Archive for rage

The Wrong Reflection

Posted in Healing My Own N-traits, How to Heal, My Childhood, Poems, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on March 15, 2013 by The Dawn (Aya Aja)

If people aren’t like you

What are they like?

If  I’m not like you

What am I like?

people can  see me

Can’t they?

I should ask them

“What am I like?”

I need to hear flatteries

Saying nothing about me is just as bad as

Shame triggering poisonous attacks

makes me try harder

to be lovable

Like other people

My reflection’s off

I was trapped in the mirror

The fire of my awareness

Melted the hard walls

allowing me to see

Different directions

Into a maze

The journey is a labyrinth

my psycho experience

my somatic experience

No longer frozen in a reflection

I feel ablazed with sensations.

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Rant #3 – Run Bitch Run

Posted in Rants, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on July 11, 2012 by The Dawn (Aya Aja)

What runs me is the programming that my mother relentlessly and violently punked into me. Which is let go of everything and let me tell you who you are and how to be. Don’t touch nothing, don’t do anything, don’t want anything, unless it is authorized by me, and that will be hardly ever.

RAGE . . .

Once I figured out and got in touch with my true RAGE I saw her fleeing from me in terror of her own death.

You Bitch . You low down filthy scum of a BITCH. I HATE you. You better run.

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My Narcissistic Mother is STalking Me

Posted in How to Heal, My Childhood, Rants, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 22, 2012 by The Dawn (Aya Aja)

She’s here. She found me. Yesterday I was walking out of my job and she comes from around the corner like its normal for us to see each other and she says,”Hi,” and keeps walking into the grocery store while I’m shouting her name. I couldn’t believe it was her. I was in complete and total disbelief and was infuriated. I chased her down into the grocery store and confronted her. I asked her what she was doing here, who told her she could come to where I live, and I told her that she knew I never wanted to see her again and to stay away from me. She acted oblivious and innocent saying, “I’m just living my life, what? I didn’t tell the family I was here with you,” as she was hunching her shoulders and putting her arms up like she is on the defense.

One of the most important things that I saw within myself is that I wasn’t afraid to confront her. It was creepy, strange, intrusive, abusive, and I totally called the police when I got home. She was just so “calm” and “normal.” She is stark raving mad, insane, murderous, envious, demonic and she cannot be trusted. I am not buying into that innocent act for one second, what? Has she been following me around town? How the hell did she know that I was coming out of my job and know when just to pop up? I can’t even get into that, as one of my good friends as told me according to A Course in Miracles that is level confusion.I can’t see why the chess pieces are moving the way they are on the chess board of my life.

I went home and I cried out to my roommate in agony and despair at what the hell I’m gonna do now. Intuition told me that she may pop up soon because I am individuating and it (when I say it I am referring to my NM It is a better way to describe the sensation that has had grip on my life for so long because it not only shows up in my relationship with her but in other areas of my life as well) is losing its grip on me, My spirit seems to never be shocked and always seems to just “know” everything before it happens. But the animal in me, my body, was furious and in shock and ready to fight or flight.

So, after a long talk with my friend,Joel, who reminded me of who I am on a spiritual level, which was completely what I needed, my PTSD level went from 5,080 to 25.Image I went inside of my body and began to deal with the real issues at hand. What I learned is that at a physical level, the level of my body, I felt the sensation of not being safe and seeing my NM triggered that sensation. I am feeling fearful that she could gain control over me and that I would have no choice but to completely give up the juice.  Joel (not my friends real name) reminded me that I needed to acknowledge GOD and the heavenly realms who have carried me this far. I found out that my body has the sensation that GOD isn’t near, that is what my mind makes of this sensation.So I sat with this sensation until it wasn’t so dense and was able to come with these conclusions.

I learned that my NM is willing to take things so far to destroy me because she has chosen to not care about GOD, how she dies doesn’t matter to her, her true self is of no concern, it doesn’t give a fuck it is going to go for what it wants, and what it wants is for me to give up my true self become inauthentic and allow it feed off the negative energy field of me having a negative self image as I am holding an energy pattern that is imbalanced, manifested in my body as a wound. I have a choice I don’t have to allow that, and I will not allow it. A deep life lesson.

After seeing it, I felt re – traumatized and trapped in a vortex of choicelessness. When I was a little girl I was so trapped and terrorized by this demon. I didn’t know what was happening to me as a little girl, it dragged me as far as I could let drag away from my true self . I was taken off guard, off balance and eaten alive. And it loved it, while I was small and my essence was still strong it broke down my defenses by using the tactics of  guilt and violence. I surrendered to its wants and desires. It coerced and tormented me into believing that I had no rights and had committed the ultimate sin by fighting back. By the time I was a teen – ager it fed off of me with ease because my natural instinct to fight back was distorted into a ball of energy trapped at the bottom of my back and I no longer had a voice and couldn’t respond to life and was completely directionless. I could only hold onto what I wanted by fantasy and was numb to the danger I was in and how alone I felt.

I’m afraid of losing myself again or not being able to complete my process because this demon is trying to interrupt and get in the way of me growing. I have made some decisions after staying up all night and wrestling with my inner demons. What is of utmost importance to me is completing my process of individuation to wholeness and self acceptance as I am entering into complete joy.

Coming out of the closet and living is the only way. I am An ARtist and I have choices.

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Rag Doll

Posted in Poems, Rants, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 28, 2011 by The Dawn (Aya Aja)
I am tired of being your rag doll.
I have spread myself far and wide for people who I could never say no to
I have been a rag doll for many men
A slave willingly offering my feminine sexuality
Offering the opening of myself to be engulfed for nothing by nothing
Its because of you mother, my natural predator, I was born to my enemy
Having to grow up and learn that’s its nothing personal
I’ve healed and learned that there is nothing behind all your antics
Your monstrous face
Your intimidating eyes
Your screeching, your yelling, hands on your hips, flailing, and straight up temper tantrums that have haunted me my whole life
Its wrong for me to get angry but permissible for you
Its wrong for me to have wants, needs, and desires but I fulfill yours
As a teen – ager I was obviously worn out
Tired from fighting with you, pleading with you, crying to you, trying to understand you, trying to get you to understand what I needed
For those outburst of self – expression I was shot down, slapped down, and shut up, told I didn’t have a place, a voice, and shouldn’t bother at all to live
Then you had no more use for me, you used me, and started telling my younger siblings that I was crazy
I could barely move
My frontal lobe is worn out because all I had left for me was in fantasy
There is no hope for me and you but there is hope for me
I’ll tell you a little secret that I think you already knew
I held on to myself on the inside and that part you could not control
I face you now again and again, the tears stream out of my eyes
I will make it and be all that I ever thought I could be
I don’t know if I will ever give birth but I will so
Laterally
The rag doll that you once used and toyed with and chewed, and squeezed and scatched
Knows that to become real, you need real love, and I have got plenty of that
I let myself know what my values are and I’m able to appropriately act
I let my body give me signs and post for I am valuable in fact
Emotional violence is very real and it created a scared cowering child
That turned into a scared and cowering adult but I am can healing now
Its hard to see the truth but I’m glad I’ve done it more than not
I will spend  my life as a vigilent adult
And you . . . well you will probaly still be scouring around like a vulture
Looking for your next prey because you can’t birth anymore children
What a wonderful idea for a predator like you
To make energy meals out the children that need and depend on you
And how wonderfully convenient for you to hide behind
The mask you made
Because all the laws are for adults
In the bible the children get laid
Out on floor for the lashings they deserve for being disobedient to the adults
Who apparently know it all
How can a child be disobedient?
In the constitution it says that all men are due rights under the natural laws of God but I guess that doesn’t apply to little people
Children are just the pets of adults
If it wasn’t for what’s acceptable to society and the image that everyone saw
You would easily take the next step after you were finished with your crimes and make sign that said,
“For Sale, Rag Dolls.”
You would sell your children off
Because to you they are not children at all
And this is where my understanding ends and perhaps you can take over and fill in because I will never understand that kind of indifference
No never, not at all.
This link leads to a link from a journal entry I wrote and a picture drew about how I feel in my relationship with my mother.
https://thescienceofhealingambientabuse.wordpress.com/?attachment_id=46
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