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Title: For our child within the trauma is still going on in our head, though not in our reality. Our intuitive voice is high jacked by the traumatic voice of childhood.
Author: Fraser Trevor
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For our child within the trauma is still going on in our head, though not in our reality. Our intuitive voice is high jacked by the trauma...


For our child within the trauma is still going on in our head, though not in our reality. Our intuitive voice is high jacked by the traumatic voice of childhood.We become stuck in a state of suspended animation, such that most us start to die inwardly before we ever become adults. Our emotional traumas overcome us and snuff out our spirit. Our family systems convert our minds into deadness. We lose our creativity and wildness, we block out the emotional reality of our childhoods, and we become automatons. We survive in order to live for comfort, happiness, and emotional camouflage. We become the norm.

The child withins mortality rate the whole world over is profoundly high. Yet the people who take the statistics and rule the governments and make the children and devote their careers to “educating” us are by and large dead themselves, and part of their deadness involves ignoring this. They lack connection to their own child within and instead get them from feeding, like vultures, on the energy of the vulnerable ones of us who are still alive. And because this is so normal no one bats an eye. It is indefensible, yet families and society are structured to defend it. And the easiest way to defend it is to say that it’s not even happening.

It is a painful thing to wake up — and to fight for our child within. It breaks rules. It angers the norm.  It puts a target on our back as we acknowledge our originality. And it hurts. It hurts like hell. It hurts to emerge from the locked basement  and feel the old traumas, the old longings, the old memories. It hurts to grieve, to feel the rage, to confront the perpetrators, to break the denial. It hurts to shed the mask of comfort and walk into the despair. It hurts to reject the fantasy of one day being loved by those who never really loved us. It hurts to leave the family system behind. It hurts to stand on our own, but we are not alone others at the stages have trod the path to freedom unlocked the basemen door and rejoined a free reality.

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