Candid Corvid Productions

To this day, all pressure is put on the female of the species – which is designed more sensitively – to atone for abuse, rape, and/or incest, and to manage pregnancy without much (if any) protection or support by the male of the species, whose seed is responsible for the germination of the eggs carried within her.

The little girl was thence banned from all participation and associations. Worst of all, she wasn’t believed. More children would be hurt because the elder men were esteemed at the pool parties.

In my ancestry, atrocities have been committed against the innocent.

From a grandmother being stuffed upon birth into a garbage can because she was a girl born in Sicily (then rescued by her mother) to more current abuses done to my parents in their childhood and brought into my childhood by male predators, I have experienced and borne witness.

As I grew, I couldn’t help myself but I kept an eye open for other children in need and tried to champion and protect them. Sometimes my efforts helped, while other times I could only give them the message that they were seen, valid, and we would each some day find our freedom.

As an adult, I was determined to ensure that my children would never experience such horrors and was able to keep them safe even beyond their teenage years when our family’s stability was shattered.

I believed that when two people join in partnership as adults, they have an opportunity to support each other in healing from past traumas and to share a new vision of joy ‘s destination that they may embark upon together and co-create.

But, if the wounds are too thick and repeatedly avoided, and if society is still rife with sick and abominational perceptions that it is ok to weild violence against humanity, we must align ourselves with those who share our philosophies to keep encroaching darkness from succeeding.

I have seen wonderful, creatively intelligent men fall when they’ve encountered traumatic psychological or physical incidences.

When they have chosen to turn away from themselves and to not fight towards full recovery, they became lost to me.

Not just because they pushed me hard away, but because they gave up their own identities.

Though the pain of losses raged and entropic demons tormented, fire of spirit honed a will more tenacious than his own to champion their love when circumstances kept tearing it assunder.

Bringing light into the world in the form of children, protecting them from the blight of predatory darkness – these sustained and continuously re-innovated efforts take nothing less than a warrior’s spirit determined to right the wrongs in the world by at least giving her cubs their own chances for new beginnings.

I had just graduated from the healing arts school and was entering into the field as an independent professional when my life-mate partner became disabled from a motorcycle accident.

We were in our early twenties. The accident was life-altering and set us down a spiral path which never allowed our broken connection with each other to amend and recover.

They had finally arrived at the concert in the evening, but she had been foolish to indulge him.

He now resented the fact that she still wanted to attend and refused to go in with her.

She walked in late, conflicted, and sought their seats. She knew she couldn’t stay. She would be paying for it.

The rush of energy as the band came on – something she’d been offered and had to turn down when a teen, now gifted by her best friend – was denied again.

As the crowd surged to the music, she walked the perimeter and main isles, ignoring the guards’ line-of-sight restrictions while taking in the color and vibrance of the band.

It felt like a hole had been torn in her center and that a great wind was blowing through it.

As she turned to leave with her heart wrenching, Duran Duran’s lead singer asked her the questions “Who do you need? Who do you love when you come undone?”

She knew that it could no longer be the false hope to which she’d always clung.

They had been preparing for months as the lucky few chosen randomly from the public community pool to take the rocket into space as a feat of glory furthering advances of the human race.

There were supposed to be many people on the crew, but the corporation cut back on supports because they wanted details kept secret. They decided to use just one person and preprogrammed automation to transfer the package to the nearby planet.

However, the more the woman chosen for the project researched, the more she realized that the contents being delivered might put all of life at risk if any complications occurred during transference.

As the launch date neared, she insisted that the full feam be restored to the project so that their collective input could ensure successful outcome.

With many knowlegeable minds contributing perspective and experience, benefit could be more productively magnified.