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She wasn’t going back to that dark place.

She would not make once offer to another.

He wasn’t the only one who could be absolute.

She had learned well by his example.

The nice thing about being a healer is that I can find good community individuals in need of and appreciative of my being able to help them improve their quality of living.

He had always been there, somewhere in the background. His absence cut a fresh swath in her soul.

I keep rehydrating, reactivating, and remobilizing zones until they are capable of restoring their components by rehabilitation.

My therapy has expanded to upper thigh into abdominal muscle reactivation!

When my leg muscles are too tight and I need to go from standing to sitting on the ground, it is a precarious teetering situation to do so because I cannot yet even rely on my shoulder to be sound and catch my weight in controlled falling down.

I checked out a dating app and immediately got hit up on by a twenty year old.

Of course, I exited.

On this day so many years ago, a man and a woman bonded with and fell in love with each other.

This anniversary every year was to represent their breaking free from a negative past and choosing a positive life together.

On this day, today, I can finally lay to rest that lost dream.

We figured out some of this complex
And realized we are best distanced.
Truth, for itself, can be satisfying.

No longer needing anyone in order to feel happy.

But, this state of being can still be at times very lonely.

I am not referring to a particular person in this last writing, “In A Land Of Injured Men.”

It is simply the curse, the spell I seem to be under, where I have been unable to find a man wanting to be awake and vital like me.

There are so many ways designed to work on a man until he gives up. They work on a woman as well, as they have worked on me.

But, I am still pushing back and trying.

I am alive and brightly burning.

The man I have wanted to love haa been hiding deep inside of himself – and I can’t reach him.

If and when I have stayed to try to share in relationship, I am interacting with defensive patterns.

This becomes a loveless situation, a dangerous for the hearts and mutual psychology propagation.

For if the man I love is not present in his awareness, he is just reliving and recreating his nightmares.

I am not seen for me, but am subconsciously tracked, accused, and guarded against.

I am manipulated and past wounds are misinterpreting my every move and word as transgrescence.

Wherever I have gone, wherever I have sought, this phenomenon is all around me.

I arrive – and the damage has already happened. It’s just a matter of at what stage the corruption is progressing.

I have been walking in a time-space continuum of zombies, watching their starving, lifeless corpse bodies writh and reach for me.

They can not discern truth anymore. They can not accept love to be healed and be set free from the injuries sustained before me.

Not from me, anyway.

Because I struggle to stay awake – and they see me as a threat and either fight with, avoid, or try to destroy me.

(Waking up from a dream that showed this to me.)

One day, the extreme flares of pain relinquished their hold on her, and returned to the realms of normal flux levels.

Seeing an adult buck with antler display in the middle of town on eve of the moon shifting to the full buck moon seems to be a very positive spiritual sign for me.