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I like your last line: "The black of finally knowing what society and the broken hearts of men were capable of destroying…" I wonder if most of the harm done by humans comes from broken hearts.

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I think so Douglas, and there is so much healing we can do on those psychological levels. I'm reading "It didn't start with you" a book about epigenetic trauma right now, fascinating. How did you find me?

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Talk about strength by showing vulnerability!

Your right. We can become our parents hearts whether they are good or bad.

Both my parents were school teachers, so they new Everything! My dad was religious and wanted to be a pastor. He was a very fearful and capable man. He found my mother and pretty much hid her from the world, as he was scared someone might wu her. She lived a nightmare, and after she became pregnant she decided to devote/ sacrifice everything for me and my brothers. She gave herself nothing. Finally after 40 years she left him at age 62 with my help. She had had dementia for years and hid it through discipline and will. She died at 64. I never knew her.

Children +he beneficiaries of lies.

You owe me your life.

I have sacrificed.

Thankyou Father, thankyou Mother.

I am in your debt, forever can you heap apon me your desires and your failings.

Your heirlooms are unwanted

Air looms- tools imbued by their descendants with light or dark energy.

Early 15c., ayre lome, a hybrid from heir + loom (n.) in its original but now otherwise obsolete sense of "implement, tool," extended to mean "article." Technically, some piece of property that by will or custom passes down with the real estate. General sense of "anything handed down from generation to generation" is from 1610s.

Mixed messages-

' you'r special and have the ability to do anything you want to in this world. ' as long as we approve..... ' thanks mummy. When do I get my I scream.

' You are a bad boy for not doing what we want, so you will receive out righteous punishment '.:

You will make us look bad in front of the commune. We do this out of love.

'I will show you a bad boy, and fuck you '

I just shortened this story from a Herman Hesse 'Demian' reading -

A young man fell in love without a star.

He knew his love would not be requited.

However he sacrificed himself for his love in hope that he would learn to be pious through faithful suffering.

Suddenly, on a day his worshipping had found him on a cliff by to the sea, the young man flung himself toward the star. Instantly he knew what he was doing was not possible, so he crashed into the sea.

Had he truly believed in his motion, he would have made it.

Love must have the strength to reach certainty for itself. Only then does it stop undergoing the power of attraction, but exerts it.

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Mmm

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