this is a 3 day retreat that will take place roughly 1.5 hours outside of Manhattan. the format time-wise for this retreat is similar to past workshops, and it will span 2 nights and 3 days. the content covered will mirror that of my one-on-one sessions, and we will go naturally broader by introducing additional like-minded energies or similar experiences (other human beings) to your experience. I will limit this retreat to 4 people, and each person will have 1:1 time with me. since you already know me, I probably don’t need to explain much more.
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sexual predators survive because their family and victims protect them.
it is amazing to me, the number of cases I am familiar with throughout my lifetime thus far. and in each and every case, I see an entire family rallying around the most insidious, evil, often outwardly powerful individual (predator).
of course, predators do not have to be men. in many cases, they are. and in many or nearly all of these cases, their families protect them — because, you know, REPUTATION.
in all cases of abuse, not just sexual, I have discovered one thing to be true nearly 100% of the time: the witnesses, the complicit, the bystanders, care more about their image than the victim. just like wild animals, they will eat one of their own to save face. it is the human condition at its most pathetic.
many years ago, I was out and about in New York City. I saw a very run-down, broken-down, modified version of an amazing person I once knew as a child. the child I knew was gorgeous, stunning, both inside and out, and had a life inside of them that just could not be put out. as I gazed at the individual who reminded me of this once-child I knew, they gazed back as if they knew me too. in a completely altered state this person approached me: they were, in fact, the effervescent child I once knew. I was in shock. what had happened to them? why were they like this? why were they in such active addiction that they didn’t even resemble themselves physically, not to mention energetically? I was embarrassed for this person, saddened, curious, and incredibly empathetic as to what might have happened to them. I didn’t realize, at the time, that MANY (ok, I am going to say based on thousands of individuals that I have treated: ALMOST ALL) active addicts are products of incest and sexual abuse or rape. I wasn’t as fully aware before this last decade, of the correlation between those two things, as I am now. another byproduct of sexual crimes is, of course, eating disorders. anyhow, I looked at the person who I once knew in this public place and I simply could not get over my shock as to the stark contrast they bore in resemblance to who they once were. when I thought about their family, I recalled them being the family that everyone idolized; their parents were powerful WASPS moving between NYC and the suburbs for work and social, their children were visibly stunning and intelligent, and they appeared to have it all — and most of all, respect from their peers (the parents, namely). I remembered all of the things that they did and achieved as children, and how much their parents seemed to care for them. BUT: it was all a show. as I stood in this public space in the heart of Manhattan, I would hear something that almost knocked me to my knees as well as terrified me. this person from my past suddenly and randomly shared with me some most atrocious details, details that I am afraid to include here even though I am writing in the most anonymous way possible. in the moment of their sharing, I realized that I was the first and only person that this individual ever shared that information with regarding their past, and their present. to date, I have heard few things as horrifying. not only had they witnessed and experienced the most unthinkable acts of abuse at the hands of their parents, but their life was threatened if they were to share anything about it. their siblings shared the same fate. one of their parents was the active physical predator (this went on for YEARS), while the other one was the complicit predator. and in a moment, it all made sense. these beautiful children had all become addicts, as well as suffered from eating disorders and dysmorphic conditions. they had ALL been in trouble with the law. and all the while, their “parents” remained the pillars of society. IMAGINE THAT! what a beautiful pity party it must have been, for these WONDERFUL parents to have such screwed up children. and let me be clear: I see this happening everywhere. turn on the news and see for yourself (if you can actually SEE).
like so many other things that I have been made aware of in my life, there was no one to tell this story to. all of the children in this scenario were already grown adults, and had royally messed up their lives because their lives were actively, methodically and deliberately stolen from them. who would I tell? and if I did, I could have faced a nightmare of my own. I also realized that this child I had once known, the one who existed in perhaps only 1% of the person’s body who came clean with me about their past, was not even remotely available for help. this encounter stuck with me for years to come, and the details that were shared with me would play over and over in my head again every time I came across yet another victim who had been used as a chess piece by their “family”. nearly every victim I would encounter in the future had an excuse for or a recantation of their story or experience after I heard it. of course we know what Stockholm syndrome is, and of course that plays a part in any case of abuse. but what really made me curious was the lengths to which the parents and families (extended family included) would go, to make CERTAIN that not only did the abuse NOT reach public earshot, but actually that it CONTINUE. side-note: I wrote another article about WHY people molest, and you can read it here. it’s got a LOT in it, and no it is not what you have read about before in terms of how the physics of this stuff works.
the absolute NEED for the dynamic of abuse to continue within a family dynamic is absolutely astounding to me. but, I get it. and as old as it gets for me personally, it NEVER gets old. it is as if each person in the family will DIE if they do not keep the show running — the victims MUST remain the victims, the enablers MUST remain the enablers, the heroes (father of the year! mother of the year!) MUST remain the heroes, and the audience MUST remain the audience: appearances are EVERYTHING to a corrupt “family”. in the case of the person I shared earlier here, this was LITERALLY the M.O. for the victims, the enabler (mother), and the hero (the rapist father). until the day that their parents died, they stuck to their story: “greatest parents ever!!!”. imagine that.
I will get back to how the “family” covers up and also RELIES on their own intrinsic abuse for survival in a moment, because I also want to touch on WHAT THEY DO with these lies. you can’t have a secret THAT BIG, and not DO anything with it. it’s why some abuse drugs, vomit, commit crimes, etc. but that’s still not enough. in every case I have ever known, denial of such a big truth creates the biggest projection screen one could imagine. and this is where “causes” come in and become their focus — particularly victim causes for other victims. instead of acknowledging that the most important predator in the world is living IN THEIR HOUSE (or once did), these people become incredibly passionate about exposing the predators that they perceive to be roaming the planet. THEY BETRAY THEMSELVES ALL OVER AGAIN. I’ve seen this happen live. literally. I could say to someone “so, you are aware of the fact that your father is a rapist…you don’t remember him raping you…but you know he raped your sibling because you saw it…yet you remain connected to him?”. and they will make up an excuse and go about their business and then find ANYONE or ANY story on the news that they think even resembles their hidden truth, and they will wave the flag like nobody’s business. at that point, not only are they betraying themSELVES (again), but they are betraying the entire cause. and it’s not their fault. but there has to be some level of accountability for knowing your own ugly personal truth, but denying it while jumping on someone else’s bandwagon. it doesn’t make sense. and it’s also why a lot of causes get ruined and lose steam — they are being focused on by people who won’t even accept the apparent and consciously prevalent evil in their own flocking families. it is also why people deliberately and falsely accuse. THEY NEED A PLACE TO PUT “IT”.
the child I once knew who disappeared into the darkness of the most evil of creatures, turned their back on the real cause: because they had decided alongside their family that that’s what you do. not only did they turn their back on the real cause which is simply the name of truth, but they strengthened the cause of evil which allows this energy to perpetuate: they put on a FRONT. as many families do. particularly wealthy and otherwise privileged families. it’s a whole tribal thing.
the lengths that I have seen a mother go to, to “turn a blind eye”, just to save face, while throwing her young right under a speeding bus, are unimaginable. desperate to have the appearance of a good life, the illusion of happiness, and the access to society as a “woman who has it all” supersedes ANY concern for her children. and let me be clear: women molest, too. women rape. particularly histrionic mothers (but that is another article). I’m just using particular gender here from the majority of examples that I am familiar with to describe the family’s role in its own systemic abuse…which absolutely keeps them running (it is their gasoline). in the most sick ways.
The Menendez Brothers case is certainly one to consider and take note of. I can tell you with 100% certainty that when both parents live with their children under one roof, EVERYONE knows the truth. they just lie about it. after all, their very breath came from lies. their very foundation is built upon NOT TELLING THE TRUTH. but they get really good at it. the victims lie to themselves, and for the parents. the parents lie to the victims, and to society. the point is EVERYONE knows what is going on. even when they say that they do not. there is simply no escaping a truth that big.
I thought about the mother of the childhood friend I described earlier, and how I had thought of her when I was a child. she seemed strong, tethered, very active in the community, and just…normal. how terrifying is that? again, after hearing about so many of these cases as well as having certain experiences of my own, it all however made perfect sense. the facade of the sexually abusive family is the gold and the glory. the facade is the ultimate mirror of confusion, and it must be put in place on day one in order to function properly. I thought back to any cracks I might have seen in the mother’s facade in this case, and I just couldn’t find any. I really didn’t know the truth those decades earlier. usually I feel like I know, at least in retrospect. I didn’t. I just knew how beautiful those kids were, and how full of life they were. it is unthinkable, how things are just not what they seem to be.
in all of these cases, one thing is for sure: victims protect their abusers. 99% of them go to their grave protecting them. and regardless of why, they betray themselves as well as society in a double-betrayal when they hide their secrets. of course, they are just doing what they were trained to do — that is what abuse does. but it is super important to note, that the majority of people walking around outside who have any history of abuse, are not only not honestabout it (again, for a variety of reasons), but they will find other people to project their untold truths onto. this is dangerous. it’s dangerous for everyone. and I see it constantly. and I wonder where the line of accountability is, for people to stop pointing the finger at others when their own sexual offender lives in the same house as them. or funds their life. isn’t that like committing a metaphoric triple homicide? you betray yourself, you betray the truth of the family, and you betray others going through the same thing by placing that blame somewhere more convenient…lying to oneself — NO MATTER THE REASON — is literally the definition of evil.
it is a standard operating tool of the brain to displace traumatic events and identify others as perpetrators when they are, in fact, NOT perpetrators. when I was 20 I had this (platonic) girlfriend. every time she drank, she accused me of hurting or offending her. it got to the point in which I wrote her a letter explaining why I could not be her friend anymore. I did not understand her behavior at the time. she went on to have a string of three engagements to AMAZING men: she did the same thing in each relationship. just as things were about to get good, she flipped a switch. she made every single person her perpetrator. I felt so sorry for her, watching this happen from afar. she was and is gorgeous. I used to want to look like her, to have her confidence, to have her wardrobe, to have her possibilities. I would never trade places with her now. I see her alone and flailing with no roots. no therapy or proper self-reflection (it is very important to note that a LOT of these completely unhealed people move into positions of “healer” or “therapist”!). and I understand her. she is a good person. but she will not face her truth. and that is the only way out…
we suffer grave injustice, not to suffer it — but to do something with it. each of our internal moral compasses is tested, constantly, in different ways. the bottom line is to face fear, not run away from and with it. and abuse of the nature that I am describing here creates the most atrocious fear I could imagine feeling. but it is a chance to energetically end the cycle, not just for oneself but for others. when we cower in tribal shame, protecting the tribe, we are throwing many innocent victims whom we have never met, right under the bus. sometimes being a victim isn’t about being a victim — it is about being a perpetrator…a perpetrator with the opportunity to stop perpetration via willingness to face the fact that s/he is a victim. and then do something with that truth.
victim consciousness is born from trauma. we experience this in different ways, and at different times. some of us experience it from our very first breath on planet earth (this is the most difficult to ever recover from, and very few do — the ones who do, end up leading others to their ultimate healing path).
when we are traumatized, we are a “victim”. and after that point, unless we do the kind of work necessary around that trauma to reorder the algorithms in our brain chemistry that are keeping the emotional resources separate from the concept of time, we stay in victim mode. when we are tired of being in victim mode, we may either become an addictive rescuer of others, OR, we may become an addictive persecutor of others — simply to perpetuate the trauma from different angles and re-experience it in order to “solve” it. in any case, we will alternate between the three roles in effort to “escape” our situation. the problem with this is, the situation is not happening anymore. unless, of course, it is happening in our MIND because we are “triggered” and we don’t even know it.
I’ve been reading self help books for over twenty years, trying to make sure I’m “right” in the mind. draw your own conclusions as to why, and read the rest of my blog for more detail. I grew up wanting to rescue others, when in fact I needed to (and deep down wanted to) rescue myself. I started as a psychology major at Northeastern University, and two things happened; one, I was so deeply in active trauma (which I buried in socializing and alcohol) that I could barely focus enough to properly attend class and study. two, the boxes and rigid nature of clinical psychology bothered me — because I saw so much more. and, what is most lucky about the fact that I did not dive into “helping” people immediately post college which is an age that any early life trauma that has occurred is STILL occurring because the brain is actually still forming, is that I had a lot of time to sort through my own messes and see what was actually going on…by reliving the trauma versus compartmentalizing it and becoming a “therapist”.
in my 20s I relived my trauma over and over and over again. I predominantly attracted abusive people, addicts, and absolute psychopaths into my life. it all felt totally normal, and I never saw who/what they were until I SAW — which, of course, was always devastating. I had never witnessed a healthy dynamic of any sort in my life, and so I didn’t know where to begin. I didn’t even know what was happening. I was destitute in a variety of ways for much of my 20s (while also finding ways to blow off steam socially), and yet also DRIVEN. just like my early life, I never gave up. I went to Alanon when I couldn’t afford therapy (which was nearly all of the time), and when I did make it to a few therapists, all of them except for two were batshit crazy. the turning point for me, to realize that I was not crazy but that I was continuing to surround myself with very crazy people, came when I met a top therapist on the upper east side. it was only one session, because I begged a “loved one” to pay for it as I felt so close to the edge. I’m not sure what I expected, as I consciously knew I would not be able to ever afford to go back, but I went anyhow. when they say “you get what you pay for”, THIS was the proof in that pudding statement. this man (therapist) heard my story for about 15 minutes, and simply said, “there is nothing wrong with you. you are in a regression of your past”. the way that he looked at me was so clear. it was a look that I was only familiar with when it came to former bosses (I had some wonderful male role models as bosses in my 20s!), and maybe a few teachers. the look said: I see you — you are a wonderful person. I never forgot that therapist (it was the first and last time I saw him), and I took his words as well as his unspoken words to heart. this would be my turning point. and, it is worth noting, that when you are intrinsically sane but you have only known crazy, all it takes is one other intrinsically sane person to help you begin to leave the crazy that you know. this, has shown up in my work repeatedly and it is the most extraordinary aspect of what I do.
I began to recognize my patterns, but I still didn’t understand how they were forming and how my FEELINGS about the trauma that would seem to repeat out of nowhere and “find” me, were connected to my past trauma. I lived in a degree of victim consciousness because of the RELATIONSHIP to the past and present that was active in my mind — in other words, every time that something familiar and traumatic happened in my then present tense life, I experienced the emotion I did as a very young being. I did not know how to separate the two (event versus feeling). this, as well as any other way that we re-create our own trauma, is victim consciousness. and it’s incredible to try to come out of — particularly when we are intelligent.
the first time that I witnessed myself “leave” some of my victim consciousness, was around age 30. I was in contact nearly every day with the CRAZY that had shaped my entire life, and it drove nearly every thread of adrenaline in my body just as it had as a small child. I had done a great job at physically getting away from my trauma, but the reverberation was just incredible. in my particular case, and at that time, I still had the ultimate crazy double-bind persecution coming at me about who I was, how I lived, what I wore, what I looked like, what decisions I made, etc — as an adult. I was brainwashed into thinking (because it was stated over — and over — and over again) that I would “never ever make it on my own” and that I would always need someone to help me. the learned helplessness that I was attemptedly taught, however, only worked to a point. there came a day upon which I didn’t want to learn it anymore. and so, I LET GO. and I mean — LET GO. I decided simply not to listen to the brainwashing that was coming at me as an attempt to hold me prisoner forever. and in not listening, I had to do something else — I had to face the fear that had been PLANTED inside of me at my first breath: that I could not make it on my own. the funny thing is, I am so independent. my intrinsic self KNEW that this washing of my consciousness was a lie, BUT, it was embedded in me. and so, I had to learn how to separate my traumatized FEELINGS that came from past trauma (and were still being iterated daily from sources beyond me) from my then current circumstance. I mentioned I was destitute — this meant that I had run out of means to support myself at that time due to where I was at in my life with career (and of course, incredible PTSD). this, of course, was a consequence of the past — being told since my first breath that I could not make it alone. and then, to boot, being severely punished and persecuted for it. there was no way out. but this time, as I faced housing court in New York City, I decided that it was an omen as well as an opportunity; I decided that if I could make it through this and not die, and I could CHANGE the way I felt about what was happening, I could move mountains. and, I did.
I decided that I would take the feeling of guilt and shame, that was planted inside of me to control me my entire life, and separate it from my current circumstance. I was still confused as to how everything connected together, but I thought, if I can literally GIVE UP this particular aspect of guilt and shame around my CURRENT situation, then I can get clearer on the past — and then I can begin to move forward. I decided that I was not going to feel like a victim. the fact was, at that time, that I was late a number of times on my rent payments. in tandem, the landlord wanted to make more money off of the apartment by moving me out, and started to find ways to get me to court. initially, all I cared about was making the landlord happy because he represented an authority figure to me (my greatest fear). so, I initially signed anything he wanted me to (one of them being a judgement against me — I didn’t even know what I was signing). but then, I realized that I shouldn’t be persecuted simply for being late when I was communicative and honorable. I already knew that many of the things about that apartment building were illegal, not to mention necessary repairs that were often not made at my request, and I decided to fight back. I contacted a prior tenant whom I found in the white pages, and she told me horror stories about the building and the apartment I lived in at that time — which was actually her former apartment. and, she had successfully sued the owner of my building (back in the 90s). she told me that I was being bullied and that they were not legally allowed to do what they were doing to me. so, I took her to court with me. and, I brought the lawyer she used in the 90s to win her case. let’s just say that the problem was solved and I was harassed no more. I wasn’t evicted, we reached an agreement, and I was able to move. now the KEY ingredient here, was my willingness to RISK letting go of the debilitating, traumatizing feeling of absolute helplessness and fear (not to mention incredible fear of speaking up for myself, as the consequences were physically and mentally DIRE for me as a young person) that I had been programmed with my entire life as a way to keep me dependent upon crazy. the door to pass through with this key, was my then current circumstance. and when I turned the key and unlocked the door, I saw how what I was feeling versus what I was actually going through were two different things. I DID have control. I WAS capable. I DID deserve autonomy. I DID deserve safety. I DID deserve a better environment. I had moved the dial in the back of my programmed mind, and some of the outdated programs were thankfully no longer working.
there is a story about an elephant who is chained to a tree at a young age, and then unchained. when he is unchained, he still stays by the tree even though he knows there is no chain. in his unconscious, he believes he is chained to the tree. this is what it feels like to be a victim of trauma, despite KNOWING that the present tense is not the same. and what’s more, is when the present tense resembles or illicits, in any fashion, a feeling from the past — the two timelines just automatically conjoin and get totally muddled and confused. this is the reason that the majority of people walking our planet are in active victim consciousness. they can’t tell the difference between the past and the present. and I understand.
after I was able to “break free” by risking all of the potential “realities” (aka terrifying punishment) that would come from all of the lies that I was told about myself, I experienced an incredible transformation in my life. but, there is always more work to do. there were still unconscious triggers that were just tremendous, and I still had trouble separating them. but then, I reached a new plateau. this plateau came on the heels of repetition of the same patterns (we all complain about not being able to break patterns — well this is the bane of my HE™ work!) to an absolutely ridiculous proportion, at which point in time I had nothing left to do other than ask: what am I not seeing here? what I saw, relates to my last post about evil. I saw that, since I had already done what I was supposed to do in terms of (physically and in all ways) separating myself from the source of my trauma and traumatic conditioning, I had reached the next step because my mind felt safe enough to take it. I saw that all of my current circumstances, whatever they were, existed on the planet for ANYONE to experience — not just me. I saw that they were bad experiences, yes, but that they were available to ANYONE — not just me. I always say this: first we attract where we have come from, and THEN we attract what we ARE — if we have enough courage to transcend where we come from. I looked around and realized that I was no longer confused about my present tense circumstances (for certain, victimizing circumstances) and my early programming for shame, guilt, failure, defeat, dependency, disaster, chaos, and self-blame. and then, came the next step.
once I saw the separation of the timelines that do indeed get crossed whenever we experience trauma, I had the ability to decide how to FEEL about the present tense. I had reached a level at which I could distinguish the past from the present, and I was so excited about that fact. as I looked at my situation — I was the victim of theft, betrayal, censorship (still happening!) — there was simply nothing personal about it. all of the idiots that I had come across exist out there in the world regardless of me. it was just that I had over-identified with those idiots and crazies, because it was all I had known up until a point. the familiarity was the crippling part, but I had moved the mountain that was blocking my view from the fact that IT ALL HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH ME. I was just there. I didn’t have to relate the present to the past — with the exception of understanding how I was continuing to experience similar events with the same level of emotion.
when we escape the confusion of trauma timelines, and do not re-create trauma via transference, we are free. free to choose, next, how to feel about xyz. again, this may all make sense logically or consciously, but when the trauma triggers are activated it does NOT distinguish. and it doesn’t matter how smart you are or how old you are or how achieved you are. you can’t beat trauma with intellect or “experience”; you can only beat it by taking risks that feel very scary to the brain, and by being honest with yourself. the few of us who can do those things — even if they take decades — will experience a freedom that very few will ever know.
as current difficult circumstances arise in my life, and they always will because I am, after all, ALIVE, I know that I must always know the difference between the past and the present in order to break a pattern. we receive traumatic patterns for the very PURPOSE of breaking them. again: first we attract where we have been, and then we attract what we are. and to be frank, some people are simply shitty. and so they will have shitty lives. you will witness this by the fact that they refuse to help themselves, refuse proper therapy, and refuse to be honest (that part is hard to discern if you have only known dishonest people, but you can refer to this article of mine for more information). as strange as it seems, some people really DO love to be miserable.
our ability to move out of victim consciousness when we are, in fact, a victim of a current circumstance, is related to our ability to really distinguish and KNOW the past. as I keep saying, most people never get there and they have no idea they are making eternal loops. but if you have done the work, done the therapy, done the self-introspection, then you are either close to being there or you are already there and ready for that next key step. it’s easy to mentally and emotionally re-victimize ourselves when something reminds us of a trauma — such as ongoing psychological and physical abuse, rape, incest, losing a baby, and so forth. but, we don’t have to stay prisoner to what once happened, if we are willing and able to take that leap and see that our CURRENT circumstance is truly a random act from God, asking us to get clear on what is what in order to move on. as with any trauma, betrayal or victimization, I ALWAYS say demand justice (and we can’t demand justice without first getting healthy angry!) — just be sure you know which timeline each feeling resides in, so that you do not waste added energy or time. and when you can empower yourself by getting clear on the past in the way that I describe, the power to deal with the present is INCREDIBLE — after all, you have already transcended the same “thing”, which will never be as hard as it was the first time to transcend.
once we know the difference between the timeline/s of our trauma in relationship to our feelings in the present tense about ANY xyz thing, we are free to choose what definition we give to it.
while much of what I write about IS in fact heavy, or could be considered to be heavy by some, I avoid sensationalized topics/events/politics for a whole variety of reasons. that said, when I feel pulled from my core (not my mind) to write on something that comes close to what may serve as to some peace of mind for others, I write it. for example, I have a post about Hollywood that I wrote pre-HW (I don’t even like to write out their names) explosion, and right now that post is private. I am working on monetizing certain posts, because I give away SO much in my blog and certain posts should simply be monetized.
this morning, after meditating and gaging the so-called energy of the day, I opened my twitter account (I really avoid the news, in general, for the very good reason that I do not want it setting the tone for my day and a lot of it is pure garbage anyhow). the first thing I noticed was the interview and energy of one young woman named Jennifer. and for starters before I go into that, while I find particular movements to be valuable, I am also acutely aware of the fact that there are many people who take advantage of them. by lying. for MANY different reasons, too. blanket statements and movements are difficult in this way, and I prefer to look at EVERYTHING and everyone in life on a case by case basis. a person is different than a concept or an idea. they are an individual, made like no one else on this planet. it is important to see every person, and every situation, as totally unique. so when I saw Jennifer speaking to a news correspondent about her ordeal with JE (again, not interested in giving the vibration of this person’s name a platform here, but if you do watch the news and even if you do not, you can google it), I could almost feel the entire sequence of events that she went through. I don’t always feel that way, because there have been too many other people who LIE. on national television. to the world. because they are shameless and politically-driven. sometimes bought and paid for. obviously. anyway…