can and must do better. |
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In the provocative spirit of Matilda Joslyn Gage, Gloria Anzaldua, and Mary Daly, Kathleen Hoy Foley expands and deepens the voice of female experience. TO THE SURVIVOR
If you are a person who was victimized as a child or as an adult, I am so very sorry you ever had to suffer at the hands of a predator. I am sorry you were abused, sorry no one protected you, sorry you have felt so alone, sorry you have been so afraid then and in the now. I am so sorry for the loss of your innocence. You were and are entitled to you life. And you had a right to inherit your own body. And no matter what you did or what you think you failed to do you are not to blame. Sexual abuse is never a victim's choice. Sexual abuse is something that was done to your body not something you wanted. This is an excerpt from: http://web.archive.org/web/20130101063123/http://true-perspective.org Kathleen and I encourage you to visit this site for perspective on your ordeal. Live happy and whole. Claim you power! You are your own authority. Question Everything. Including social, religious & political authorities Learn to listen and respond to your intuition. It is never wrong. Learn to be impolite. It must be part of your defense system. Nothing is unspeakable. Stare truth in the eye and speak it. You name abuse. Listen to your body. It will tell you. It is never wrong. Stare abuse in the eye and speak it. Stare abusers in the eye and name them. Use your voice. Use your words. BE LOUD. Violence against girls, boys, women and men hides in the silent shadows. Know that you are powerful. KNOW THAT YOUR VOICE IS POWERFUL. USE IT. |