I won’t up angry. So angry that I had a sore throat.
Then I read this story about Tony Robbins being accused of misogyny and harassment and I feel vindicated because I’ve always disliked him. He never sat right with me and I didn’t have cause for it before……
Then Brad says “maybe he is innocent” and I fucking lose it on him. People LOVE to play that card. Which is completely statistically inaccurate. For every one false accusations, at least 100 victims do not come forward (I venture to say even exponentially more, probably thousands). False accusations are absolutely not the norm.
It’s like if a gaint corporation gets accused of embezzlement and fraud. No one says “They probably didn’t do it”, no! Most people say “I hope they fry.” or some similar head shaking and disgruntlement. Why is it we still don’t want to give victims credence? I’m not saying no due process. I’m not saying to immediately hunt down the accused and kill them. I’m simply saying that we should believe the person in the victim position, until it is proved otherwise….which again statistically speaking is usually not the case.
It is SO HARD for victims to come forward. It’s not for no reason that I personally know 4 grown women who were sexually abused by their own father’s and never told about it. I’m not saying don’t hold a place for possible innocence…..just ALSO hold a place for compassion and belief for the person who is voicing something that is really hard to voice.
Does anyone really think people WANT to come forward with accusations that are so damaging against the victim themselves and can have serious emotional, social, financial and more consequences. Sure. There are some idiots out there but definitely not as many as people seem to think there are.
But anyway none of this is why I was angry. Last night I went to bed asking God what I could do for my terminally ill client. She was coming right back in this morning after we got done at about 11pm last night and while the colonic had provided her with great relief I wanted to know if there was anything else I could do or say…..but nothing. Nothing came and I woke up feeling so angry. Not purposely. I just did. There was no foresight to it.
The session didn’t go as well as I had wanted but my main goal had been to pray for her today and do some energy clearing. I asked her and she seemed happy about it. I cleared some energy blocks and just asked God to do whatever God needed through me and my hands started to shake uncontrollably and all of a sudden a beautiful wave of deep calmness swept over me and I knew she was going to be fine.
I don’t have more words for that. The calmness reminded me of the look of complete peace and happiness my own grandmother had when she died of cancer in hospice. After her treatment she showed me her body wounds: the tumors, the screws sticking out of her neck, the gaping wounds where the cancer was just oozing out blackness. I generally don’t like gory things but this was different. This was like being a witness to her suffering. I mostly just listened to her and when I walked them to her car she said “I usually don’t do hugs, but I feel like we should” and I was so glad because I’m the same way and I felt the same too.
I told her how proud I was of her…..and of him….the man that has been with her through this journey and carried her around and helped her with her functions. They have a strength most people never have to know. And it was such a quiet moment when they left. And yes I cried.
Life sure can be shitty and unnecessarily so is the worst part. Unnecessarily so.
Hoping your day is full of quiet strength. 💖🙏🏽🌈🥰💋🌊