She had wondered why therapies had never gotten to the source of her torment – why they never did more than to simply illuminate truths she had already known, and yet her suffering was still ever present.
There is often an automatic default misperception in “victims” that somehow they may have caused abuse inflicted upon them – as if they’d had a choice somehow and by being present in that moment of the event(s) had given their consent.
Yet, why could she never absolve herself of this in some form of self forgiveness?
Wherin anchored her imbedded, ruthlessly gripping sense of irrefutable accountability?
Was it because she had chosen to come to this plane, and as horrors inflicted upon her she could hear Elden voices abrading and laughing – because she had, indeed, chosen to be here in this time?
But she had never claimed that Mankind could not be worse than the most vicious of maddened animals.
She had claimed that Good could, would, and wanted to emerge in this species despite pressures – not realizing that she, herself, must apparently become the example!
Candid Corvid Productions 