Im slowly healing! I say slowly, because Im attempting to change! The idea is to look at the innocent child within me, and before the disaster befalls, get the child's attention and get the child to come to the present!, or as the accident is happening, get the child to trust me, walk with me, I will come with her/him, through the traumas; and what trauma they are. I will be with this child the whole way, running with her/him, dodging, and dealing, feeling, and the safety of it all, and slowly bring the child back to the present when the child is done! and the child has had enough! the child is ready to come to me and begin again! to start a new journey!
The child must say good by to the loved ones and life that was stolen, that is so present yet was so long ago!
The child has so much to work through! and I am with the child as the child makes the journey home!
I was stolen just before it was a good idea, before I was ready. I was to young. I was 9 or 1o, this is to young. It was all confusing. The care givers began to show me they were little better then thieves and nothing more! I was devastated and heartbroken! I died that day! they were no longer parents at that point! and I started to know fear in a new way! fear, hopelessness and hatred; sadness. I had no hope! I had no where to go, no where to hide!
Now I go back to the child and lead the child or walk with the child, slowly away from this place, onto the now!
The bridge between the two worlds is a strange electrifying place! to cross the bridge of time! to time travel. That is what Im doing, Im time traveling, bringing me back to the present! Im bringing me to the present through the trees of time... and what a confusion this is. bullies, and wars and hatred and addictions, and many different things I must climb over to get to the here n now! Or, I must trust God through all of this to get to the here n now.
The child must say good by to the loved ones and life that was stolen, that is so present yet was so long ago!
The child has so much to work through! and I am with the child as the child makes the journey home!
I was stolen just before it was a good idea, before I was ready. I was to young. I was 9 or 1o, this is to young. It was all confusing. The care givers began to show me they were little better then thieves and nothing more! I was devastated and heartbroken! I died that day! they were no longer parents at that point! and I started to know fear in a new way! fear, hopelessness and hatred; sadness. I had no hope! I had no where to go, no where to hide!
Now I go back to the child and lead the child or walk with the child, slowly away from this place, onto the now!
The bridge between the two worlds is a strange electrifying place! to cross the bridge of time! to time travel. That is what Im doing, Im time traveling, bringing me back to the present! Im bringing me to the present through the trees of time... and what a confusion this is. bullies, and wars and hatred and addictions, and many different things I must climb over to get to the here n now! Or, I must trust God through all of this to get to the here n now.
