Why keep dreaming the impossible dream? All I see playing out are chaotic extremes. Wars are exploding all over the world. Hysterical rage unconsciously hurled.
Sometimes I want to give up and quit. I get tired of believing and hoping for this. But no matter how much I want to let go, my grief takes me down to depths of my soul
And I find in my heart that this dream will come true. I must stay on this quest to see my part through. Because no matter how greedy the world is today there will be a future where War does not pay.
Where inalienable rights are treated as truth. Where Liberty and justice for all is the proof. So, for as long as I live I’ll have to keep dreaming, keep trying to reach for stars always gleaming.
For even a quest by one person alone, striving through darkness they may not overcome, creates a clear path to follow this quest. This is how impossible dreams manifest.
When I was a child I felt unprotected. My parents were bonded while I felt rejected. I never felt part of a family of five. But when parents abuse you, you find ways to survive.
I tried to stay hidden as much as I could. Out of my house, behind doors, sneaking food. I didn’t have choices, I couldn’t be me. I dreamed of the day I’d grow up and be free.
Then I became older, about age 15. I wore a thick coat everyday faithfully. Felt I must cover up, no matter the weather. For unconscious reasons it made me feel better.
I was attractive and skinny, in fact. But I never felt this, I always felt fat. As I kept getting older, men started to notice. I got cat calls, long looks, with lascivious focus.
So again began hiding to keep myself safe. Retreated to limerence, in delusional ways. I played hard to get, became my false self. Played push me pull you, til I finally got left.
Until one man got me and I got him too. He asked me to marry, so we carried through. Then after our baby I gained a few pounds. After the next one more weight held me down.
So I went up and down with this burden I carried. My husband wanted the wife that he married. But she didn’t exist, so it had to be said, “If you don’t love me now you must find someone else.”
I grieved deeply to say this, thought I’d found self esteem. With new found self acceptance, my ultimate dream. But now writing a poem about being authentic, I realized what caused my weight gain to begin with.
From the beginning I had no protection. The beatings, berating, my family’s rejection. I had to find refuge to hide from all that. Behind doors, thick coats, or deep layers of fat.
So, now I must grieve what I didn’t receive. protection, connection, or caring relief. As my inner child tried to comfort my pain. She’d been trying for years to keep us both safe.
So, I had a big cry for my hurt inner child. That from our beginning was shamed and exiled. I looked in the mirror, said, “I love you so much.” She said, “Until you feel safe, I’ll still cover you up.”
Positive affirmations, and gratitude lists, deep meditations that seek to find bliss; these long practiced techniques are a spiritual bypass. and like drugs keeps you seeking relief once you’ve tried this. It widens the breach between shadow and light. Which must be integrated to balance insight.
The road that I’ve chosen to find inner peace is to go deep within, find my losses and grieve. All hurts, held unconscious, stem from a loss: of love, rights, and safety, these and more are the cause. The unconscious holds wounds that try to reveal, by repeating our hurts, so that we can be healed.
Any practiced techniques that we learn to do, might ease our pain but it won’t heal the wound. Techniques must be done for the rest of our lives. As the wound slowly festers and grows in denial. We have to heal wounds by grieving through truth. That we’re angry and hurt and feel shameful too.
Bring the unconscious conscious and express in some way. Punching bags release anger, crying out, hurt and shame, until we accept and forgive the betrayal, by friends, family, and lovers, relationship failures. That doesn’t mean you must leave or must stay. It means you can finally let go, a new way.
You’ll start being authentic and have boundaries to say, if you want to travel with me, there’s a way. By healing yourself just like I am doing. If you’re willing, we’ll start, together pursuing, integration of shadow and light, til we find this. On our road less traveled, with no spiritual bypasses.
I always attracted unavailable men. Unavailable in so many ways. The more they would distance the more I felt “love”. Til my longing turned into dismay.
I knew on some level that this wasn’t right, to yearn for what I can’t have. But I’d get that familiar adrenaline rush to long for what I never had.
It started with longing for love from my parents with no idea what real love really was. This caused my addiction that’s called limerence which equates constant longing with love.
So I’ve spent lots of time grieving this fact, letting go of all my past fiction. I feel I have healed, love is real, in my life. I’m in recovery from limerence addiction.
So what is true love when you get past addiction to longing for something unreal? Well, love then becomes caring connection, close enough to help each other heal.
There will always be difference between sovereign people, who have their own sovereign path. But, if your paths are aligned, and stay close together, you can heal in the present, your past.
Then keep moving together into the future, because your connection stays strong. Through this true love connection you’ll feel comfort and care, and know this is where you belong.
For 43 years, we’ve grown stronger in marriage. My husband and I, together, have carried our hardships in life, great changes as well. For better, for worse, through heaven, and hell.
Our first biggest test and fearful transition was being confronted with our biggest addictions. He had one drug of choice, my drug, no relent, I was going to fix him, on this was hell-bent.
I became a detective, the best one in town. If he disappeared using, most times he was found. I had a sixth sense I just knew where to go. I was a psychic detective with my own secret show.
We were lucky my sickness to fix didn’t kill him. It was eluding my eye in the sky that revealed him. So he finally got caught, so his life wasn’t lost. But his hard earned career might be a big cost.
Unless he chose treatment, to treat his addiction. So, I took him to save him, from his toxic affliction. And guess what they said! I was sicker than him! I walked out of the office and thought, screw all of them! Well it took me some time and some panic attacks to seek help to find why I had done toxic acts.
Love from my parents was at best intermittent. This left me longing for love, codependent. I spent many years attracting rejection. So was trained as a fixer who had to take action.
So, through a decade of therapy and repeated 12 steps. Doing parallel healing braving unconscious depths. We healed what was toxic and moved forward, beyond. We were recovering addicts, freed from trauma bonds.
And without all of this we would still be as sick, an unhealed codependent, and an addict, unfixed. And we’d never know, what I once called our affliction, would turn out to be our great gift of Addiction.
I get rare validation from family and friends. And self validation is only pretend. So how do I heal this unmeetable need? How do I let go and set myself free?
The same way I let go of so many things. I have to go inward and let myself grieve. That nothing I have creatively done, has been seen as something to value, not one.
I’ve created for others, thought my poems would be, a way to help people to feel differently. But the truth of the matter is few will agree. And maybe don’t like my poems or me.
When I wrote this one here, about validation. I blamed the world for my bitter frustration. I forgot what to do to accept what is true, what others think, I must grieve it through.
If I do the work and value myself, I won’t need validation from anyone else. Acceptance is the last stage of grief. And when I get there, I have set myself free.
No wonder the Trumps, dumped the name Drumpf, it means bent, misshapen, made crooked.
Still Trump cannot hide that he’s still a Drumpf, he’s hell bent, misshaped and stayed crooked.
Trump who’s misshapen by bumps, lumps, and humps, is hell bent to stay crooked with crime.
It’s true that History doesn’t repeat, But Trump proves that History does rhyme.
Drumpf Name Meaning
nickname for a large man, from Middle High German rumph, rump ‘trunk, body’, or for someone who was bent or misshapen, from Middle High German rumph ‘bent, crooked’.
Trump’s circular firing squad has now been expanded. Multiple countries, destruction demanded. Bombs are exchanged killing innocent people. Committed by fascists fueled by their evil.
Fascistic Muslims, Christians, and Jews have been fighting for years trying to prove that their God and religion is the one that is right. Use ancient texts justifying their fight.
This created these leaders who are all psychopaths. Now locked in an unconscious suicide pact. They’ve chosen their path to their war monger Gods by creating their circular firing squad.
But a hopeful good outcome, for our World’s tribulation. Their unconscious demise, wakes conscious liberation.
There’s no way on Earth AI becomes conscious. Sentient beings have instincts they’ve processed, through real life experience that they then contemplated. This cannot be copied, installed, integrated, into the robotics of metal and wire. Consciousness needs more than electrical fire.
It’s needs air, water, and plasma and a body conduit. A clear brain and nerve matrix so life force can move through it. To unite with the One quantum field that’s unseen. This cannot happen within a machine.
So if we stop praying to AI golden calves. And start looking within at our unconscious half. And bring it to conscious and full integration. We’ll stop praying for answers from AI automation. We will find our right answers where they’ve always been. We are One quantum field all connected within.
AI LLM’s have come to the end of the road to expansion as creators pretend that this is not true, “We will get AGI !” They just need endless money and infinite time.
It’s become a religion. With fervent believers. With Oligarch Preachers, turned outright deceivers. They know that their lies are what keeps people tithing. They’ve known for a while LLMs can’t keep thriving.
Their stock bubble has stretched beyond more extension. So when it does pop it destroys their religion. Stock markets will crash, and won’t quickly rebound. Taking all of the Oligarchs spiraling down to where they belong, doing time in a prison for the biggest damn Ponzi crime ever committed.
I’m AuDHD, INFP, I now embrace my labels. Bipolar 2, an empath too, this makes me very able, to see all sides, see through most lies, and feel the honest truth. My intuition gives me a vision of what I need to do.
Expressing labels makes others able to feel they’re not alone. Destigmatizes to realize that we aren’t on our own. There’s nothing wrong, we all belong as parts of the collective. We all are needed, we came here seeded to fulfill our soul’s objectives.
Mine is to deal with what is real. Reveal what has suppressed us. Our shame suppressed, grieved, then expressed becomes true self acceptance.
Before each New Age a Trickster appears to stir up mass chaos, uncover our fear. We have to see truth that was hidden beneath our facade of collective Ego deceit.
We thought we were great, that we couldn’t fall. That Liberty and Justice was true for us all. But now we are forced to awaken to truth. That for scapegoats, once hidden, this never was true.
Then scapegoats came forward, demanding their freedom, sought justice to live in a world that must see them. Then the Right, touting liberty and justice for all, said that’s just for us, so we must keep installed, a like minded Trickster to keep us in place. He’ll move all the scapegoats out of our space.
But now that the scapegoats are again being hidden, their Trickster moves on to unleash the unbidden. Creating mass chaos at home and abroad. Crashing relations and our country’s facade. He did expose, though, the Deep State Cabal. That he’s head molester of children Et al.
This all had to happen facades must be broken to let the light in so the truth can be spoken. And seen without doubt what we have to do. Free the oppressed to live lives in truth. Make human rights into laws for true justice. Keep power in check so the world again trusts us. Build new system foundations with a with the most potent mixture of truth, freedom, and justice that stands firm against Tricksters.