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Post by James on Mar 18, 2015 20:57:31 GMT 10
Women being unacceptable as they are anyway, have to also shave all their pubic hair so as to look like young girls. And as ‘sexy’ and alluring, even sensual as it is, it’s perverted in the need to be the little girl and so be more appealing to the man, as it is for the man to want to perve on the young and little girl. I can understand perhaps wanting to keep ones pubic hairs neat and in order, even looking nice, as one might and even has to do to some extent like keeping the hair on ones head trimmed and looking a certain way that is pleasing to oneself and to those people in ones life that one wants to please, yet where is the line between being completely natural and having to curb that naturalness into affectation? I don’t know, it seems to me to be a personal and feeling thing. Are we meant to be like aborigines who are more natural, or are we meant to take as much of how we look into our own hands, changing it to suit our whims, needs, desires?
Does being a man mean to allow ones beard to grow without ever attending to it, without either shaving it off completely or keeping it in some sort of order? And does being a woman as she might get older, allow her beard to grow without plucking, just being as natural as her body determines?
To shave under ones arms and legs? How much do we do because of the current fashion and standards of society’s acceptance? Should we never cut the hair on our head, winding it up under so some of hat or turban? Is our hair sacred? Are we to just be how ‘God wants us to be?’ Or do we have the freedom to change things about ourselves so far as living true to oneself is concerned? And how far does that freedom extend - to having face-lifts, breast implants, liposuction and so on. It is all right to cut and shave off all the exterior stuff but not cut into ourselves with the more invasive altering? What is the truth - how should we be? Do we just do as we feel seeking the truth of those feelings as we do it... or possibly don’t do it, once we’ve expressed all the reasons why we want to do it?
And as there are no answers that suit everyone, only those for you yourself, so we just keep working away trying to uncover the truth of our wrongness, changing in our perceptions and awareness as we go, changing the relationship with have with ourselves, and with our interior and exterior, and with what others mean to us along with our perception of ourselves in the world and the image we want to portray.
And so it seems, at least from some people, you’ve got to go further, more extreme, it’s got to be anal sex and out there, put it all out there, all your bits and what you do with them on the Internet. Push the boundaries to get that thrill, all yet more ways of trying to attain the power one feels one doesn’t have. And is it the power of being radical, of being free to do entirely as you please; the power to break all conventions, to shock and even be shocked? The power to dominate ones own pain, the power to seek pleasure no matter how or from where, all to keep that dreaded inner darkness at bay, never allowing oneself to submit to it, to the age-long horror that stretches way back through ones hidden ancestry, right back to the Origins of Wrongness.
So we want to fuck and be fucked up the arse, the most basic of pain and pleasure we can be, all trying in some forlorn and desperate way to get back to our beginning, to get right into the bottom of things. And then hopefully to go back a little bit more and start again. Is it like wanting to crawl back into the womb believing that in its wombiness we’ll be safe and secure, yet going back even further, back to our conception and then even before that, trying to reach out and back and into something even before that, to some time when we were good, better than how we are now; and happy, fully ensconced in love, fully of love, and nothing like in the yuk, shit and deranged defilement we’ve been forced to be in?
We want one long endless rushing orgasm to carry us up out of our pain once and for all. We want to fuck and fuck and wank and wank and come and come and never stop doing it. We want the orgasmic bliss to wash away all our sins and errors, to sweep through cleansing our evilness, washing away the rubbish of our minds, moving us into being of-no-wrong, feeling always good - about ourselves, each other, nature and God. Always feeling full of love and never as we do tragically feel, devoid of love.
The orgasm of evil.
Let me cry out in the pleasure of the pain of orgasm, in the orgasm that’s a celebration of my evilness, as that is the only pleasure for me as I am denied all pleasure of true love. So is it that we are trying to find spiritual freedom and even enlightenment from the bottom end rather than from the top, and all because we are denied love? And what would orgasm of true and pure love feel like?
I have the power - I can stick it up your bum. I have the power - I want you to stick it up my bum.
Let’s all get pleasure from our anuses, from where all the smelly, vile, yuk poo comes out of. Let’s turn the putrid, rotten smelling swamp into a luxurious beautiful paradise of pleasure.
Let’s go right back to the beginning of the rottenness and fuck the Lucifers off and start again. Let’s go all the way back to our rotten beginning of no love - hell, shit, stink, hate and pretend we are loving and love it, drinking from the vileness that oozes from our rear end.
Let us fully embrace our pain and see it for what it is.
All so we no longer have to gain pleasure from our bottom-holes because we feel so unwanted, rejected and unloved, so we can instead gain pleasure from simply feeling truly loved.
I want to get out of the misery and darkness of my pain and into the happiness of my light. I want the light to be turned on, I no longer want to be afraid of the dark.
We want to go back and for our mother and father to start again with us, and to this time, love us. Or if we don’t want them we want another mother and father to sweep us up and carry us away into their arms of love, and for them to be affectionate, caring, accepting and wanting nothing more other than for us to feel safe, secure and cherished beyond everything else.
We want them to love us. We want to be loved. I want to be loved. I am not loved and I want to be loved. I want to feel all so perfectly loved, right through to the core of my soul, deep in my bones, all of me. And I don’t want to have to stick my dick up someones bum or have theirs up mine to feel like I am loved; I don’t want to drink myself into oblivion, or snort and smoke myself into dreamland to feel any relief from the relentless agony of feeling unloved.
I just want to be and so feel loved - is that too much to ask? Mother and Father - is it?
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Post by James on Mar 22, 2015 12:30:21 GMT 10
CircumcisionIt's too horrible to bear - and it happened to me! The nurses say they can see the behaviour change in the babies it gets done to. My behaviour certainly changed into making me be the fucked person I am.
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Post by James on Mar 22, 2015 14:04:09 GMT 10
I want to talk more about sexual stuff, as so many of us are so riddled with it and its problems, all of which will involve huge issues through our healing. Over the past sixth months I’ve been healing a lot of my sexual fantasy stuff, it’s been very involved and I could never hope to portray a fraction of it in writing, however I still want to try and convey some sort of impression as to the sorts of things I’ve been going through. And this is just for me, Marion has had nothing like it, she isn’t riddled with fantasy as I am, and I have no idea if any of it or anything like it might apply to others.
During these months various women have come into my life greatly effecting me. It was the hottest day of the year and I felt like a walk and the car needed a drive, we use it so infrequently the battery runs down, and so drove to a reserve on the Island not at all expecting anyone else to out walking in the heat. And yet when I pulled into the car park another car was there with a woman smiling and waving at me. I didn’t know her and as she was backing out she stopped and called out to me. I walked over and in a lovely English accent and all smiles and being very pretty she said she wanted to warn me that some of the path was closed if I was intending to go for a walk. We talked for a while like old friends, but her friend was impatient to get away to their next walk site, they being visitors down from Sydney, so they left. And I felt bereft, lonely, even abandoned, I wanted her, my friend, I wanted to go walking with her looking at the butterflies.
Then at the Bush Bank - the native nursery - three other women, two volunteers like myself and one a customer, all stimulated different types of attraction in me. One sheer sexual, there was a very intimate ‘buzzing’ feeling in me, I just wanted to race her off then and there; another I wanted as a ‘new mother’, to love and comfort me, and the other as a girl friend with whom I could have FUN - sex included.
Then on my walks along the beach I was plagued with fantasies of meeting yet more women, and all women who would want me to be with them in some way, mostly sexual, but all whom came up to me showing very clearly they liked me and wanted me to be with them. I saw various attractive women on my walks, nothing happened with them other than passing hellos, but they fuelled my fantasies even more.
And with each ‘encounter’ with all these women, even my imaginary ones, I talked it all out with Marion, focusing as much as I could on all aspects of it and especially the sexual stuff. I would declare my love for them to Marion - not to the women themselves, and talk about how I wanted them to take me away, or I wanted to race off with them, whatever it was which usually would suddenly come up in me as I was making the lunch or bed or doing something ‘boring’ like that.
And over the months each time I’d go with the fantasy trying to imagine taking it to its conclusion, a lot of the times feeling very sexually stimulated and having to masturbate for relief, yet all the while telling Marion of my needs, feelings and what I did. I even at one point took to masturbating up in the seclusion of the sand dunes in a place I recently discovered where few people if anyone ever goes.
I tried to go with my feelings being as free as I could with them, all to see what came up in me, all whilst longing to uncover the truth of why I have such fantasies and so many of them.
And then last month just before I got sick with my cold, fever and brain problem I started to connect finally with all the different aspects of myself that were being stimulated by these women, connecting them back to my early childhood. And briefly they were:
Meeting the English woman was meeting the ‘nice’ loving woman who has always suddenly been in my life for a moment. A woman the very opposite I’ve come to understand to mum, a women who genuinely seems to like me. And of course I wanted to be with her - forever.
The woman I felt instantly sexually attracted to was again her being the nice woman who liked me, but more, who wanted me, and wanted me to satisfy her lusts, which was all tied up in my feeling powerless with the women in my life, and so still needing the power-woman to come and use me for her sexual pleasure, all of which I was more than happy to go along with falsely believing I was gaining power. I yearned when I was a young adolescent for the ‘older woman’ to come and teach me all about sex, to sort of ‘break me in’, I being one of her favourites, just as I was Gran’s favourite. And I could relate all of this back to how dad was with women. I don’t know if he had the same fantasies, but I could see so many similarities, it was obvious as to where I developed so many of mine from.
The woman who I wanted to mother me, she was older than I and I just wanted her to love me, to hold me, for me to be a baby, two, four years old and to be mothered and loved. And for her to tell me how much she loved me and me how much I loved her and it was all good and no fear and the very opposite to how it was with mum whose shows of love was all empty words and pretence.
And the ‘fun’ girl was more of my wanting to have my ‘little friend’ back, the one I liked at kindy. And all I kept wanting to do was hold her hand and we’d go running off into the bush, running around the Bush Bank, laughing and giggling together, kissing and cuddling, all harmless in my child state, all leading to frolicking around sexually in my adult state.
And with them all I wanted to confess my undying love. To indulge completely in the fullness of loving them and feeling loved by them. And even though nothing of this I communicated to them, I don’t go that far in trying to make my fantasies happens, as that’s also all part of my problem, I could never follow through on any fantasy, it always only remained in my mind, it was all very real to me, all of which I would talk to Marion about.
And then each time I found the bottom-line truth of my relationship with these women, when I could feel/remember back to their origins during my early life, then instantly all the love and attraction for them left, leaving me just liking them as another person but nothing extra special, just as I like some of the men I also work with at the Bush Bank. It was incredible how one day I was so full of desire, longing, lust and sexual attraction just wanting to go and indulge myself in it all with them, then having seen the truth, the next day not feeling anything like that at all, even feeling in two of the cases not physically attracted at all, wondering what it was that I had seen and been so attracted to.
And this helped me to understand more of the power of our soul to do whatever is required so as to give rise to the feelings we need through the experiences that generate them, it making these women so appealing and attractive to me and that was all I could see and think about being almost obsessed by them, yet once the truth came to light and all the experiences I needed with them in that way had been had, the light went out, the attraction totally faded and I have no desire to have anything further to do with them. And all in the space of a few months.
And then having rid myself of such fantasies, for I feel they have gone, my relationship with Marion has got better, strengthened, and I feel even more grateful to her for being so willing and open to listen to all my sexual stuff about these other women, supporting me in it, not getting upset, jealous or angry at all, she even suggesting and encouraging me to go off with them, even to leave her if need be, all so I could follow my feelings and see what happened. But as I said, it was all in my mind, I didn’t need to follow through and be with any of them, any more than just the brief time I spend with them at the Bush Bank or even for five minuets in the car park of the reserve.
And now I feel even less wanting to be distracted by other women, less needing them to give me what I was carving, all that my parents deprived me of. So I feel more of my love-holes have got filled in by my own love, and through Marion’s full unconditional acceptance and love of me. She being the real friend I need, the one who is willing to listen to all my stuff, accept it all, give me good feedback about all I say, and help me to see how it all relates to my early life all of which really in fact has nothing to do with these other women.
So as I said, although very brief an account of my involvement with these women, because with each of them I spoke for days about all what got stirred up in me over these past months, so many little bits and all to do intimately with the women and men in my early life and right at the core of me, I hope it gives something of an idea of what I’ve been going through.
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Post by James on Mar 23, 2015 13:18:44 GMT 10
What I find difficult to convey, but will try, is the actual state that I have been in during these months with all this women business. These states I get put in by my soul I’m not aware of until with hindsight I can see what it was all about. So it sort of went like this:
I meet each of the women and they trigger all the mind fantasy stuff in me. Then over the weeks I get this manic ‘I have to go for a walk’ feeling. And the walks get progressively longer. Until the last walk when I’m nearly half way to the Nobbies, miles from home and I’m exhausted when I decide that’s enough I better go home. So instead of ending the walk reaching home at that time, I’ve still got hours to walk back - and all that way. And so in the end it was dark and I ran half of it, over stretching myself, overindulging, pushing to the extreme as I do.
And at the same time I suddenly started craving chocolate, having not had a binge for years. The Timtams were on a half price special so I bought a couple of packs... and my favourite mint chip chocolate... and over the weeks a few more packs and more blocks, and instead of eating them a couple of biscuits every now and then, I ate all I had, two packs or two blocks in one go.
Then I get the ‘sleeps’. I’m so tired. I start nodding off during the day on the couch, which them progresses to lying on the bed and sleeping away the afternoons when the weather is too bad for a walk.
And the woman thing builds up, I wank more and more being unable to stop doing it. It wears me down, drains me. So I’m stuffing myself with chocolate, wanking like mad, sleeping half the day and walking further and further on manic shell-collecting walks when the suns out.
And looking back I can see how I was really stressed, pushing myself in these different directions all over the place, dementing myself with the fantasy stuff, all the while going deeper into my early childhood, talking all the rest of the time with Marion about my bad feelings.
And then it all gets out of control, and with the truth coming, and I can’t eat any more chocolate, can’t wank, can’t walk, I’ve over done it and I crash, my brain starts it’s strange pain thing when I bend over, I get a cold, I feel even more like shit and how I felt so often through my early life, and I feel I’m in the state of panic, angry, misery, frustration that I felt so often.
But it’s the overall state of feeling demented by everything that I want to try and convey. Being constantly pressured by the fantasies about going off with the women. Exhausting myself physically, running myself down, draining myself of all energy, feeling crushed back into my powerlessness state that I now know is where all my fear comes from, it being how they parented me, it being what makes me feel so unloved.
And looking back at the last few months I feel like I’ve been a man possessed in some way, like all I’ve really done has been to thrash around pounding my head into the wall throwing one long tantrum, yelling and screaming about the injustice of it all, fighting and resisting mum and dad, having my head filled full of rubbish by Gran, and hating every moment of it.
And all the terrible feelings. It’s as if in some way those dreaded times of being locked in a tantrum with the hurricane of bad feelings racing around that I wasn’t aware of when I was young and at my wits end, when I felt like I was losing it and freaking out, just as I see other little kids in their tantrums looking like, were drawn out and extended into all the different parts that comprised my extremes these past months, all of which in their own way generated the same horrible feelings when I was in the extremes of the tantrum. So by feeling my way through all these experiences with the women over these past months and everything else I did, I was reliving the various elements of the tantrums I had. All with the end result being a complete breakdown of sorts, my illnesses and colds when I was young, just as I’ve had these past two weeks. Everything getting too much, mum and dad’s regime being too hostile, and I break, get sick with the powerlessness of it all.
And I can remember how cyclically it all built up with mum and dad coming to a head, all being very bad for me, and I’d have to destroy some part of myself, give it up, and come round to being how they wanted me to be, all of which gradually as I grew up rendered me a useless individual who could only fantasise things in his mind but never put anything into action.
So it’s incredible this time around how I did it all to myself. I enjoyed, or so I thought I did, going on my walks, eating the chocolate, wanking and fantasising about the women, but really what sort of enjoyment was it when I was being taken back down my hole, deeper into my demented traumatised state, feeling worse and worse overall, all leading to eventual breakdown.
And this is indicative of my whole life, of how they made it be for me, telling me that I was happy and good and life was great and I was loved, my believing them, as I didn’t know anything else, only to now find out through my healing it was all bullshit, and it was all against me and really I felt unloved and unhappy and nothing was good and right.
So now having stopped doing all those things along with the fantasies I am able to reassess, do them a little more if need be just to see how I feel about doing them. But as I’m changing so I no longer need to stress myself so much, and I’m wanting to be kinder and more loving to myself, so not so self-abusive, that is, until I start to wind up into my next negative state for the next round of tantrum unwinding.
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Post by James on Mar 27, 2015 21:49:23 GMT 10
Nothing has happened as I thought it would happen throughout my healing.
(I wrote this a couple of months ago)
Concerning Divine Love Spirituality and people doing their healing, I thought people who were serious about wanting to find and grow in truth would come across it one way or another, and slowly more people would want to do their healing and want to be involved in the forum. And that Divine Love Spirituality would slowly grow, myself growing with it. But like everything to do with it, I find myself feeling like: well, I understand what it’s all about and I am still getting on with my healing, but now that I’ve done all that - worked out what is the truth and how we are to live it - I’m ready to move onto doing something else. Less and less do I feel like writing like I used to. I’m currently toying with the idea of another blog, one that critically examines articles I come across that are about spirituality. And I find an article, then have even written about it, but fail to feel inspired enough to publish it. Increasingly I feel I’m letting it all go, moving more back into being just with myself, and less trying to be out there in the world. All I want to do is go for long walks along the beach, looking for shells and nice light-weight wave-polished black obsidian-like rocks. I just want to walk and walk, not having walked much at all through most of my healing years having given it up in favour of sitting on the couch talking with Marion about all the yuk in ourselves.
More and more I feel like doing nothing. Bingeing on chocolate biscuits, working through all the bad feelings that come up in me, and seed collecting for the Bush Bank as my interest, enjoyment and love of the local indigenous plants and grasses grows, but that’s about all. Less and less do I want to be involved in the world; the thought of work I can no longer even muster, and I’m no longer following the financial market charts trying to see if I could make a go of trading them.
And I am toying with the idea of just abandoning it all, not having anything further to do with my writing, leaving the forum, giving it over to someone else if they want to keep it going, just ending all I have begun. Ending it for now then waiting to see what happens - what new feelings arise in me.
I’ve been feeling very strange of late. So much of how I was I no longer am. I’ve still got lots of self-expression and communication problems, but I can feel I’m changing on deeper inner levels almost every day. Each day I feel like I’m different from the day before, and almost so much so that I can’t even relate to the me I was the day before. And still my healing goes on. It’s been the only constant thing, its pace has not altered. I am still amazed at how much there is to see about my pain and wrongness. Around and around I go, over and over the same things I’ve gone over for all these years, still seeing more minutely all that comprises them.
And as far as the whole Avonal thing goes, if they are here or not, I don’t care anymore. I feel like I’ve gone beyond all that too. That’s all just something to do with God, not me, I don’t care anymore, I am only concerned about my own healing.
So nothing has gone as I thought it would. And I have no idea what’s going to happen to the world, if anything at all, nor do I have any idea about what’s going to happen to myself. And I will probably still be saying these same things yet feeling them even more acutely in another twenty years, still moving along in my healing, still feeling like I know even less that I thought I did.
I asked the Mother and Father the other day about why no more people have come to the forum, I’ve asked Them before on numerous occasions and always They tell me a little more that’s relevant to my growth and overall understanding. And this time They said that it’s because Mary’s and Jesus’ age has to still run its course, and too many people coming to the forum or doing their healing would interfere with that. And that it won’t be until their age finishes that things can get going with Divine Love Spirituality with more people doing their healing.
And this helped me to let go even more. And to further understand it has nothing to do with me, how other people are and what so-called spirituality they are interested in. I used to think, or at least wanted to believe, that I might be able to influence people who read my work, and so slowly affect a change in humanity, but that’s all gone too as I’ve see why I wanted to do this and embraced my ego believing I had such power.
So increasingly I am not trying to influence people, I don’t even talk about DLS or even the Divine Love with anyone. I have just given some of the Padgett Messages to someone at the Bushbank, but that was after months of talking generally about things, which is so different to how I used to be, always trying to push the truths on anyone and everyone at any time. And I’ve been working through of late: what if these people I am with each week one day come to understand about the Divine Love and their healing, and find out that I knew about it all along and yet never said anything to them - how would they feel about that, and would they be angry with me, and how would I feel and react to them feeling I didn’t help them understand the truths. All stuff yet again to do with my forced relationship with my brother thanks to the interference of my mother and grandmother.
And so I asked the question of you both Sam and Wes as to how the forum has helped you both. And how it has helped me is to see that other people can do their healing from all I’ve written, and that I don’t need to do anything to help them with it. And it’s helped me get to this point of being able to let go of more of the control I believed I’ve had - all which has only been yet another fantasy. And it’s also helped me with my healing, as I’ve read what you Sam, Wes and Desire when she was posting were going through. It’s brought up a lot of stuff for me to work through, all of which I’m grateful for. And whilst it still does, so I will keep going with it, looking at these current feelings of umming and ahhing about whether I want to keep writing and posting.
So like so many things now, my overall feelings are of not wanting to write. But then suddenly new feelings come up and I feel like rambling on about where I’m at currently. Writing more for myself really than for anyone to read what I’ve written. Marion reckons all I’ve written is really just for myself, and that I should not put it out there, just keeping it unpublished should I even want to keep it.
Anyway, I will let what I’ve just written sit for a few days, like I’m now doing with all I write, with those few days becoming increasingly a few more days, and even more days... and I’ll see what I feel about posting it or not.
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Post by wesley on Mar 27, 2015 23:21:38 GMT 10
The forum didn't only help me but also changed me and developed me in a huge way. I have such an advantage now in knowing about the Mother and Mary M, Samantha, Marion and Desire. Looking toward the feminine side of my world which is healing. There would be no posting for me at all. And James if you wouldn't ever had started this forum I would have been still searching out by suffering under the divine love path. Still being in self denial praying day and night longing only for the Father's Love. It seems so easy to understand but hard to do your healing. So was it so EASY for our parents to destroy us rather than putting in the time to love us which they never wanted to do in the first place. A year plus and I learned more about myself and now nature than the last 46 years. As Samantha presents nature so well on the forum my eyes became so open to it. As I feel like they were keeping me while my parents was discarding me. And James being a man and releasing the feminine side of things brought to my memory how the Women in my life had truly helped me through my painful life. And where would I be today...being under my parents ugly grip. Talking nice in my face and telling ugly secrets behind my back. Looking at them as if they were helping me while they were just still destroying me. And the bad part about it waiting for my sins to be washed away from the Father's Love. Well the forum took me here and my soul took me out. I suffer better now if that makes since. No longer wondering what went wrong with my praying for the Love. And I still pray to oil my chain to my soul but knowing my healing is Wes the true Wes hiding under the most horrifying and painful backdrop ever invented. What a story to be revealed. Treated like a deceased cell and having to beg the evil ones too love you but they can't and won't. So it has to be rewritten. The forum has to be bring forward the Truth. Even if it's just a couple of us.
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Post by samantha9 on Mar 28, 2015 8:41:41 GMT 10
Hi James Hi Wesley
You James, and the Forum have enabled me to reach the core of my emotions, whereas before I could only go so far with my expressing, not being able to reach the depths I needed to, to release the supressed feelings. It has been an invaluable turning point of my healing after searching so many years for Mary, looking on the computer to discover anything I could about how she healed, buying every book about her, to get to know her as I was so driven to do and only to be left unfulfilled by the research I found, nothing felt true until I found the Forum and through you James, My search was over, I have found her through you and I now need look no more. I can feel the emotion inside of me whilst writing this because you have enabled me to be united with a lost sister, a part of my family I had been searching for, for so long, there are no words. I have learnt so much from your writings and messages you have shared between you and Marion, Mary, Jesus, Mother and Father, Verna and the other beautiful spirits that have contributed to this forum, it has been a place to come for truth like no other, a place I was guided to when I asked Mother and Father to please help me find Mary and they did, I found You and your websites and then the forum. You have given me so much, more than I can express, I can Heal! Sometimes quickly sometimes painfully slowly but I can Heal like I never could have before, the forum has accelerated this in me and it is my life. Thank you James.
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Post by samantha9 on Mar 28, 2015 19:21:39 GMT 10
Circumcision, my Son is in hospital at this moment having it done because of problems since childhood. I could have helped him heal this problem and have explained the chain of Woman hating Men in his family that have caused this problem in them all, the problem that has stopped him having relationships with women. He has been kept away from sexual relationships until he reveals the reason why he has such trouble and feels all the humiliation this problem brings to him, along with anger, grief and everything else he feels because of this, but he was unwilling to. He chose to have the operation done today and go through the physical pain he has always felt and have this part of himself removed, I feel it is such a sacrifice, a self punishment caused by the emotions of his Father and Myself, I have to work on this as he goes through the pain it will help me connect to my pain also, as I accepted the abuse from his father. I will continue with this as I feel it today........
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Post by James on Mar 29, 2015 22:42:09 GMT 10
Thank you Sam for your feedback and it’s so good hearing your story, I love how you were so intent on finding Mary. And I hope your son is okay.
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Post by wesley on Mar 30, 2015 0:22:42 GMT 10
I squeeze my feedback on the forum here in case you missed James
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Post by James on Mar 30, 2015 22:14:38 GMT 10
I did miss it I think Wes - I don't understand what you mean?
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