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Arms

Come home take my heart out of its box
Lie down let the voices talk
And they tell me to survive
It’s good to be alive
So feed the fire inside

Money is the green light, don’t you know?
When it’s gone you gotta go
I know

Arms- a place no one can stay
Love is a word- words fly away
Learn to remain
And I’ll be proud of you babe

See the world in all its lies
Learn to see through different eyes
Driving past men in your car
Can you see through their charms?
They heal, they harm

Money is the green light, don’t you know?
When it’s gone you gotta go
I know

Arms- a place no one can stay
Love is a word- words fly away
Learn to remain
And I’ll be proud of you babe

Learn to love the fire inside
Do whatever you do to survive
When they lead you to the cave
You can act like it’s okay
But just remember- they lie

Learn to take the money then you run
Down by the river to the setting sun
The world a place no one can stay
Everybody’s words will fly away

Learn what remains
And I’ll be proud of you
I’ll be so proud of you
I’ll be proud of you babe

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Dandelions

Stars shine, tracking time
Watching us they gleam.
Warning do not live inside a dream.

So stern you check your watch.
Light your cigarette
Look at me: Are you ready yet?

We could chase the the happy things that disappear
Running like a stream
Watch me now and see the way I follow them
Dying in your dream

Running through the green green grass
Dandelions bloom
A universe just inside a room

Draw the curtain burgundy I’m staring at the stars
You come close hold me in your arms.
Pour wine it’s your time, light your cigarette
Whatever you want is what you’ill get

We can chase the the happy things that disappear
Running like a stream
Watch me now and see the way I follow them
Dying in your dream

Running through the green green grass
Dandelions bloom
A universe just inside a room

Pour your wine it’s your time your gone.
All the things you wanted will go on and on
Leave the room, watch your step, find your light
Stepping out like darkness into night.

But everytime you leave I feell so cold inside
How can that be right?
Turn my head & think about another day.
Running through the night

Running down a green green path
Dandelions bloom
A universe just inside a room.

Did we chase the happy things that disapear
Running like a stream
Did you see the way that I
Drowning in your dream

All the starts align into a cube
A universe born just inside this room
Stepping there so easily a dream inside your mind

Then lit his cigarette
I knew so soon
Cigarette shine across the room
Pour your wine its time then your gone.

Pour your wine, it’s your time, light your cigarette
All the things you wanted are the things that you will get
All the stars seem to aligning forming in a cube
A universe just inside this room.

Pour your wine it’s your time your gone.
All the things you wanted will go on and on
Leave the room, watch your step, find your light
Stepping like a adfe into the night.

Even with you here i feel so cold inside
How can that be right?
Turn my head to dream about another day.
Running through the night

Running down a green green path
Dandelions bloom
A universe just inside this room.

light your cigarette
When you leave the room I will forget
Nothing in this world has touched me yet.

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Chairs

Don’t be scared
Step right in
You decide when it will begin.

Chairs are horses
Beds are men
All of them under your command

Time moves slow
Tick tick tick
Watching you there as you sit
And your fingers reach for another cigarette

And all the horses
All the men
Women under your command my friend
My friend

I want this for you
To give something to you
Let no one know the things I do for you

And when you walk in socks
Pad padding on the floor
Slipping sliding through the open door

I need to entertain my mind
The only way that I can find
Or otherwise my hands will shake
And deep inside my little heart will break

And all the horses all the men
All of us at your command my friend
My friend

The curtains start to heave and swing
You think you see a diamond
You close your eyes and he’s a beast
You open them- a violet

Stay focused on the things you need
The hand beneath the silky sheets
The voices echo all around
The drugs that make it all go down

And when you walk in socks pad padding on the floor
Close your eyes, you’ll be back for more

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The End to Abuse

I’ve been trying to figure out why I always end up in abusive situations. As a single woman, I must change this to survive. And it’s not just romantic relationships- I tend to end up scapegoated, bullied, slandered etc almost everywhere I go.

It was puzzling to me, because I’m more or less a nice person. Definitely nicer than those that bully me. I thought maybe it was because I was too outspoken. But about half my life I’ve been quieter than a mouse and that didn’t help- the pattern continued. I thought maybe it was because people found me eccentric, but then again there are plenty of eccentric people who don’t get bullied- many are bullies themselves. So I decided that couldn’t be the reason either.

But luckily I found the answer.

Basically, humans approach relationships either through their solar plexus, heart, or ideally a combination of both.

The solar plexus is our stomach and our ego. The part of us that thinks- What about ME?! What’s good for me? What are you offering me? What do I want? How did I get to be so awesome?

At best it motivates us to express ourselves through meaningful work, building self-esteem in the process. But meaningful work alone does not satisfy the ego. It needs to be acknowledged and valued by the world, treated well and seen for what it is (minus the bad things.)

The ego also gives us our intellectual strength. It is rational, but since it cares so much about winning and being wonderful, it frequently warps rationality into rationalization to convince us of our own superiority & blamelessness. The ego projects the negative onto others & the positive onto ourselves. It is our biggest cheerleader.

The heart is the reverse. It projects positive energy onto others and sees their value. It causes us to feel pain and shame if we trespass against them. It seems the world through the lens of relationships. Others are so wonderful, in the eyes of the heart, that life without them feels empty. The heart feels longing and loneliness.

The heart’s focus is to benefit others and maintain our connection with them. This gives the heart pleasure. It processes their needs and issues. It wants to understand and to help.

In the absence of hearts, relationships are about what you can get from the other person- sex, money, laundry, an ego boost? The second you feel you are giving more than you are receiving, you are gone. Because this translates to the solar plexus as losing. Which it hates most of all.

To the heart, service is lightness and joy. It feels like flying. But to the solar plexus, serving someone else is torture. What am I getting out of this? Resentment builds and is suppressed, because the solar plexus realizes resentment is not an attractive trait and it wants to be seen in a good light. The solar plexus realizes it must feign heart qualities to seem admirable.

The solar plexus/heart divide pretty much lines up with ideas of avoidant vs. anxious attachment which are currently trending. To the anxious/heart person relationships are everything. They will be more anxious about someone losing interest in them than they would be about losing their home. Because the heart is detached from concerns like survival. It might find dying for love quite romantic.

And though big hearts make a person caring, this care can feel icky or smothering to those on the receiving end. Some people just want to live their life without knowing how much you love them. And if those on the receiving end have little or no heart themselves, they will likely interpret the caring as coercive rather than a cute but annoying excess of heart juice.

Meanwhile the avoidant/solar plexus partner can seem more like a narcissist because they are mostly thinking about themselves. In the absence of a working heart what else can they think about? They may be a good person and have a strong sense of ethics but they lack the mechanisms which cause us to feel pleasure from putting others first. Even if they know they should want to give, they experience it as a loss.

The ego experiences envy- worrying that another person is better than us. The heart experiences jealousy- worrying that someone is threatening our relationship. Solar plexus people don’t understand jealousy and tend to demonize it. Perhaps they would miss the relationship if it disappeared but they can’t access those feelings easily like the heart person can. They have trouble accessing tears as well, unless they are tears of frustration or manipulation. Tears also live in the heart.

Heart people tend to have trouble accessing anger. They come up with more and more reasons for a loved one’s atrocious behavior- a horrible childhood, a delicate nature- and end up showering even MORE love on the people who hurt them.

Most commonly, men seem to be with ones with bloated stomachs/egos and trouble accessing their heart. Women tend to be the ones with bloated hearts who can’t access their ego.

Once your heart gets bloated enough & your solar plexus sufficiently shriveled, you are certain to be a permanent victim. How can it be otherwise? You lack all the emotions, thoughts, triggers, motivations & intelligences that cause people to stand up for themselves.

When someone purposefully stomps on your foot no outrage fires in your mind. You wonder what you did wrong and how you can make it better. Maybe you would want to step on the gas, but the gas peddle just isn’t there.

So you see, the cure to being a victim is simply to discover your ego and- like a withered plant- bring it back to life.

Stay tuned and I will tell you how it’s done!

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I am One

Saw his ax between the trees
He took his aim right at my knees
Still I am one.

Hid behind the trees in fright
I stood there frozen through the night
But he was gone.

Did he find another world?
Well I don’t know.
Either way it’s time to cry
They tell me so.

Pull myself between the sticks
The sky was dim, the mud was thick
Still I am one.

Something move inside my hair
I jump three feet, was that him there?
No he is gone.

Find a town to wander there
Without a name.
Watch them throw their marbles down
For one more game.

The town. Mirrors all around.
Windows to the sky. So I shut my eyes.
And in the darkness flow. Into the woods I go.
The night a single time. The town a single mind.

Take a breath to watch the sky
See it open big blue eye
Yeah we are one.

Hang their clothing on the line
Through alleyways the people wind
Into the dawn.

You could ask them where to stay
But they won’t know.
They just came to laugh and play
They’ll tell you so.

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Not Being There

If you’re wanting power
Someone to control
Come when you feel broken
Then go when you wanna go

I won’t disappoint you
Cause I never really care
I just love not being there.

If you love the darkness
Want someone you can use
Pin them down to hurt them
Leave them there feeling confused

All the times you break me.
I never really care
I just love not being there.

Drinking on your bacolny
Looking out at the big big sea
All the things you want me for
They got nothing to do with me.

Spiritual power
That’s what you’ll give to me
Make the world so broken
When I want to I can leave

And I won’t look behind me
Cause I never really cared
I just love not being there.

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I am Bone

Push through trees at night you’ll never
find the one you’ll love forever.
Some die, some don’t
Some will some won’t
Follow me & I will show you.

Come find me, keep in mind we
won’t be coming home- I am bone.

Shine a flashlight on the dark ground
Time changes thing until they can no longer be found.
I once swore to go before you
Follow me & I will show you

Come find me, keep in mind we
won’t be coming home- I am bone.

When they scream you’ll know they’ve found me
Terror and shock they will surround me
Don’t shake don’t cry, I am nearby
Follow me and I will show you.

Come find me, keep in mind we
won’t be coming home- I am bone.

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Healing

I’ve been too scared to blog for a while because I’ve entered a new phase of my journey- healing.

Healing- after survival & stabilization- is the second phase in recovering from prolonged trauma- such as war or domestic battery.

I fear anyone reading this will be throwing up in their mouths right now because…

A) The very concept of healing sounds self-indulgent, almost narcissistic. What do you need to heal from you stupid bitch? It’s life, get over it.

B) I just compared domestic battery to war. I fear people will resent that because domestic violence has become something of a joke. My personal opinion (trigger alert) is that it became a joke when there was a push to redefine it as genderless crime & people like Johnny Depp bravely declared themselves battered men because they got slapped in the face after trashing their girlfriend’s bedroom. The word became “Violence is bad and any form of angry physical contact is violence.” I’ve heard people say that throwing a q-tip & holding a gun to someone’s head are equally bad cause “It’s all violence.”

But to me it isn’t. Violence is something which causes or threatens to cause grave bodily harm or death. Domestic violence means living in a state of terror, confusion & subjugation. Living in an environment where you are afraid someone will hurt or kill you and you don’t know how to leave. But rather than fight, you try harder and harder to please. Your mind separates into two pieces. One piece knows you must get away. This one starts out as a tiny dot which grows imperceptibly each time the violations are severe. The other piece is a wife trying more and more desperately to please her husband. This piece is unaware she is afraid of him, she is just so desperate to please.

Once you leave- IF you manage to leave- and IF you find a reasonably healthy way to survive- you have two tasks:

  1. You must somehow leave the state of constant terror/anxiety/desperation/chaos because in this state you cannot think clearly or make good decisions. But it is hard to do when this has become your normal setting.
  2. You have to unfuck your mind. Change how you think & make sense of life. Because if you don’t, someone will refuck you.

Perhaps if a previously healthy person was in a bad relationship for a few years it might be somewhat straightforward to return to the person they were before. But I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t terrified and trying to please, where my mind wasn’t divided into separate streams of memory- one stream containing all the good, the other containing the bad, and both streams unaware of each other.

I don’t understand why I always end up in these situations. I am sure it is something I’m doing… but what?

This is why I’ve taking some time to heal and enter a victim phase. I like the word victim because it is taboo. Everyone is so worried you will see yourself as a victim and take on a victim identity. Maybe I will use my victim card to get free cookies and shoulder massages from hard working people. People are concerned you that you will love being a victim so much you will make it your permanent identity.

But the thing is…. Those who continually wind up victimized DON’T see themselves as victims. That is part of the problem. Someone can drag them out of bed by their feet drop them on their head, kick them then spit in their ear and they feel this is a normal interaction between consenting adults. The inability to acknowledge when they are being victimized allows the cycle to continue. 

These people are terrified to see someone else as bad. Because they have learned that this is dangerous. Even if you were to secretly acknowledge to yourself that someone else’s behavior is wrong, it could be dangerous. Because you would instinctively start to rebel. To stand up for yourself. Then things get worse. The way to be safe is to not see what is happening. Eventually you are so upside down its hard to know what is normal anymore because you just don’t have any reference points.

Good boundaries don’t magically stop a person from being victimized. I’m sure there were plenty of holocaust victims with great boundaries- at least before the horror began. But the violence & lack of power begin to break your boundaries down. You start to learn that self-assertion doesn’t serve you. You try to be small, bland and compliant.

But once you re-emerge from an abusive situation, your concentration camp boundaries DO make you more vulnerable. Plus you are desensitized to being mistreated. Red flags don’t trigger you like they should.

In domestic situations, you learned to try and love the danger away. You may instinctively dole out care in exchange for pain. You know how to be tiny & flexible with low standards & no needs, attracting those who want to use you. You’ve lost confidence in your own perceptions. You are afraid to negatively judge anyone’s behavior because flattery and idealization make you feel safe.

So I’m trying to rewire myself. Because I want to be a useful and productive member of this world. I am trying to understand how I came to be wired up like a victim, but mostly what I can do to change it. 

I’ve learned a few wisdoms so far….To avoid those who insult, degrade or neg me. To avoid those who criticize or yell incessantly. To avoid those who talk nonstop about themselves and show no interest in me.

I’ve also realized I should stop consuming content that hurts and degrades women. Like podcasts where men vomit all over your sense of reality until you don’t feel good about life. And I must stop talking to myself harshly. A big part of healing seems to be learning to treat yourself how you want to be treated. This starts to normalize an uplifting vibe causing things which bring you low to register as repulsive.

I’ve also learned that I must use my rational mind more when making decisions. I can see that in the past I mostly made decisions driven by guilt, pity, fear, loneliness, pain, compulsion & hunger for love. Trying to move in the direction that would end the pain. Instead, you are supposed to turn on your brain and ask it, “What course of action is most likely to promote my long-term happiness?”

I think though that this healing process has made me more sensitive. I feel more hesitant to share things because being pelted with criticism and hatred doesn’t feel as palatable as it used to. I once prided myself on being immune to negative feedback. It felt like a massage. Now I just want to be in a safe place.

I’ve been making signs of all the wise things I learn to hang around my apartment.
I’ve also been doing art therapy, which I thought would be the dumbest thing ever, but I’m finding it transformative. These are my three animal totems- hummingbird, rabbit & whale who represent creativity, love & magic, not respectively.
I want my apartment to be filled with all things flower. I am looking for a vibrant, almost third world vibe filled with my own creativity. For a long time, I did not want to be surrounded by anything I had a hand in creating. I wanted things to be delicate & refined. But I’m trying to bring the colors back into my body.
Fur Therapy.
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The Plane of Survival

Ever since I left my husband, until recently, I’d been living on this plane- the Plane of Survival.

I was in shock, struggling to survive, not sure if I could, and everything I did, thought and felt was through a survival lens.

I read once that people struggling to survive do not get depressed, nor do they experience existential dread, because they know life has a meaning- to catch that slice of pizza before it slides down the drain.

Every day is a quest to live and when you succeed, that is meaning.

On the plane of survival you are wired with extra energy. Feelings are suppressed. Vision narrows. You can run like an antelope. You have springs in your feet. You are twice as strong as you were before.

You see relationships through a different lens. Does this person make me safer? This isn’t a gold digger wanting to get rich, because wealth and luxury don’t exist yet. Nor does status. You just want to know, will they feed me? Would they be there for me if I needed them? If not, the law of the jungle commands you invest yourself elsewhere.

On the Survival plane, I was Slipper’s drill sargeant. ‘March Slippers, march!!!’ I would shout as I drug her through the streets crying. ‘If we don’t get there in 5 minutes, do you realize we could lose our home?!’ I didn’t care how deranged I looked to other people. Dignity is the first thing thrown off a sinking ship. Once you let it go you realize it was 80% of your body weight. At any rate, the more frazzled and distraught I looked, the more likely random strangers would be to offer me a sandwich. When you truly are desperate, looking desperate can be a good thing.

If you meet a person on the Plane of Survival, give them something. They aren’t a mooch, they are actually in need and there’s a big difference. There are many ways people can reach this plane and we all pass through it eventually. But please, don’t give them a pep talk or philosophical lecture. In this state you have the mind of a dog and words don’t mean a thing. Give them a sandwich, a blanket, a $20 bill. Or more if you are one of the Angels of this Plane. These angels were the best part. I had no idea how kind people were before living here.

The other good part is this world’s briskness. You become bolder, braver, more invigorated than you ever were before. Because you can’t afford to hide away in your safe and calcified world. It doesn’t exist anymore. Every day becomes an adventure.

But it’s also a dangerous time, because you will latch onto ANYTHING that seems to offer safety, regardless of its long term impact. It’s not a state where you can make constructive decisions about your future. The future and past don’t exist. There is an alarm going off and you need to stop it.

And so you also meet bad people, due to your low standards and desperation. If there is no clear path before you, becoming a criminal is likely. You don’t have the brain space to dream up some brilliant plan forward. You are disconnected- internally & externally- from things uplifting.

I think what people need in this state is social support. If the focus is put on them being self-reliant at a moment when they are drowning, their actions are likely to be destructive to themselves or others. It is easier to become a Contributing Member of Society once a siren is no longer going off in your head.