A world I don’t understand, A world that is different to mine, A world that is spinning, In another dimension of time,
Realities vastly different, One yearning for escape, Blasting those who are different, He’s blasting them as an escape.
The horrible spew that comes from their mouths, Teeming and torturous, horrendous hopes, Blasting from their mouths like their best well wishes, While they wish those different to sleep with the fishes.
The other side calls, The other side yearns, To be understood, And to be heard.
To work beside, and not beneath, Those who are hurting, those that are spiritually weak, Drive out that evil, No room in this garden, For I’ve got to keep my head on level.
And so it is here I end with a prayer, For you, me and anyone there. I pray Dear father in heaven, Show your face to those who cause disconcert, Change the heart of that man lead servant. I pray Lord here, hear me now, As I lay my heart down, on the ground, Forgive my shortcomings today, And I pray that things will be done your way.
Cranium fluid Stuck in one spot, Unable to move, Unable to plot, Disabling feelings, internally, Making it hard to know when to verbalize what can be seen,
Induction, cesarian birth, Man made hormones, disrupted her birth, It wasn’t fair, And it wasn’t stated, Man made hormones could be so inflated.
There is no reason, Not to they say, Their ways are almost perfect in every way.
The things that those people will not say, Impact the world, in some detrimental ways.
They say they know science, They say they’re almost God, They tell me to trust them, They’ve done their doctrine,
Things they let slip so easily by, The side effects you won’t understand, Until revealed before your eyes.
They won’t tell you, in anyway, The long term impacts of their ways, Here and now, to them is all that matters, And the things that subsequently follow, Years down the track, But they won’t tell you that.
They won’t tell you how inductions, And the cesarian alike, Disable brain functions, They won’t bring you into the light.
For with man made things, They are disabling the world, From the moment of entry, From the birth canal.
Stopping contractions, Or man made ones, Bypassing the canal, Must not be done,
(In any circumstances unless it’s actually life threatening)
The things they will tell you, Fear mongering, They’ll tell you you’ll die, Or you’ll kill your baby.
(In rare circumstances this is true but these procedures are happening to way to many women, just ask your mum, your aunt or check out their son!)
For the things they won’t tell you, The things that seem “far fetched”, Are closer to the truth than they’ll lead you to expect.
Without the cerebral fluid, being pushed around in labour, Coming out the birth canal, It let’s brain connections falter.
Retained primitive reflexes this is called now a days, When kids startle upon simple ways, When kids can’t feel the hot or the cold, When people can’t function in this complicated world.
And it all starts through the birth canal, And to my baby, Sorry I didn’t know, only now I do.
*Please do your own research and speak to your doctor. This is not medical advice. Just my conclusions from my experiences having had children in and out of the system and seeing how they function having had their
It feels like thunderstorm Loud, heavy, damp It feels like lightning going Snap, crackle, crack.
It feels like peace, Untethered joy, Contentment, Happiness, The gladness, oh boy.
Change is happening, Three sixties occuring, All that was needed was a little connection.
When old habits come, When it’s a full on meltdown, I grab her a little, Wobble her arm, Nonverbal connection In overwhelm, Is all that is needed, To make us safe and well.
*This is a story of how I helped my daughter come out of a meltdown, I connected and made her giggle. This is not advice you need to take on or implement. This is my opinion and experience.
The unravel of the 2020 gravel that life put me through, Dates pending, colliding with one another, Time was not my friend, As I grasped for help, it seemed like a yelp, I was someone desperate for breath, Wrong person, scott free, bailed on all but two questionings, While under investigation, he ran from his nothing, blind eyes turned to his side, My situation speaks, only the evidence that leaks, Emotional toil, hormonal unseen. No tests, no kits, I’m not an experim*i*nt, You all just leave me alone, With your poking and prodding, Leaving me second guessing, Maybe it was all just a gross joke, Maybe it was me where the lies ceased to precede, But they all had me wrapped up as a joke.
These people of the underground, Heavenly put under foot, Don’t like what the truth beholds, The strong and the bold, With knowledgeable God on my side, They won’t easily take a “no”.
Even those in the game, Possessed by authority, And especially those “just doing their job”, Unquestioning, To you I thank, For the experience I take, The knowledge of all your back hands.
Because No means No in any setting, And only give them something under duress, It works for police, So I’ve been told, For one to make such a move, bold. I wonder in the setting, Of the white coat, What would be their response, If one only consented under duress, What would be their reaction and response.
For no means no, Or so they say, If you are a rapist today.
But in the medical field, In the house of police, Investigations that was on my heels, Detectives where on my case.
I kept coming back to my circumstance, But that, in their eyes, was just a disguise, Something they thought should be completely dismissed.
“That can’t be the reason” Bellowed and echoed along, Like it was 2020s song, One to which they all sang along,
While I sat there alone, With no where to go, No emotional safe place to turn.
While those in white coats, Treated me like a joke, Like my hormones where something I can control.
They scoffed and they scolded, Dirty looks over shouldered, As I would walk into that room,
The Facebook post, of 2020s memories, The posts made one year ago… The immense pressure from several transgressors, All the same week my little man was birthed, Reasons thrown out the window, Finding one to suit their story, Because mine reasons couldn’t be why.
And what was concluded, Where was the real reason rooted?
To them it was hard but “factually based”, That I didn’t supply enough milk, And that due to his jaundice, And the DNA components, That’s the reason behind it all,
Because as science states, Stress and toxins don’t interfere with hormones, do they mates? No that won’t fit their narrative, It doesn’t matter, A security guard father, Can’t be the one causing the distress, It must be the mother, So we’ll investigate her further, To them it was always me.
In Her Heart Healing 
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