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A reading of “In Darkness These Words Are Bred”

I can’t stop listening to the amazingly talented Heather Arrington do a brilliantly sultry rendition of “From Darkness These Words Are Bred,”

Please do me a favor and subscribe to her YouTube channel.


The original text is here on Wattpad.

A Society of Broken Healers

There’s a saying that those who can’t, teach.

This theory works especially well, ironically, in healing. Many of us have been hurt badly in so many ways. By our parents. Our partners. Our friends. Ourselves. Those whom we entrusted with everything.

I was unhappily married for 12 years before I realized I was experiencing abuse. I was told a happy wife would make a happy life but no one explained what would happen if I could never make her happy.

It got to the point that I couldn’t make a single decision regarding the simplest house chore without asking my partner’s permission. I was controlled, I was isolated. I was manipulated. I was made to feel guilty for doing anything on my own, even just visiting family. I took regular trips to the emergency room sure I was dying only to find I was having a panic attack.

When I finally ended it–because I realized I would have to be the one to end it–I was made to believe it was my fault. That I was a terrible person. I was told I had let everyone down, broken promises I had made. Caused distress to my partner through my actions. She struck back at me in every way she could, from fights over property to monetary support. For a time, I believed the lies.

But the week I did it, the panic attacks disappeared. Over the next several months, my soul learned to sing, if that makes sense. I even learned to love again.

But to this day, I cannot trust another person.

We are a Society of Broken Healers. We’ve experienced things we still have trouble articulating to others. Things that make our heart race when we see someone, or read something, or even smell something that triggers very old wounds.

We’ve been left…broken. Worse, our feelings and imperfect memories cause us to believe that what happened to us was somehow our fault and our inability to heal influences everyone else we interact with. The choices we make then lead us to greater pain as we find ourselves in a downward cycle of despair.

But there’s a way out of it.

When in pain, some of us have learned to stop focusing on ourselves, and share love with someone else who is hurting. Friend, stranger, it doesn’t matter. The more we listen, the more intuitive we become, and the more we see that everyone is going through something we cannot possibly understand right now.

There are so many ways to do this. We can all become better at listening simply by ceasing to talk, and more importantly, by slowing down our consumption of so much distracting media. Maybe we’re good speaking. Maybe we’re good at writing. The point is that we can save ourselves from our destructive criticisms through empathy and turn our darkness inside out, thereby exposing it to light. By making ourselves vulnerable, which is to say, we face our fears eye-to-eye.

Practically speaking, we know there are people all around us who are going through something like we have. Knowing this, why would we spend a minute more wallowing alone in our own misery rather than reaching out a hand to help someone who is falling into it now?

It won’t hurt. Why? Because we set no expectations. We expect nothing in return. Not reciprocity, not love, not kindness. Not even a “thank you.” In truth, the people we help, may not even realize how we helped. Its not important. Only recognizing the pain, the fear, the anger in someone else and enabling them to see it for what it is–a surmountable thing–is important. Only helping them translate their emotions into something powerful and creative matters. Then, seeing how we coped, they too may find another to reach out to, to stop focusing on their own pain and help someone else through theirs. A Ponzi Scheme of Pain. The tragic irony is that unlike dollars, there’s no shortage of pain. The euphoric beauty of it is that there is no shortage of healing either. So the scheme never ends. But our pain can.

The more of us who hurt, the more we can heal. How so? Because the act of healing another in turn naturally helps us to heal ourselves. By turning our attention away from ourselves, the energy of our actions turns from negative low energy to positive high-frequency vibrations. By finding the beauty in others so that they may better appreciate why they’re here in this lifetime, so we better learn ourselves about why we’re here.

We who cannot heal ourselves, heal others. And in the process, we too discover healing. We have realized after hurting for so long, that its not really about us anymore. It never was. We begin to understand that we’ve taken personally what the universe has wrought and we only begin to understand that the universe just is. We’ve seen that by holding on to our own pain for so long we have missed the bigger picture of why we are here. And how we can influence the universe rather than alway let it influence us.

So rather than lash out, or send our negativity to another person who does not need it, rather than stop trusting in anything anymore, we’ve come to a simple conclusion: We teach. We teach others how to cope by showing them how we did it. How we survived.

It is enough sometimes to know we’re not alone. Especially now, in the midst of terribly interesting times.

Ultimately, we do it for our own reasons, healing being most important. I do it for my little boy because I don’t want him to ever feel what I feel. Especially when it comes to father figures, but that’s another story. I am the breakwater that protects his fragile harbor. Sure, he’ll experience his own pains. I know I cannot protect him forever from the universe. He has his own life to live.

But I can show him how we heal.

We are a Society of Broken Healers, and we heal in the act of healing others.

We lift each other up.

Transmissions to the Mystic Nebula

Fellow Dark Lights. Poetry is my oldest voice. Its my lifeline to my own emotions. My childhood involved a lot of fear, which translated into a lot of anger. It was hard for me to say what I wanted to say. But what I needed to say always came out clearest to me in poetry.

Each poem I wrote became a mental photograph, a snapshot in time of my emotional state at that moment. When I re-read my old poems I recall what I felt: Fear, rage, grief, ecstasy, even those all-too-brief moments of joy and spiritual bliss, in more detail than an actual photograph possibly could because a photograph can sometimes capture what we felt (a happy or sad moment), but not always why we felt that way. One without the other blurs the memory of the moment. Poetry keeps it crystal clear in a way I can’t explain better…except perhaps in a poem!

I can’t be the only one who sees poetry this way. So I want to share these poems with you. To see if what I feel–and why I’m feeling it–resonates with the world I live in.

Am I even on the same frequency? Is anybody of my tribe out there?

Transmissions to the Mystic Nebula is free to read on Wattpad unless something changes. Maybe there’s something in there to help you where ever you are now. Can we better heal through a shared experience?

We lift each other up.

On the Incarnates of Aphrodite


Goddess (Photo credit: junibears)

A good and enigmatic friend of mine pointed me to a blog post by the SeventhSisteroftheStars entitled “Incarnates of Aphrodite: A new ancient breed of Goddess.”

This is a post worth reading.

I feel the incarnate is no new evolution. She has always been with us, to heal us when we needed healing. To love us when we needed loving. She is a capacitor of love with boundless ability to store love’s energy. She is a being of the universe, and beyond it. She is of the elements, earth, air, water and fire. Like nature, she is constantly changing, and yet she is changeless.

Rather, it is we who are evolving. We who are re-tuning our senses as we begin to focus once again on the spiritual; the natural, the unnatural and the supernatural. When we sit for a moment in silence and listen while the universe moves, suddenly we see her and realize she was there all along.

Once discovered, do not be alarmed by the passionate and creative creature you find. She is worthy of worship, but do not attempt to worship her. She is too well grounded to accept so lofty a position. Do not attempt to contain her, she will not be confined. May as well try to catch a hummingbird in your hand.

Instead, if you wish to know an incarnate in your life, be true in how you love and are loved. Recognize the darkness and the light in your heart and embrace both. Incarnates are healers drawn to positive energy. Take in her energy if she offers it to you (never demand it!), make something positive of the gift, and return it to her. She will respond.

Most importantly, do not be afraid to be changed by her. One cannot be touched by an incarnate of the Goddess on Earth and expect to ever be the same afterwards. Breathe in the Now, and so be transformed. And consider yourself blessed.

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