A broken love
"A broken love leads to broken healing."
I figure it's been a while, so I need to say: I normally post everything on my journal openly. I made that decision when I realized that certain things were happening which meant that I could choose to hide something or just say it openly.
So. Be warned, there are things in this post that will disturb some readers.
The gods did something that led to a dangerous problem, because I was hiding information. They took certain materials I hold in spirit and attempted to remove them from my care and distribute those things across Earth's spirit realm. By force, using subterfuge.
This backfired badly enough to make ALL of them reconsider the act. The Director of the Blueprinters for this galactic region came in to review the situation. This is someone who outranks the local High Master Blueprinter (who also happens to be a greater god). The Universe itself literally gave the major perpetrators a spanking.
So things are now, FINALLY, changing for the better for me. A few revelations of proper licensing later, and we can all be up-front with each other.
But it meant that we now must confront an ugly truth: I was abused (in every possible permutation) in spirit by gods and their agents, for things and acts I was already licensed, permitted, and even required to possess and perform. This particular trap is ugly enough that it caught them in it.
If I am to allow these persons any influence in my life, I cannot allow it to be abuser to victim -- nor can they. To let it remain so would be to create an unending cycle of victimization, which is the sort of thing that got Teuton ejected from the Realm a long time ago, part of the consequences of killing his wife for adultery and then declaring that it should be a law for everyone in his care. Humanity is STILL cleaning that mess up and STILL trying to come to grips with the concept that women are people. Sure, some cultures figured it out quickly; others aren't just dragging their feet so much as pulling on a lot of ropes to try to get the stone moving the other direction.
The cleanup is going to take a while. It took twelve years to get this far, after all, with me pulling away as hard as I could. We'll see just how long it takes to get everything back in its proper state and location.
And if there is more to discover, then I am going to do my best to make sure that it IS discovered. No more hiding this from me. We could have been a lot further along if only I had been listened to when I said "I got this." But nobody asked who had clearance to know.
I'm gonna be pissed off for centuries every time I think about this.
Worst. Incarnation. Ever.
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I figure it's been a while, so I need to say: I normally post everything on my journal openly. I made that decision when I realized that certain things were happening which meant that I could choose to hide something or just say it openly.
So. Be warned, there are things in this post that will disturb some readers.
The gods did something that led to a dangerous problem, because I was hiding information. They took certain materials I hold in spirit and attempted to remove them from my care and distribute those things across Earth's spirit realm. By force, using subterfuge.
This backfired badly enough to make ALL of them reconsider the act. The Director of the Blueprinters for this galactic region came in to review the situation. This is someone who outranks the local High Master Blueprinter (who also happens to be a greater god). The Universe itself literally gave the major perpetrators a spanking.
So things are now, FINALLY, changing for the better for me. A few revelations of proper licensing later, and we can all be up-front with each other.
But it meant that we now must confront an ugly truth: I was abused (in every possible permutation) in spirit by gods and their agents, for things and acts I was already licensed, permitted, and even required to possess and perform. This particular trap is ugly enough that it caught them in it.
If I am to allow these persons any influence in my life, I cannot allow it to be abuser to victim -- nor can they. To let it remain so would be to create an unending cycle of victimization, which is the sort of thing that got Teuton ejected from the Realm a long time ago, part of the consequences of killing his wife for adultery and then declaring that it should be a law for everyone in his care. Humanity is STILL cleaning that mess up and STILL trying to come to grips with the concept that women are people. Sure, some cultures figured it out quickly; others aren't just dragging their feet so much as pulling on a lot of ropes to try to get the stone moving the other direction.
The cleanup is going to take a while. It took twelve years to get this far, after all, with me pulling away as hard as I could. We'll see just how long it takes to get everything back in its proper state and location.
And if there is more to discover, then I am going to do my best to make sure that it IS discovered. No more hiding this from me. We could have been a lot further along if only I had been listened to when I said "I got this." But nobody asked who had clearance to know.
I'm gonna be pissed off for centuries every time I think about this.
Worst. Incarnation. Ever.
This entry was originally posted at http://zeeth-kyrah.dreamwidth.org/1980.html. Please comment there using OpenID.