Please watch the below YouTube video to understand why I'm asking this question today.
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Question: Will "real world" social interactions begin to mimic online interactions? Namely, the growing bullying in online and governmental situations. You know: If you are not this, then your that, if you don't do this, then we will do that. Blah...Blah...hate...hate...Ugh. <<<<How I feel a lot lately when I go online and read my numerous new-feeds or linked articles spewing all their hate.
Please watch the below YouTube video to understand why I'm asking this question today.
Last night was a critical moment in Raven's growth as a strong young lady who could choose to face the pain head on or quit. I'm not going to lie to you folks, I had to hold back my own tears, I can't imagine what it was like for her.
To set the stage: Raven lives a sheltered life. Let me define sheltered as I am sure many will picture a bubble being placed around her, which is not the case. Raven has never been physically hurt, we don't believe in spanking and she only went to public school shortly, thus she has never had the pleasure of being bullied by some little jackass. Knowing this, you must understand how shocking it was for her when she received her first bloody nose because of a Karate move.
What happened: First Raven gets a bloody nose, no big deal, we clean it up and she goes back in like a champ. Next comes the real pain. They are focusing on self-defense when facing a larger perpetrator. This involves a painful move that involves the wrist. Unfortunately, Raven is the new girl in the blue belts class, her wrists are not like water yet (no worries, we will be working on wrist flexibility). And as she was brought down, her wrist was hurt, her face went pallid, she got dizzy, sat down, and had to really try hard not to cry. Her Sensei was wonderful to her, talked to her, and told her to go out of the room and get a drink of water.
Here I stand, and I think: This is it, this is her moment, what is she going to do? Is she going to give up?
I have her sit down, give her some water, and let her breathe. I don't say anything, I simply kneel before her and breathe with her. I can see she is deep in thought. She is rubbing her wrist and processing a life decision. After another minute everyone in the class has a break and the Sensei comes out to talk to her. He shows her his wrists and how he can move them, and shows her that her wrists are very stiff, then he looks at me to have me show her my wrists...And I show her how flexible my wrists are,..and he nods, shows her some exercises and tells her about the first time he got punched in the stomach in class had the wind knocked out of him and though he was afraid, he continued on.
Then he looked her in the eye and asked, "Do you want to continue on?"
She smiled at him, nodded her head and said, "Yes."
Yes, one word that made all the difference. She walked back into that classroom, and continued on, she was frighted to continue, but she worked through it, and afterwords she said to me: "Well I didn't want to waste all my hard work."
So what is this post about: Well, as parents we walk a very fine line with our children. Their future, for the most part, is precariously placed in our hands. Will they grow up happy? Healthy? Able to handle the pitfalls of life? Will they have character? Will they love and be loved? Will they have self respect?
In the moment that Raven was sitting, breathing and thinking, I realized I could easily sway her if I didn't give her room to think, and thought she did. She thought about the pain, but she focused on all the fun and happiness she gets from the class. She thought about when she watched her Sensei's perform and how much she admired that they were teaching her how to protect herself while also warning that they must never use what they learn to hurt others. They were teaching her how to be a person that helps others up and doesn't knock them down: And that is the type of person she wants to be.
To put it in the simplest of terms: I allowed my child to be her own person and to have her own thoughts on the matter and she learned to face pain with her head held high. Sometimes we must allow our children to come to their own conclusions. (The trick though is ensuring they have the tools to make the "right" decision). You may not be there in their moment of "test"....So you must give them the tools. What tools had I given Raven before this life test. I have taught my child how to think, and not what to think. While we do home-school and we learn difficult lessons, I first explain to her why we are learning it and how this can translate into real world things. I also (Wish I had taught my oldest this) how to earn something, this makes gaining something worth more. (Many parent's feel guilty working so many hours so they often fall into the trap of buying their children's love, I did this with my oldest, lesson learned.)
In the end, we must understand that children are braver, smarter, and can be so much more than we think they can be. Sometimes, if we stand back, let them breathe, and let them think, they will come to the right decision....which in turn is the greatest reinforcement of life lessons.
As always have a beautiful day. Below is a short video created after she got hurt and went back in, you can see she is afraid...but she is working it out...and over the course of this week....she is going to be stuck doing flexibility training with her mom and practicing the "wrist" move on me. ;)
Have you ever overslept because you were caught up in a nightmare?
I was happily talking with people in a large building full of windows and sunshine. Everyone was laughing, chatting, and some had treats in their hands. An older lady, in her fifties, started convulsing. I rushed over to her side and as she began to vomit I lifted her up and tried to carry her to a bathroom. Unfortunately, she died in my arms in a long hallway, and here is the strange part, just before she died, she relieved herself all over me. (eww, yes, but a woman just died in my arms and I was confused and scared) I didn't call out for help, because at this point everyone had come out into the hallway. This was a peculiar part, everyone suddenly looked perfect, I liken it to the Stepford Wives. At first they were smiling, but that quickly changed into a look of horror, but not because of the death, no because the lady peed all over me and they looked at me with disgust, how could I let someone do that to me.
I cry out, "Someone do something."
This is when five men in white suites came up from behind me and took me away. I was taken to a large mental facility and charged with murdering this woman. I found myself sitting in a large cafeteria type room where all the window shades were drawn and people were walking around medicated to the hilt. I was terrified because no one knew where I was, not my husband, not my children. It was then I spotted a red phone. I quietly, I was trying to go unnoticed, walked over to it, picked it up and dialed, but there was no dial tone. A girl, dressed in all black told me it was for show. For show? I wondered.
It was then a group of college students, who were there doing charity work, came in and started talking to the patients asking if they were okay, and if there was anything they needed. My anger at this point started to grow, these young adults were talking to everyone like they were five-year old's. Ugh. One came up to me, and shook their head, they knew something I did not. I asked the girl in black why they were looking at me like that and she responded, you have the red shirt on.
"That means they are going to strap you down and put electrical currents through your brain until what ever sickness you have is driven out of your mind."
I fell back melting into my seat, my mind a flame, my heart thumping, they were going to kill my mind, but I wasn't sick. I was fine. I didn't kill anyone. I was innocent. Yet I was all alone. No one would speak up for me.
And they came.
They strapped me to a table, placed a mouthpiece on me, lest I bite off my own tongue, and they flipped the switch. Current after current raged through my body until I didn't cry out anymore. Elicia was gone.
It was at this moment I woke up.
I could psycho analyze myself over this dream, but I understand it all to well. So instead I will leave you with a quote:
“For if you suffer your people to be ill-educated, and their manners to be corrupted from their infancy, and then punish them for those crimes to which their first education disposed them, what else is to be concluded from this, but that you first make thieves and then punish them.”
― Thomas More, Utopia
So what about you? Do you have dreams that make you sit up and think? Dreams that focus you and remind you what your purpose is? Do you know your purpose?
That's all I have for you today. Have a great one folks! O
Hypothetical Question Today. (But one that could be brought into real, ever day, situations.)
If you have not read The Hunger Games or watched the Movie, I will attempt to make this post relevant even to you.
Imagine if you will every year 2 random children aged 12-18 from 12 districts were picked to fight to the death? The numbers are lower as it is the end of the world…So each year for 7 years your child could die. 24 enter: 1 man leave. (That is the nature of the Hunger Games.)
My question: If a parent has 2 children, one was picked the year before and dies; and the next year, or even a few years down the road, the other child’s name has been chosen. Should that child be excluded from the “Reaping” ?
Second question: Imagine you have 2 children. Your eldest is called to the “games” and on the train ride there, they die. Now it really isn’t the games fault…it was the train that killed the child. Should your second child be excluded in this case?
So what are your answers? Any solutions? What would you do?
Thanks for stopping by. Have a great day! E
Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me...fool me over and over again: business as usual.
Wanted to share an interesting post on Facebook, all with source links. It was posted by Witch Dr. Health.
Remember: Don't be afraid to ask questions, especially if one of these companies are involved:
Witch Dr. Health POSTED:
"Guilty in the USA – 53 Substantial and Proven Pharmaceutical Frauds from the last 5 years ( Only listing those in the last 5 years, there are plenty more ) as declared by the Department of Justice, DEA and FBI.
They have made false claims over and over again, faked safety data, lied to get their drugs used where they could not be used, and paid kickbacks to Doctors and Media Companies to back them their lies.
Every link is the USA Justice System Link. Not some random blogger! These are ALL proven cases!
Ps. “Off-Brand Promotion” means that they lied to the public and doctors to use their drugs that they were not approved for and in most cases had no reasonable expectation of them working for what they were promoting them for. You will also see how many doctors and lawyers that they have paid off to speak publicly about and repeat their lies.
Yesterday I asked if we could make the world a "better" place by offing the right person. To an extent, this may be true in isolated situations. Think of Pol Pot. Maybe the world would have been better off, but then again we have watched many a movie where a time traveler goes back in time, kills the "oppressor" only to find out that the oppressor was replaced by someone else. As you study the trends of humankind you might find it really isn't the machine that hurts and controls the people, it is the cogs that move the machine which are really dangerous. And sadly, there are many cogs.
Could anyone really have "taken" over the world, without the consent of the little Ants? No. And there in lies our problem.
What is the solution? Why education of course. If the masses can be educated to believe whatever they are told, certainly the opposite is true. How do we begin? We start with ourselves, then branch out with our children, our brothers and sisters, our real friends: Because let's face it, with Austroturfs, Trolls, Shills, and people who have been "indoctrinated" it's hard to know what to believe in anymore, not to mention Facebook and Google Plus and other "social" sites being censored all the time in new and clever ways.
Thanks for stopping by. Have a good day!!! And if you have time please take a look at one of my older articles: A Child, Not a Cog.
I've asked before the hypothetical question: If you had a Death note, would you use it. Today let us ask a different question.
Could you make the world a "better" place by killing the right person or persons?
My head began to spin when I thought about it. On one hand I think right away: yes-yes, but then I remember: Sometimes one man's heaven is another man's hell. Example: During the alcohol prohibition, some officials spiked moonshine, killing many, many people. They thought they were making the world a better place by riding it of alcoholics.
So is it possible, if planned right, to actually make the world a better place by killing the right people? Death begets death, and revenge begets revenge. Warning: Be careful how you answer this question, we are in a world being watched with a selective amount of Tyranny being served upon our people. Ah, welcome to the new age. :(
Thanks for stopping by!!!! Don't forget: Fool of Death is out now. I appreciate all your support!
Here is what I know: The 3rd leading cause of Death of Children in the USA is…suicide…let that sink in: age 5-14: 3rd risk of death is Suicide. (Source) We are clearly doing something very wrong.
“Pathologizing or “diseasing” rebellious behavior, or disobeying, is NOT a new trick for those who hold tenuous power over others.” BIG PHARMA has some new life long customers.
Do I believe in “bad” behavior? Only when it is destructive to oneself…and I believe, my opinion, as I am not a doctor thus I garner no titles giving me the right to figure it out….I think most of the problems we face in mental health could be fixed with a kind and compassionate doctor who really listens to the person and helps that person figure out a plan to “fix” what is wrong in their lives. For a better understanding of my thoughts on all mental health issues please see the following PLAYLIST on Youtube.
Question of the day:
Rebellion against a repressive situation … is this a disease? Or it is a healthy response?
Let’s take a journey.
To put everything in prospective, sometimes we must go into the past. (If you want to learn more about propaganda in literature, might I suggest picking up a copy of Grimm’s Fairytale…it is sometimes easier to spot things if you are far removed from them and have no personal stake.)
Drapetomania: (Why? Because trying to run away from slavery is surely a disease): was a supposed mental illness described by American physician Samuel A. Cartwright in 1851 that caused slaves to flee captivity. Today this is considered an example of pseudoscience, but I wonder…could he sell it now????? (Instead of Slaves insert: Children in the Foster Care system that like to runaway)
Dysaesthesia Aethiopica (another gem of Samual A. Cartwright): or the common name, you know used by the slave overseers: “Rascality”…(oh those darn slaves not wanting to be slaves…surely they must have a disease, right?) Okay, here are the symptoms:
Going back to: Could this doctor sell this disease now? …After all there are now psychological conditions where the symptom is simply going against the grain. O.D.D. for example:
While it is true that these are bad behaviors…but are they behaviors that need to be “cured” like a disease or are they symptoms of something else, something situational, something oppressive?
Well Today we are alone. With the mounting number of mental illnesses growing each and every day. With the harsh fact that YOU can and WILL lose your rights if you are labeled with a Mental Illness. It’s time to start educating ourselves in a world gone crazy.
I invite you to listen to the following PODCAST presented by School Sucks Project.
Please open your mind, it is time we all thought critically about what is happening to our children. If your goal is to raise a controllable cog in the machine, you have nothing to do…it’s already being done…but if you want to raise a child who can create, think, have freewill…time to dig in and get educated. Time to ask: WHY?
Thanks for joining me today. As always: have a beautiful day!!!! E
Disclosure: While I think religion is a private thing, I will say that: I am not a Sci
<<<<< Oh goodness. I use public domain pictures as I fear this ever growing world of "copyright infringement" .. I popped in the word: Mean (as in mean people suck, and not what does it all mean) and I found this little gem. I posted it, because honestly I have no idea what it means (no pun intended) So side post: What in the world does this little picture mean: childhood is cannibals and psychotic vomiting?
Real Post: Why are people so mean (okay some people)? More precisely, why are people in relationships so mean to each other? To explain: On Valentines Day I went to pick up dinner for the entire family and enjoyed my wait (about 45-minutes) because I enjoy watching people. In order not to seem too creepy, I usually, if I am focusing in (or rather being rude myself by eavesdropping) by looking at my phone, but intently listening. (Again, I realize this is rude, but we are in a public place, so I rationalize it this way). I was happy overhearing lovely things...Love, love, joy and excitement. Yet there was this couple:
A group of people strolled into the business. They put their name on the long wait list, at that time I believe it was sitting at 59 minutes. There were four couples, a couple young people, and a baby. The business has a bar, as many do, and after about 5 minutes, they were all chatting amongst each other, save for one man. He looked a bit tired, and kind of sad. He decided to get up and walk over to the bar where he orders a soda pop, no big deal. He walks back over, sits down and starts drinking his sugar. Keep in mind the man isn't talking to anyway as they are gushing over the new baby one of them had brought in...no problems, perfectly normal.
Then it happens, I kid you not: His wife turns her head as though she is possessed by a demon, I am not exaggerating, picture a woman standing with her arms neatly folded (this is normal in Utah, a lot of us walk around with are arms reverently folded) She is smiling, laughing, and as if she sensed someone vomiting, she whips her head around, the smile instantly fades and a stern look falls over her face: I liken it to a parent who turns to see their child doing something very wicked. She marches (really she only takes five short steps) and begins chastising the man, scolding him as though he were in fact her child.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you so f-ing rude? Did you even think to ask anyone else if they want a drink?"
The man looks at her, tries to say, "I just didn't..."
She interrupts him, "Don't you be rude to me! You are the one being rude here, not me!"
I would have laughed, but really, this isn't the first, nor will it be the last time I see dysfunctional people treating their lovers like a small wicked child.
Now, to be fair, I supposed there are any number of reasons that she could be lashing out on him, but it made me think: Why do some couples start behaving in this way? Why is it that some of us learn to love and work with each other, while others seem hell bent on breaking down the will of another person?
I know this is a question that is not easily answered, psychiatrist have sought to figure it out, some going as far as drilling holes in the side of children's cheeks so they could measure if children could be trained like dogs. (Too disturbing to post on my website if you would like, I will list some links below, but BEWARE they are extremely hard to watch!)
Here is my point: love is an action, and it isn't just the BIG things that make it work or not work, it is the little things as well. Treating your lover like a child is a big red-flag. She could have easily laughed it off and said: Well Jim's got the right idea, does anyone want something from the bar, I'll go order. (I imagine his name is Jim) Now I know, we have all been in a relationship with a brutish person who is constantly belittling us and as a defense, we often tend to lash back. To this I say: We have got to stop. We are constantly criticizing the world for being bullies, but we are the world, we are society, and we must start with ourselves if we are ever going to have change.
So what do you think: Do you think we are mean to each other because we are nothing more than programmable machines? Do you think we are mean to each other because we have grown tired of a cruel world and decided it is easier to join them? Seriously? Why do you think people are mean?
As always, have a beautiful day. XOXOX
Links to the experiments: Here (6 minutes in) Here Here <<<<< Remember these will be a bit skewed so if you want to know more about each one, study them.
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