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Mummy is going to the toilet (2)
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These writings are prompted partly as a belated reaction to the
extreme TOXIC SHAME that pervaded every moment of our lives in 1950s
Ireland, which was so bewildering and so tormenting for young people,
and often denied because it was so embarrassing and so terrifying to
be a child born into in a world where all the adults were so obviously
insane. Later I understood that 1950s Ireland was not unique but
typical. It was just - by European standards - an exceptional, extreme
manifestation of the universal COLLECTIVE MENTAL ILLNESS afflicting
all seven billion human beings.
After a while I learned that some other cultures were and still are
even MORE oppressive and MORE toxically shaming than 1950s Ireland,
for example most Muslim communities. For that reason I’ve stated that
Irish Catholics of mature age are in a position to help Muslims to
demythologise their family life, to demythologise their ‘education,’
and to overcome their religious abuse. I now know that what happens to
most Muslims is even worse than what happened to Irish Catholics in
the hell that was 1950s Ireland. That is why Muslim terrorists are
much more vicious than the IRA ever was.
Similarly, Alice Miller correctly identified the genesis of the Nazi
German regime of 1933-1945 as being rooted in the child rearing
practices prevalent in Germany at the beginning of the twentieth
century. Life is simple.……… our inarticulate rage always comes from
the same place……… the later stage of the mother-infant relationship…………
which you don’t remember, because the later stage of the mother-infant
relationship is too terrible to remember, so both your mother and
yourself took refuge in amnesia….. There is no known physiological
reason for not remembering your infancy. It has to be traumatic
amnesia.
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Why was there a gap in the historical record 1500 years ago? A gap in
the historical record indicates only one thing - an ecological
catastrophe and subsequent survivalist wars. That was the sad genesis
of Islam. Islam has little to do with Mohammed and much to do with a
forgotten ecological catastrophe about 1,500 years ago and the vicious
survivalist wars that followed. The legends of Saint Patrick,
Cuchullain, Fionn Mac Cuill, King Arthur, etc. etc. are rooted in the
same ecological catastrophe about 1,500 years ago.
Wars are won by the tribe which rations love between its members more
than other tribes ration their love because UNLOVED MEN MAKE MORE
EFFECTIVE SOLDIERS.
By rationing their love even more than other tribes rationed their
love, the early Islamists conquered half the known world. All your
major religions are rooted in desperate survivalist wars. Hence all
the major religions advocate the rationing of love to the barest
minimum, while - bizarrely - pretending otherwise! Why do you not see
that? Because your state of inversion/doublethink is also associated
with physical survival in your primitive brain circuits. But there’s
no use in saying that to you, because you’re ‘too far gone.’ I
confidently estimate that it will be about three hundred thousand
(300,000) years into a needlessly painful future before you human
imbeciles finally face your own reality as I have faced it in THE ROAD
TO BALLYSEEDY CROSS and in ‘Know Yourself, Heal Yourself.’
For the record, the Jewish religion in its present form came into
being during the major survivalist emergency of 3,400 BP (before
present), which is why Judaism also orders us to ration love between
us to the barest minimum, even to the extent that strict Jews are
forbidden to have intercourse with their wives for a large portion of
every month. Again, it’s all about rationing love because unloved men
make more effective soldiers.
Constantine’s religion, mistakenly called Christianity, is equally
emphatic in promoting toxic shame and rationing of love. You imagine
the opposite because your state of inversion/doublethink is associated
with physical survival in your primitive brain circuits!
No use in saying Buddhism is different. Burma is a Buddhist country,
and it is a place where love is rationed much more than in many other
places. Whatever sanity there is in parts of religious scriptures, it
is overruled by our COLLECTIVE MENTAL ILLNESS. So forget about
searching for the right religion or for the right politicians to
elect. That will get you nowhere because the COLLECTIVE MENTAL ILLNESS
will always predominate.
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What is written here is completely valid and this is a healing
document, a compensation for the forgotten horrors of the later stage
of the mother-infant relationship in our tragic INVERTED civilisation.
The earlier piece with this same title was well received. I’m glad
some of you liked it. I want to help. My impulse is to contribute to
the healing of our tragic civilisation.
I’ve rewritten it and extended it as below. It’s helpful to explore a
more detailed, more elongated version as part of our collective
healing process.
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BECOME AS LITTLE CHILDREN
But what did he mean?
Somehow, the advice of Apollonius-Jesus, “become as little children,”
survived into the scriptures selected by Constantine.
What did Apollonius-Jesus mean by “become as little children?”
He could not have been referring to school bullying / *Lord of the
Flies* syndrome, which is the ‘default’ state of children after early
infancy.
So Apollonius-Jesus must have been advising that the EARLY stage of
the mother-infant relationship should never end.
The logic is inescapable.
That is a central tenet of true religion, which does not exist in this
INVERTED civilisation.
And that is the re-entry point to *Garden of Eden mode* and to the end
to war and injustice - never end the early stage of the mother-infant
relationship.
On that basis, in a sane civilisation, although the child’s intellect
matures and he moves on in many ways, the child never ends his
original *sexual-incest-paedophile relationship* with his mother as in
early infancy.
It is in that spirit, the spirit of the universally misunderstood
advice of Apollonius-Jesus, that the following words are written.
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Mummy is going to the toilet (2)
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I WAS ALL RIGHT FOR A WHILE,
I COULD SMILE FOR A WHILE……
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLC9o_unLq4
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IT’S TOO SOON TO KNOW
IF I CAN FORGET HER
MY HEART’S BEEN BROKEN IN TOO MANY PIECES
AND IT’S TOO SOON TO KNOW……
TIME PASSES SLOW
WILL I EVER KNOW
IF I CAN FORGET HER AND NOT LET IT SHOW
BUT IT’S TOO SOON TO KNOW…..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWWLPYkKffA
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Mummy is going to the toilet (2)
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“How are you doing with your drawing, son? Oh, that’s very good,
sweetheart. It’s a picture of the building across the road, isn’t it.
Oh, you’re such a good boy. You may be an artist or an architect some
day; well, if that’s what you want…… Ehhhh…. Mummy has to go to the
toilet now, and I can’t leave you alone, sweetheart, because, well
I’ve read those news reports, for example the little girl who drowned
in the fish pond when her Mummy went to answer the phone for a minute,
so I can’t leave you alone, sweetheart.”
She takes her little boy’s hand and leads him to the bathroom.
“You can sit on the floor there, sweetheart. Actually it’s a good idea
for a mother to take her young son with her when she’s going to the
toilet. Well, the doctor who wrote that childcare book everyone’s
talking about, well he said the best way to teach is by example,
because children imitate what they see, and so by letting a young boy
watch his Mummy going to the toilet, well then he’ll imitate his
Mummy. It’s the best way to get a little boy toilet trained. So it’s
partly for your safety, and partly to get you toilet trained,
sweetheart. Mummy has to do her number two now, sweetheart……
……....so now then, watch closely, young man…
because you are about to witness……
THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH……..
THE MOST SPECTACULAR FEMALE SHIT AND PISS SHOW IN HISTORY……”
They both giggle loudly. He understands toilet humour and she has
explained to him that it’s a private joke between the two of them.
They both enjoy it. As in all intimate relationships, they have their
own words and phrases which carry humour and significance, unique to
the two inhabitants of an intimate relationship.
“… Yes, well, seriously, you have to look and learn now, sweetheart.
This is a vital part of your education, son. Well, it’s nearly the
same for boys and girls, except that girls wear skirts, so look, I
just have to reach in under my skirt and pull down my knickers,
sweetheart, and then girls have to hitch up their skirts like this,
you see….. but it’s nearly the same for girls and boys when you’re
going to the toilet to do your number two. OK, so then you sit down on
the toilet like this, sweetheart. Now are you paying attention in
class, young man? Pay attention to Teacher…. This is a vitally
important part of your education, young man. Now see the way your
Mummy is sitting on the toilet. You mustn’t sit too far back. Just
like this. … and, well, the doctor said I should lean forward, like
this, see…with my elbows resting on my knees, well just above my
knees, see….the doctor said this position is helpful….. Oh God it’s
coming now. Oh God, I really love the feelings I get in my anus when
I’m defecating, sweetheart…..oh…oh…oh God this is heavenly..
oh…………………………...this is the best ever…………………….. oh God, that was
lovely….”
He saw her eyes closed, her face contorted into a half grimace / half
smile of ecstasy while she was defecating and whispering those words
to herself, as if in a world of her own…..
“Oh Mummy, I’ve never seen your face like that. Did it hurt? You
seemed to be in pain, Mummy.”
“Oh no, son…….eh……….. well, actually the doctor who wrote that
childcare book everyone’s talking about, well, he did actually say
that if a child is old enough to ask a question or to raise a subject,
he’s old enough to hear the answer…..so I’ll explain the look on my
face just now……Well, it’s actually because your Mummy’s anus is very
close to her vagina, you know, sweetheart. Well, every girl is built
differently and coloured differently in the most beautiful parts of a
girl’s body…you know, the parts inside a girl’s knickers, they’re our
most beautiful places, and for boys too, the parts of you inside your
underpants, they’re your most beautiful places…. but we’re all
slightly different in our most beautiful places…. It’s not about any
girl being right or wrong. It’s just that sometimes a girl’s anus is
right beside her vulva, and then the nerve endings in her anus are all
intertwined and associated with the nerve endings in her clitoris, and
so the girl will feel really exquisite sexual pleasures in her anus
while she’s defecating, sweetheart. So, well I’m one of those girls,
my anus is right beside my vulva, sweetheart, so that’s why I was
enjoying my defecation so much just now…..it wasn’t pain, it was
pleasure showing on my face….oh and by the way, what I’ve been talking
about just now, this is just between you and me…it’s not polite to
talk about it to any other girl, because, well, you and I are
intimate, we can talk about anything here when we’re alone in the
house, but outside, girls don’t usually talk about intimate matters.
And the other thing is that some girls, they worry about the shape of
their bodies, and they might imagine there’s something wrong with them
if they find out about girls like me who have their anus right beside
their vulva…it’s crazy, because every girl is beautiful in her own way
in those most beautiful places….”
…………………“Oh Mummy, will you let me wipe your anus for you when you’ve
finished? I’d really like to, because you do it for me, and I’d really
like to return your love, Mummy, in the same way as you give your love
to me.”
“Oh sweetheart, you’re such a good boy. Emmm… it’s just that people
outside wouldn’t understand if I let you do that. Eh, we’ll talk about
it later…… and besides, this is a classroom, this is a vital part of
your education. You’re here now to look and learn, to watch your Mummy
going to the toilet so that you’ll do the same when you’re a big boy,
and then you’ll be a proper young gentleman…. .. oh wait, there’s a
little bit more of your Mummy’s piss coming out……..oh that’s lovely.
Yes. I’ve finished now sweetheart…… Now then, watch closely young man.
See what happens next…pay attention in the lecture theatre, young
man….. first I just dab my vulva gently with the toilet paper. I don’t
wipe my vulva, sweetheart, I just dab it gently like this, because a
girl’s vulva is so delicate…. and when you’re a big boy, you can just
gently dab the tip of your penis with toilet paper too, as I’m told a
boy’s urethra is quite delicate too…well, I always dab the tip of your
penis with toilet paper at your potty time, so you’ll know to do the
same when you’re big…. And then, well, about wiping your anus, well,
I’ll just explain. Well it’s not about anyone being right or wrong.
It’s just that there are three main ways of wiping your anus with
toilet paper after you go to the toilet. I actually wipe mine while
I’m still sitting on the toilet, sweetheart. Here, I’ll give you a
demonstration. Like this. You see….are you paying attention in class,
young man? …………….And then, what I was going to say was… well some
girls prefer to stand up from the toilet and then they hold up their
skirt while they stoop down a bit to expose their anus and wipe
it……….. and then some girls actually go down all the way into the
squatting position, which fully exposes the girl’s anus so that she
can give it a really good wipe in the squatting position. It’s not
about being right or wrong. If a girl just wipes it well, then she’s a
lady, and then she can wash it at least once a day at bath time. Well
you’ve seen your Mummy washing it at bath time, haven’t you,
sweetheart, the same way I wash yours, so you’ll know what to do when
you’re a big boy and going to the bathroom by yourself……………….. Oh and
always watch what your Mummy does at bath time too, sweetheart, wont
you… and then if you wash yourself the same way as your Mummy washes
herself at bath time, you’ll be a proper young gentleman later on when
you go to the bathroom by yourself…. OK, so I’ll just finish wiping it
now, darling son. Now, are you paying attention in the classroom,
young man? You’ll have to learn to pay attention to the teacher when
you start school, so you can practice now…are you paying attention to
the teacher, young man?”
……………………“Oh Mummy, you are so elegant and so ladylike when you’re
going to the toilet. It really was what you said it would be. That
really was
THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH….
THE MOST SPECTACULAR FEMALE SHIT AND PISS SHOW IN HISTORY!”
They both giggle again, this time both of them laughing quite loudly
and uncontrollably, each one’s laughter infecting and augmenting the
other’s, delightedly sharing what is one of their private jokes at
potty time.
Then her little boy walks over to her and pulls up her blouse and
starts sucking on her left breast, his favourite breast. She pats the
back of his head gently. He stops sucking after a minute.
“You know why I did that to you, don’t you, Mummy?”
“I can guess. You wanted me to prove my love for you, didn’t you… by
showing you my breasts are available to you at all times, even when
I’m sitting on the toilet.”
“Yes, Mummy. Now I’m sure you love me. You have proved your love for
me. Mummy never stops loving me. Even when Mummy is sitting on the
toilet doing her number two, Mummy’s breasts are still accessible to
her baby………….”
They both giggle again…..……….
“Yes, I know, son, you did it a few days ago too…. in the middle of
the night… it was about 3 a.m. and I was lying on my back sleeping,
and you leaned over me and started sucking on my right breast…. and I
know you did it for the same reason…. to test my love for you, to
invite me to prove my love for you, to demonstrate that my breasts are
available to you all day and all night, even when I’m sleeping…… and
now you’ve made me prove my love for you again, by demonstrating that
my breasts are available to you even when I’m sitting on the toilet
defecating…. ”
“Well, I only woke you up once, Mummy. I just needed to do it once, to
know that your breasts are available to me all the time. It was
lovely, what you did, the way you turned to lie on your side and held
me to your breast in the darkness after I woke you up. I felt very
much loved at that moment, Mummy.”
“I know, you’re such a good boy, so caring. You were entitled to test
my love for you in that way, just once. And I know from the way you
suck so gently, you care very much about your Mummy, wanting Mummy to
enjoy it too, giving your Mummy a really hard erection in my nipples
and in my clitoris, and not sucking to hard, not wanting to hurt your
Mummy’s nipples. Oh, you’re such a good boy, sweetheart……”
“Oh Mummy, can I see your number two in the toilet please? Well,
you’ve seen mine, so it’s only fair, I should be allowed to see
yours.”
She’s becoming afraid now. What if people outside were to find out
about this? She is torn with dilemma. She knows now that her son is a
Garden of Eden Boy…. It would break her heart to destroy him with
TOXIC SHAME as other mothers do to their sons…. With every atom of her
body, with every fibre of her being, she adamantly refuses to go down
the road of toxic shame……. She silently stands up from the toilet,
feeling slightly awkward, her eyes averted, and her little boy
immediately stands up and runs over and looks into the toilet.
“Oh Mummy, that’s lovely. I knew it would be nice because only nice
things come out of my Mummy. My Mummy is so beautiful and so adorable.
Only good things come out of my Mummy………………..Emm, it’s very big,
Mummy. Are you sure it didn’t hurt when it was coming out. You looked
like you were in pain.”
“Oh no, sweetheart, Mummy is a big girl, so it didn’t hurt. It was
pleasure that you saw on my face while I was defecating, darling.”
He reaches out to her and hugs his mother enthusiastically, and
because of his height, his face is buried in Mummy’s vulva, his
forehead pressed against Mummy’s pubic hair, as his soft little hands
clutch her buttocks. She does nothing to resist, but pats the back of
his head gently. She adamantly will not go down the road of toxic
shaming to destroy her son.
He instinctively starts licking his mother’s vulva. She emphatically
will not destroy him with toxic shame as other mother’s destroy their
sons. She strokes the back of his head as he licks enthusiastically
all over her vulva…
“Oh Mummy, you like this. I can tell by the way you’re breathing. You
breathe like that when we’re breastfeeding too. Oh Mummy, I like
giving you pleasure. Your pleasure is my happiness.”
“Ehhh….I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, sweetheart. It’s like
you said earlier when you asked to see my number two…. You said I’ve
seen yours, so you were entitled to see mine. And the same applies to
my anus. Well, you’ve reached for it often enough at bath time, but I
just wasn’t sure when the time would be right to show it to you, but I
know you want this, and the time is right now… Would you like to have
a look at your Mummy’s anus, darling, and see if it’s clean enough. I
can’t see it, you know. We can’t see our own anuses, so ideally every
girl in the world should have someone to look at it for her after she
goes to the toilet, and tell her if she’s a lady…..”
She turns around, puts down the lid on the toilet (still unflushed
because they are so engrossed with one another now), pulls up her
skirt and places her hands on the lid of the toilet, bending forward
with her legs wide apart to display her anus and her vulva to her son.
(Her knickers are still around her knees, and she’s damaging the
waistband of her knickers by parting her legs fully for her son, but
she doesn’t care about that.) ………..She feels his soft little fingers
pulling her buttocks wider apart.
“Oh Mummy, this is the first time you’ve ever let me see it…………………… Oh
Mummy it’s lovely……I wanted to see it, I was terribly curious, but
wasn’t sure how to ask…… I wanted to see with my own eyes that every
part of my Mummy is beautiful… And now I know it for sure, every part
of my Mummy is beautiful, every part of my Mummy is adorable!…oh and I
see what you were talking about a minute ago, your anus is right
beside your vulva…oh, you’re a lucky girl, Mummy, all that pleasure
you’ve been getting on the toilet for all these years, oh, lucky
girl!”
“Am I a lady?”
“Oh, you mean, oh I forgot…oh yes, it’s clean, you’ve wiped it really
well, Mummy. You are a lady …………………………But still I want to help you….I
like helping you…. Let me give you a little bit of extra help with
your personal hygiene, Mummy.”
“Oh God WHAT’S THAT?!” she screams in alarm, feeling something she’s
never felt before.
“What’s that? What are you doing to me now, son? Oh no, son, you can’t
do that. Oh no……that’s not allowed….it’s dirty….ehhh …I mean…
ehhhhhhhhh….oh God THAT’S LOVELY!……. oh son…oh son…I’ve never been
loved before…I’ve never been loved like this………oh God that feels just
exquisite… oh thank you, thank you, thank you, son………………oh but what if
people outside find out about this……… ohhhhhhhhhhhh…. Oh son…oh son…oh
son…..I’ve never been loved like this before…..oh my son………
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh………..”
“It’s perfectly clean now. You’re a perfect Lady now, Mummy. And don’t
worry, Mummy. You can take that worried look off your face. Nobody
will ever know. I’ve heard the way people talk outside, and also the
women who come here to visit. I’m getting to be a big boy now. I
understand now that people outside are damaged; they’re afraid to show
love for one another the way you and I do. It’s like in the song by Mr
Harrison that you’re always playing:
‘I LOOK AT YOU ALL, SEE THE LOVE THERE THAT’S SLEEPING,
While my guitar gently weeps…….’
And Mr Harrison also wrote:
‘I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU WERE INVERTED……..’
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tfhs7kjgXRI
I understand that song now, Mummy. I’ve had time to think about it. I
know what those words mean now. Thank you for playing that song for
us. I really do understand it all now. Our bedroom and our bathroom
both are a little rectangle of heaven on earth, a little fragment of
The Garden of Eden, surrounded by The Vale of Tears that all those
idiots outside inhabit. I understand the dangers we face, Mummy, on
account of other people’s stupidity and masochism. I promise not to
tell. It will be our secret love, Mummy. No one will ever know about
what we do in the bedroom and in the bathroom except you and me.”
“Oh God, I just wasn’t sure that you are a Garden of Eden boy, son.
Well, I had to wait for you to say these things. In the Garden of
Eden, it is one of the strictest rules - that adults never give a lead
to a child in matters of loving body contact, so I had to wait for you
to say these things……If a child is not shamed, it will happen
naturally like this….. Oh God, are you going to do that to me again
tomorrow, son? I mean when Mummy is going to the toilet tomorrow? It
was ever so lovely, what you did to me, son. Are you going to do that
to me again, son?”
“Every day, Mummy, every day of your life, for the rest of your life.
I want to prove my love for you, Mummy, to return love to you exactly
as you gave it to me.”
She is almost fainting with happiness and she sits back down on the
toilet, her knickers still down at her knees, unable to speak for a
while, but her face is telling her son what he needs to know.
“Oh son, I’ve never felt so loved as I do at this moment. I’ve never
been loved before. Oh son, is there anything you want me to do for
you?”
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All our songs are sad (nearly), and artists such as Roy Orbison were
unconsciously giving a VOICE to the VOICELESS, The Universal Infant
and the pain of the forgotten horrors of the later stage of the mother-
infant relationship in this INVERTED civilisation.
IT’S TOO SOON TO KNOW
IF I CAN FORGET HER
MY HEART’S BEEN BROKEN IN TOO MANY PIECES
AND IT’S TOO SOON TO KNOW……
TIME PASSES SLOW
WILL I EVER KNOW
IF I CAN FORGET HER AND NOT LET IT SHOW
BUT IT’S TOO SOON TO KNOW…..
(the loss of his wife, ostensibly the basis of this song, mimicked the
heartbreak of the tragic ending of the early stage of the mother-
infant relationship. That's why love is nearly always short lived. Our
adult relationships mimic the later stage of the mother-infant
relationship.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWWLPYkKffA
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I CAN’T STOP LOVING YOU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQXsM1l2wZ8
CARELESS HANDS
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1LT4YxF0k4iU22oRXAjt18v1W8r2sUSjNgnHuDTP_pvM/preview
Mummy is going to the toilet (2)
===========================
These writings are prompted partly as a belated reaction to the
extreme TOXIC SHAME that pervaded every moment of our lives in 1950s
Ireland, which was so bewildering and so tormenting for young people,
and often denied because it was so embarrassing and so terrifying to
be a child born into in a world where all the adults were so obviously
insane. Later I understood that 1950s Ireland was not unique but
typical. It was just - by European standards - an exceptional, extreme
manifestation of the universal COLLECTIVE MENTAL ILLNESS afflicting
all seven billion human beings.
After a while I learned that some other cultures were and still are
even MORE oppressive and MORE toxically shaming than 1950s Ireland,
for example most Muslim communities. For that reason I’ve stated that
Irish Catholics of mature age are in a position to help Muslims to
demythologise their family life, to demythologise their ‘education,’
and to overcome their religious abuse. I now know that what happens to
most Muslims is even worse than what happened to Irish Catholics in
the hell that was 1950s Ireland. That is why Muslim terrorists are
much more vicious than the IRA ever was.
Similarly, Alice Miller correctly identified the genesis of the Nazi
German regime of 1933-1945 as being rooted in the child rearing
practices prevalent in Germany at the beginning of the twentieth
century. Life is simple.……… our inarticulate rage always comes from
the same place……… the later stage of the mother-infant relationship…………
which you don’t remember, because the later stage of the mother-infant
relationship is too terrible to remember, so both your mother and
yourself took refuge in amnesia….. There is no known physiological
reason for not remembering your infancy. It has to be traumatic
amnesia.
============================
Why was there a gap in the historical record 1500 years ago? A gap in
the historical record indicates only one thing - an ecological
catastrophe and subsequent survivalist wars. That was the sad genesis
of Islam. Islam has little to do with Mohammed and much to do with a
forgotten ecological catastrophe about 1,500 years ago and the vicious
survivalist wars that followed. The legends of Saint Patrick,
Cuchullain, Fionn Mac Cuill, King Arthur, etc. etc. are rooted in the
same ecological catastrophe about 1,500 years ago.
Wars are won by the tribe which rations love between its members more
than other tribes ration their love because UNLOVED MEN MAKE MORE
EFFECTIVE SOLDIERS.
By rationing their love even more than other tribes rationed their
love, the early Islamists conquered half the known world. All your
major religions are rooted in desperate survivalist wars. Hence all
the major religions advocate the rationing of love to the barest
minimum, while - bizarrely - pretending otherwise! Why do you not see
that? Because your state of inversion/doublethink is also associated
with physical survival in your primitive brain circuits. But there’s
no use in saying that to you, because you’re ‘too far gone.’ I
confidently estimate that it will be about three hundred thousand
(300,000) years into a needlessly painful future before you human
imbeciles finally face your own reality as I have faced it in THE ROAD
TO BALLYSEEDY CROSS and in ‘Know Yourself, Heal Yourself.’
For the record, the Jewish religion in its present form came into
being during the major survivalist emergency of 3,400 BP (before
present), which is why Judaism also orders us to ration love between
us to the barest minimum, even to the extent that strict Jews are
forbidden to have intercourse with their wives for a large portion of
every month. Again, it’s all about rationing love because unloved men
make more effective soldiers.
Constantine’s religion, mistakenly called Christianity, is equally
emphatic in promoting toxic shame and rationing of love. You imagine
the opposite because your state of inversion/doublethink is associated
with physical survival in your primitive brain circuits!
No use in saying Buddhism is different. Burma is a Buddhist country,
and it is a place where love is rationed much more than in many other
places. Whatever sanity there is in parts of religious scriptures, it
is overruled by our COLLECTIVE MENTAL ILLNESS. So forget about
searching for the right religion or for the right politicians to
elect. That will get you nowhere because the COLLECTIVE MENTAL ILLNESS
will always predominate.
===========================
What is written here is completely valid and this is a healing
document, a compensation for the forgotten horrors of the later stage
of the mother-infant relationship in our tragic INVERTED civilisation.
The earlier piece with this same title was well received. I’m glad
some of you liked it. I want to help. My impulse is to contribute to
the healing of our tragic civilisation.
I’ve rewritten it and extended it as below. It’s helpful to explore a
more detailed, more elongated version as part of our collective
healing process.
===========================
BECOME AS LITTLE CHILDREN
But what did he mean?
Somehow, the advice of Apollonius-Jesus, “become as little children,”
survived into the scriptures selected by Constantine.
What did Apollonius-Jesus mean by “become as little children?”
He could not have been referring to school bullying / *Lord of the
Flies* syndrome, which is the ‘default’ state of children after early
infancy.
So Apollonius-Jesus must have been advising that the EARLY stage of
the mother-infant relationship should never end.
The logic is inescapable.
That is a central tenet of true religion, which does not exist in this
INVERTED civilisation.
And that is the re-entry point to *Garden of Eden mode* and to the end
to war and injustice - never end the early stage of the mother-infant
relationship.
On that basis, in a sane civilisation, although the child’s intellect
matures and he moves on in many ways, the child never ends his
original *sexual-incest-paedophile relationship* with his mother as in
early infancy.
It is in that spirit, the spirit of the universally misunderstood
advice of Apollonius-Jesus, that the following words are written.
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Mummy is going to the toilet (2)
===========================
I WAS ALL RIGHT FOR A WHILE,
I COULD SMILE FOR A WHILE……
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLC9o_unLq4
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IT’S TOO SOON TO KNOW
IF I CAN FORGET HER
MY HEART’S BEEN BROKEN IN TOO MANY PIECES
AND IT’S TOO SOON TO KNOW……
TIME PASSES SLOW
WILL I EVER KNOW
IF I CAN FORGET HER AND NOT LET IT SHOW
BUT IT’S TOO SOON TO KNOW…..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWWLPYkKffA
===========================
Mummy is going to the toilet (2)
===========================
“How are you doing with your drawing, son? Oh, that’s very good,
sweetheart. It’s a picture of the building across the road, isn’t it.
Oh, you’re such a good boy. You may be an artist or an architect some
day; well, if that’s what you want…… Ehhhh…. Mummy has to go to the
toilet now, and I can’t leave you alone, sweetheart, because, well
I’ve read those news reports, for example the little girl who drowned
in the fish pond when her Mummy went to answer the phone for a minute,
so I can’t leave you alone, sweetheart.”
She takes her little boy’s hand and leads him to the bathroom.
“You can sit on the floor there, sweetheart. Actually it’s a good idea
for a mother to take her young son with her when she’s going to the
toilet. Well, the doctor who wrote that childcare book everyone’s
talking about, well he said the best way to teach is by example,
because children imitate what they see, and so by letting a young boy
watch his Mummy going to the toilet, well then he’ll imitate his
Mummy. It’s the best way to get a little boy toilet trained. So it’s
partly for your safety, and partly to get you toilet trained,
sweetheart. Mummy has to do her number two now, sweetheart……
……....so now then, watch closely, young man…
because you are about to witness……
THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH……..
THE MOST SPECTACULAR FEMALE SHIT AND PISS SHOW IN HISTORY……”
They both giggle loudly. He understands toilet humour and she has
explained to him that it’s a private joke between the two of them.
They both enjoy it. As in all intimate relationships, they have their
own words and phrases which carry humour and significance, unique to
the two inhabitants of an intimate relationship.
“… Yes, well, seriously, you have to look and learn now, sweetheart.
This is a vital part of your education, son. Well, it’s nearly the
same for boys and girls, except that girls wear skirts, so look, I
just have to reach in under my skirt and pull down my knickers,
sweetheart, and then girls have to hitch up their skirts like this,
you see….. but it’s nearly the same for girls and boys when you’re
going to the toilet to do your number two. OK, so then you sit down on
the toilet like this, sweetheart. Now are you paying attention in
class, young man? Pay attention to Teacher…. This is a vitally
important part of your education, young man. Now see the way your
Mummy is sitting on the toilet. You mustn’t sit too far back. Just
like this. … and, well, the doctor said I should lean forward, like
this, see…with my elbows resting on my knees, well just above my
knees, see….the doctor said this position is helpful….. Oh God it’s
coming now. Oh God, I really love the feelings I get in my anus when
I’m defecating, sweetheart…..oh…oh…oh God this is heavenly..
oh…………………………...this is the best ever…………………….. oh God, that was
lovely….”
He saw her eyes closed, her face contorted into a half grimace / half
smile of ecstasy while she was defecating and whispering those words
to herself, as if in a world of her own…..
“Oh Mummy, I’ve never seen your face like that. Did it hurt? You
seemed to be in pain, Mummy.”
“Oh no, son…….eh……….. well, actually the doctor who wrote that
childcare book everyone’s talking about, well, he did actually say
that if a child is old enough to ask a question or to raise a subject,
he’s old enough to hear the answer…..so I’ll explain the look on my
face just now……Well, it’s actually because your Mummy’s anus is very
close to her vagina, you know, sweetheart. Well, every girl is built
differently and coloured differently in the most beautiful parts of a
girl’s body…you know, the parts inside a girl’s knickers, they’re our
most beautiful places, and for boys too, the parts of you inside your
underpants, they’re your most beautiful places…. but we’re all
slightly different in our most beautiful places…. It’s not about any
girl being right or wrong. It’s just that sometimes a girl’s anus is
right beside her vulva, and then the nerve endings in her anus are all
intertwined and associated with the nerve endings in her clitoris, and
so the girl will feel really exquisite sexual pleasures in her anus
while she’s defecating, sweetheart. So, well I’m one of those girls,
my anus is right beside my vulva, sweetheart, so that’s why I was
enjoying my defecation so much just now…..it wasn’t pain, it was
pleasure showing on my face….oh and by the way, what I’ve been talking
about just now, this is just between you and me…it’s not polite to
talk about it to any other girl, because, well, you and I are
intimate, we can talk about anything here when we’re alone in the
house, but outside, girls don’t usually talk about intimate matters.
And the other thing is that some girls, they worry about the shape of
their bodies, and they might imagine there’s something wrong with them
if they find out about girls like me who have their anus right beside
their vulva…it’s crazy, because every girl is beautiful in her own way
in those most beautiful places….”
…………………“Oh Mummy, will you let me wipe your anus for you when you’ve
finished? I’d really like to, because you do it for me, and I’d really
like to return your love, Mummy, in the same way as you give your love
to me.”
“Oh sweetheart, you’re such a good boy. Emmm… it’s just that people
outside wouldn’t understand if I let you do that. Eh, we’ll talk about
it later…… and besides, this is a classroom, this is a vital part of
your education. You’re here now to look and learn, to watch your Mummy
going to the toilet so that you’ll do the same when you’re a big boy,
and then you’ll be a proper young gentleman…. .. oh wait, there’s a
little bit more of your Mummy’s piss coming out……..oh that’s lovely.
Yes. I’ve finished now sweetheart…… Now then, watch closely young man.
See what happens next…pay attention in the lecture theatre, young
man….. first I just dab my vulva gently with the toilet paper. I don’t
wipe my vulva, sweetheart, I just dab it gently like this, because a
girl’s vulva is so delicate…. and when you’re a big boy, you can just
gently dab the tip of your penis with toilet paper too, as I’m told a
boy’s urethra is quite delicate too…well, I always dab the tip of your
penis with toilet paper at your potty time, so you’ll know to do the
same when you’re big…. And then, well, about wiping your anus, well,
I’ll just explain. Well it’s not about anyone being right or wrong.
It’s just that there are three main ways of wiping your anus with
toilet paper after you go to the toilet. I actually wipe mine while
I’m still sitting on the toilet, sweetheart. Here, I’ll give you a
demonstration. Like this. You see….are you paying attention in class,
young man? …………….And then, what I was going to say was… well some
girls prefer to stand up from the toilet and then they hold up their
skirt while they stoop down a bit to expose their anus and wipe
it……….. and then some girls actually go down all the way into the
squatting position, which fully exposes the girl’s anus so that she
can give it a really good wipe in the squatting position. It’s not
about being right or wrong. If a girl just wipes it well, then she’s a
lady, and then she can wash it at least once a day at bath time. Well
you’ve seen your Mummy washing it at bath time, haven’t you,
sweetheart, the same way I wash yours, so you’ll know what to do when
you’re a big boy and going to the bathroom by yourself……………….. Oh and
always watch what your Mummy does at bath time too, sweetheart, wont
you… and then if you wash yourself the same way as your Mummy washes
herself at bath time, you’ll be a proper young gentleman later on when
you go to the bathroom by yourself…. OK, so I’ll just finish wiping it
now, darling son. Now, are you paying attention in the classroom,
young man? You’ll have to learn to pay attention to the teacher when
you start school, so you can practice now…are you paying attention to
the teacher, young man?”
……………………“Oh Mummy, you are so elegant and so ladylike when you’re
going to the toilet. It really was what you said it would be. That
really was
THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH….
THE MOST SPECTACULAR FEMALE SHIT AND PISS SHOW IN HISTORY!”
They both giggle again, this time both of them laughing quite loudly
and uncontrollably, each one’s laughter infecting and augmenting the
other’s, delightedly sharing what is one of their private jokes at
potty time.
Then her little boy walks over to her and pulls up her blouse and
starts sucking on her left breast, his favourite breast. She pats the
back of his head gently. He stops sucking after a minute.
“You know why I did that to you, don’t you, Mummy?”
“I can guess. You wanted me to prove my love for you, didn’t you… by
showing you my breasts are available to you at all times, even when
I’m sitting on the toilet.”
“Yes, Mummy. Now I’m sure you love me. You have proved your love for
me. Mummy never stops loving me. Even when Mummy is sitting on the
toilet doing her number two, Mummy’s breasts are still accessible to
her baby………….”
They both giggle again…..……….
“Yes, I know, son, you did it a few days ago too…. in the middle of
the night… it was about 3 a.m. and I was lying on my back sleeping,
and you leaned over me and started sucking on my right breast…. and I
know you did it for the same reason…. to test my love for you, to
invite me to prove my love for you, to demonstrate that my breasts are
available to you all day and all night, even when I’m sleeping…… and
now you’ve made me prove my love for you again, by demonstrating that
my breasts are available to you even when I’m sitting on the toilet
defecating…. ”
“Well, I only woke you up once, Mummy. I just needed to do it once, to
know that your breasts are available to me all the time. It was
lovely, what you did, the way you turned to lie on your side and held
me to your breast in the darkness after I woke you up. I felt very
much loved at that moment, Mummy.”
“I know, you’re such a good boy, so caring. You were entitled to test
my love for you in that way, just once. And I know from the way you
suck so gently, you care very much about your Mummy, wanting Mummy to
enjoy it too, giving your Mummy a really hard erection in my nipples
and in my clitoris, and not sucking to hard, not wanting to hurt your
Mummy’s nipples. Oh, you’re such a good boy, sweetheart……”
“Oh Mummy, can I see your number two in the toilet please? Well,
you’ve seen mine, so it’s only fair, I should be allowed to see
yours.”
She’s becoming afraid now. What if people outside were to find out
about this? She is torn with dilemma. She knows now that her son is a
Garden of Eden Boy…. It would break her heart to destroy him with
TOXIC SHAME as other mothers do to their sons…. With every atom of her
body, with every fibre of her being, she adamantly refuses to go down
the road of toxic shame……. She silently stands up from the toilet,
feeling slightly awkward, her eyes averted, and her little boy
immediately stands up and runs over and looks into the toilet.
“Oh Mummy, that’s lovely. I knew it would be nice because only nice
things come out of my Mummy. My Mummy is so beautiful and so adorable.
Only good things come out of my Mummy………………..Emm, it’s very big,
Mummy. Are you sure it didn’t hurt when it was coming out. You looked
like you were in pain.”
“Oh no, sweetheart, Mummy is a big girl, so it didn’t hurt. It was
pleasure that you saw on my face while I was defecating, darling.”
He reaches out to her and hugs his mother enthusiastically, and
because of his height, his face is buried in Mummy’s vulva, his
forehead pressed against Mummy’s pubic hair, as his soft little hands
clutch her buttocks. She does nothing to resist, but pats the back of
his head gently. She adamantly will not go down the road of toxic
shaming to destroy her son.
He instinctively starts licking his mother’s vulva. She emphatically
will not destroy him with toxic shame as other mother’s destroy their
sons. She strokes the back of his head as he licks enthusiastically
all over her vulva…
“Oh Mummy, you like this. I can tell by the way you’re breathing. You
breathe like that when we’re breastfeeding too. Oh Mummy, I like
giving you pleasure. Your pleasure is my happiness.”
“Ehhh….I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, sweetheart. It’s like
you said earlier when you asked to see my number two…. You said I’ve
seen yours, so you were entitled to see mine. And the same applies to
my anus. Well, you’ve reached for it often enough at bath time, but I
just wasn’t sure when the time would be right to show it to you, but I
know you want this, and the time is right now… Would you like to have
a look at your Mummy’s anus, darling, and see if it’s clean enough. I
can’t see it, you know. We can’t see our own anuses, so ideally every
girl in the world should have someone to look at it for her after she
goes to the toilet, and tell her if she’s a lady…..”
She turns around, puts down the lid on the toilet (still unflushed
because they are so engrossed with one another now), pulls up her
skirt and places her hands on the lid of the toilet, bending forward
with her legs wide apart to display her anus and her vulva to her son.
(Her knickers are still around her knees, and she’s damaging the
waistband of her knickers by parting her legs fully for her son, but
she doesn’t care about that.) ………..She feels his soft little fingers
pulling her buttocks wider apart.
“Oh Mummy, this is the first time you’ve ever let me see it…………………… Oh
Mummy it’s lovely……I wanted to see it, I was terribly curious, but
wasn’t sure how to ask…… I wanted to see with my own eyes that every
part of my Mummy is beautiful… And now I know it for sure, every part
of my Mummy is beautiful, every part of my Mummy is adorable!…oh and I
see what you were talking about a minute ago, your anus is right
beside your vulva…oh, you’re a lucky girl, Mummy, all that pleasure
you’ve been getting on the toilet for all these years, oh, lucky
girl!”
“Am I a lady?”
“Oh, you mean, oh I forgot…oh yes, it’s clean, you’ve wiped it really
well, Mummy. You are a lady …………………………But still I want to help you….I
like helping you…. Let me give you a little bit of extra help with
your personal hygiene, Mummy.”
“Oh God WHAT’S THAT?!” she screams in alarm, feeling something she’s
never felt before.
“What’s that? What are you doing to me now, son? Oh no, son, you can’t
do that. Oh no……that’s not allowed….it’s dirty….ehhh …I mean…
ehhhhhhhhh….oh God THAT’S LOVELY!……. oh son…oh son…I’ve never been
loved before…I’ve never been loved like this………oh God that feels just
exquisite… oh thank you, thank you, thank you, son………………oh but what if
people outside find out about this……… ohhhhhhhhhhhh…. Oh son…oh son…oh
son…..I’ve never been loved like this before…..oh my son………
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh………..”
“It’s perfectly clean now. You’re a perfect Lady now, Mummy. And don’t
worry, Mummy. You can take that worried look off your face. Nobody
will ever know. I’ve heard the way people talk outside, and also the
women who come here to visit. I’m getting to be a big boy now. I
understand now that people outside are damaged; they’re afraid to show
love for one another the way you and I do. It’s like in the song by Mr
Harrison that you’re always playing:
‘I LOOK AT YOU ALL, SEE THE LOVE THERE THAT’S SLEEPING,
While my guitar gently weeps…….’
And Mr Harrison also wrote:
‘I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU WERE INVERTED……..’
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tfhs7kjgXRI
I understand that song now, Mummy. I’ve had time to think about it. I
know what those words mean now. Thank you for playing that song for
us. I really do understand it all now. Our bedroom and our bathroom
both are a little rectangle of heaven on earth, a little fragment of
The Garden of Eden, surrounded by The Vale of Tears that all those
idiots outside inhabit. I understand the dangers we face, Mummy, on
account of other people’s stupidity and masochism. I promise not to
tell. It will be our secret love, Mummy. No one will ever know about
what we do in the bedroom and in the bathroom except you and me.”
“Oh God, I just wasn’t sure that you are a Garden of Eden boy, son.
Well, I had to wait for you to say these things. In the Garden of
Eden, it is one of the strictest rules - that adults never give a lead
to a child in matters of loving body contact, so I had to wait for you
to say these things……If a child is not shamed, it will happen
naturally like this….. Oh God, are you going to do that to me again
tomorrow, son? I mean when Mummy is going to the toilet tomorrow? It
was ever so lovely, what you did to me, son. Are you going to do that
to me again, son?”
“Every day, Mummy, every day of your life, for the rest of your life.
I want to prove my love for you, Mummy, to return love to you exactly
as you gave it to me.”
She is almost fainting with happiness and she sits back down on the
toilet, her knickers still down at her knees, unable to speak for a
while, but her face is telling her son what he needs to know.
“Oh son, I’ve never felt so loved as I do at this moment. I’ve never
been loved before. Oh son, is there anything you want me to do for
you?”
===========================
All our songs are sad (nearly), and artists such as Roy Orbison were
unconsciously giving a VOICE to the VOICELESS, The Universal Infant
and the pain of the forgotten horrors of the later stage of the mother-
infant relationship in this INVERTED civilisation.
IT’S TOO SOON TO KNOW
IF I CAN FORGET HER
MY HEART’S BEEN BROKEN IN TOO MANY PIECES
AND IT’S TOO SOON TO KNOW……
TIME PASSES SLOW
WILL I EVER KNOW
IF I CAN FORGET HER AND NOT LET IT SHOW
BUT IT’S TOO SOON TO KNOW…..
(the loss of his wife, ostensibly the basis of this song, mimicked the
heartbreak of the tragic ending of the early stage of the mother-
infant relationship. That's why love is nearly always short lived. Our
adult relationships mimic the later stage of the mother-infant
relationship.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWWLPYkKffA
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I CAN’T STOP LOVING YOU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQXsM1l2wZ8
CARELESS HANDS
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1LT4YxF0k4iU22oRXAjt18v1W8r2sUSjNgnHuDTP_pvM/preview
The Todal
Apr 22, 2013, 5:34:07 AM4/22/13
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On 22/4/13 10:30, Special Care wrote:
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> Mummy is going to the toilet (2)
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Oh dear. You just went to the bathroom all over usenet. Wipe it up, will
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> Mummy is going to the toilet (2)
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you, and try to find a more suitable receptacle next time.
Special Care
Apr 22, 2013, 5:56:02 AM4/22/13
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Mister, you need to do your PRE (Practical Reparenting Exercises).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWWLPYkKffA
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Apr 22, 2013, 10:15:17 AM4/22/13
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what
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Mr Pounder
Apr 22, 2013, 12:35:26 PM4/22/13
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Mummy is going to the toilet (2)
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You are off your fucking rocker.
Mummy is going to the toilet (2)
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Steve O
Apr 22, 2013, 12:47:35 PM4/22/13
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...Now I know.
Steve O
Apr 22, 2013, 12:56:10 PM4/22/13
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finger up mummy's bottom.
It's the cause of all wars, so he tells us, and if we all took an
interesting in digitally penetrating our mother anally, there wouldn't
be any wars.
You just can't fault his logic, can you?
All I know is that there would be a fucking big war if I tried to do
something like that while mum was bending over the cooker, and it would
probably start with a frying pan around the head.
THE COLONEL
Apr 23, 2013, 10:55:53 AM4/23/13
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I stuck my tongue up Mrs. Pounders asshole. Does that count?
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Apr 24, 2013, 5:21:07 PM4/24/13
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Mr Pounder explained :
Perhaps, butt he plays
a mean rusty trombone.
a mean rusty trombone.
The Universal Infant
Apr 25, 2013, 9:12:50 AM4/25/13
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On 22 Apr, 17:56, Steve O <nos...@here.thanks> wrote:
> On 22/04/2013 17:35, Mr Pounder wrote:> "Special Care" <special.car...@gmail.com> wrote in message
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Well, there's a lot of fear out there. Our civilisation is inverted,
as Mr Harrison stated poetically.
You don't remember your infancy, so it's impossible to discuss this
with you in any meaningful way.
> On 22/04/2013 17:35, Mr Pounder wrote:> "Special Care" <special.car...@gmail.com> wrote in message
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> All I know is that there would be a fucking big war if I tried to do
> something like that while mum was bending over the cooker, and it would
> probably start with a frying pan around the head.
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> something like that while mum was bending over the cooker, and it would
> probably start with a frying pan around the head.
Well, there's a lot of fear out there. Our civilisation is inverted,
as Mr Harrison stated poetically.
You don't remember your infancy, so it's impossible to discuss this
with you in any meaningful way.
Tom
Apr 25, 2013, 9:48:34 AM4/25/13
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YESTERDAY by Paul McCartney is one of the most successful songs and
most widely covered songs in history.
Why should that be?
Because like few other songs it expertly taps into our suppressed
emotions rooted in the forgotten horrors of the LATER stage of the
mother-infant relationship.
I BELIEVE IN YESTERDAY, meaning the EARLY stage of the mother-infant
relationship, which never should have ended, you fools!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ONXp-vpE9eU
most widely covered songs in history.
Why should that be?
Because like few other songs it expertly taps into our suppressed
emotions rooted in the forgotten horrors of the LATER stage of the
mother-infant relationship.
I BELIEVE IN YESTERDAY, meaning the EARLY stage of the mother-infant
relationship, which never should have ended, you fools!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ONXp-vpE9eU
Special Care
Apr 27, 2013, 5:25:58 AM4/27/13
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All our songs are sad (nearly) and are unconsciously evoking that
primal emotion buried deep inside all seven billion human beings - the
sadness and bewilderment regarding what our bloody mothers did to us,
and the longing for the restoration of the intense *sexual-incest-
paedophile* relationship with your mother in the EARLY stage of the
mother-infant relationship.
Nearly all our songs and literature and drama speak of a love that was
doomed, a love that could not last, a love that we long to regain but
have no hope of regaining - and all these lyrics and dramas refer -
'unconsciously' - to the EARLY stage of the mother-infant
relationship, so cruelly ended by every mother in the world under a
fog of TOXIC SHAME and INVERSION.
And so we have another bloody fool singing
"she may be the love that cannot hope to last................"
.............without understanding where those lyrics are coming
from:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Kl6u6rIbPo
primal emotion buried deep inside all seven billion human beings - the
sadness and bewilderment regarding what our bloody mothers did to us,
and the longing for the restoration of the intense *sexual-incest-
paedophile* relationship with your mother in the EARLY stage of the
mother-infant relationship.
Nearly all our songs and literature and drama speak of a love that was
doomed, a love that could not last, a love that we long to regain but
have no hope of regaining - and all these lyrics and dramas refer -
'unconsciously' - to the EARLY stage of the mother-infant
relationship, so cruelly ended by every mother in the world under a
fog of TOXIC SHAME and INVERSION.
And so we have another bloody fool singing
"she may be the love that cannot hope to last................"
.............without understanding where those lyrics are coming
from:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Kl6u6rIbPo
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