Adoption reality, Time to clean up this mess

You know being adopted is such a chore. We need to self edit to not step on anyones toes. What about our toes? They are stepped on all day long?

 

Our rights removed. Our family history removed, hidden. We must work to find each and every family member that we hold dear? Our families think we are crazy. We don’t talk like them. Hell, we are all different. This world made it that way. What do you think is going to happen?

Babies learn a language inside you. And then have to go learn another one. What are we doing? IT is any wonder why my brain runs circles around yours? You only have one mom?

To block a child is to block yourself. A child is a gift. So all you Mama’s out there!? You got unopened packages. And now you got to clean up the weeds between us all, so we can restore what this ignorant world cooked up as a cure for a moral dilemma, that  God did not make? Why in the hell does the church hold onto a filthy rag like that? Why?

Read this-

Babies only hours old are able to differentiate between sounds from their native language and a foreign language, scientists have discovered. The study indicates that babies begin absorbing language while still in the womb, earlier than previously thought.

Sensory and brain mechanisms for hearing are developed at 30 weeks of gestational age, and the new study shows that unborn babies are listening to their mothers talk during the last 10 weeks of pregnancy and at birth can demonstrate what they’ve heard.

http://www.washington.edu/news/2013/01/02/while-in-womb-babies-begin-learning-language-from-their-mothers/

You see that part about language? Yeah, we have taken a hit at our language center, and it split. We run two programs simultaneously. We maintain two relationships. It does not stop. We wrestle with two mothers. One we see, one who is within the very fiber of our being. God knit her in for a reason. And we must reunite, it is by design. Our bodies have lived to return. So that they can learn, and see the gift that God gave to them, and that the world told them to give away. We must stop this by educating folks. We must.

We are born, and when we are born, we have a dialect. And then have to go home to learn a new one. Do you see how upsetting this is the psyche of the child? It is like overwhelming. And our brains are overloaded. but we cope, with little to no help. No medial history to refer to? No Mothers face to mirror with to understand ourselves? it is torture that needs to stop. And education is the only way.

It is like trying to load android apps into an iPhone. But we are expected to do this. When the truth is right in front of us? No one can do that? The programing won’t let it couplet the down load or even begin? With a world gone mad. We must educate these folks about what they do that they do not know they do? Like Jesus, we must break the silence and pull the veil back.

Read this-

http://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/babys-cells-can-manipulate-moms-body-decades-180956493/?no-ist

A world that is nothing more than a living psychosis, when we can not even see what we do for lack of knowledge.

Psychosis refers to an abnormal condition of the mind described as involving a “loss of contact with reality”. People with psychosis are described as psychotic. People experiencing psychosis may exhibit some personality changes and thought disorder. Depending on its severity, this may be accompanied by unusual or bizarre behavior, as well as difficulty with social interaction and impairment in carrying out daily life activities.

This definition is nothing more than a label. But this world is living psychosis, why? We have not woken them up from the dream they live in, thinking this is a solution.

We are not the crazy ones. This world is, for making children pay such a high price, for a moral dilemma Jesus himself had to deal with. Hello! Like he was what this world would call us unwanted, illegitimate child. He did not come when the marriage license ink had dried. He was out of order. Or was he? Hello!  Anyone see that one? It is the same old story, with another kids name. And Jesus came to change that. To change how people treated each other. Look at his sermons. Look at how he treated the Samaritan woman? He let her off scott free? No punishment as we do today? No lashing? No rocks? NO bars? He told her Not to sin, which is to miss the mark, because she was not living honestly. She was saying one thing and doing another.

Look at how he treated woman? A woman was the first at the door, the one who bathed his feet? Jesus is the actualized man. Buddha was actualized. WE all can be actualized. What it means is we take our place in this world as sons and daughters of this world. Not just our parents and the little pools of consciousness we come from?

The words and views express here are from an Adoptee. No editing, except spelling. And then again I may miss some of that. I am not writing in any other style then how I think, to illustrate how an adoptees brain things and show you. If you think I am crazy? Well, this made me that way. Cuz I am just like you, but had to live some fairy tale. Reality is subjective anyway, to the person experiencing it. I will not conform any longer to an ideal that is insane. I want my Mother back. But she’s full of the bull shit the world told her I was. Like boats on the sea, she is like a indian on our land that could not see Columbus’s boats approach, having never seen boats before. They could not see them until the shaman came and pointed them out.

I am a shaman for my people. Pointing out the boats that float right in from of your face about this issue. And they are not imaginary. WE are real. And our feeling are real. And you, don’t know shit about what we feel. This is my story. Excuse me for being so blunt, they took me from the Mommy I loved and love, at two days old. I do not appreciate that. And She still does not see the blessing I am, cuz of all this shit.

 

I have two cysts on my liver. And am working on getting out what I learned before it is to late. None of us know when we have to go. I want to make a difference for my kids. I still don’t know all my history, I can’t even talk to my Mom she’s so jacked up.

 

Thank you for reading and sharing my story. Education brings knowledge.

Knowledge is power.

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