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“…if only you knew who you were, if only you knew what was in store for you, you would smile a lot more…”
Anonymous guru

Part I

The shamanic traditions are very clear on a very real paradox,
Unless the shaman is wounded in some serious way, how can he find the empathy within him/her to offer true guidance and reveal the path of healing to the sufferer?
David Cumes, is a beloved physician, in his writings, he vividly explores and explains the paradox of ‘the wounded healer’, how that most medical doctors are ‘wounded healers’ due to their rigorous and inhuman training, in order to qualify.

I am not a medical doctor, I hold a Ph.D. in Holistic Nutrition, but, I must confess, I too am I ‘wounded healer’. Oh, my odyssey gets better and better with time, as time is sometimes, not always, a great healer, but, being a perfectionist, I still feel I have a looooooong way to go…, a very, very long way… One day many years ago, I was counseling a 16-year old young woman who had just tragically lost her father. She listened respectfully to my erudite prating, but, suddenly, she asked me:
“Doctor, did you loose your father when you were 16, and were you a girl at the time?”
The stunning, but very profound question, humbled me, brought a few tears to my visage and shut me up. Why? Because, of course, I had not walked a mile in her shoes, and never would. Oh, my training had provided me with all the ‘right’ and ‘clever’ answers, and yes, they are, of course, academically correct, and valid, but, how, how, could I possibly look into the eyes of that child and candidly tell her she should listen to me, as I knew the way out… Hogwash!

Continued in part II

“…if only you knew who you were, if only you knew what was in store for you, you would smile a lot more…”
Anonymous guru

Flash-forward many more years to a suburb of Johannesburg, South Africa… I was walking along a dusty road with one of my six precious daughters, who, will, of course, remain anonymous. She had just lost her precious and wonderfully-healthy 32-day old baby girl to murder at the hands of our little angel’s biological father, a psychopath, who, in their right minds, would, after all, kill their own baby with their own hands? We had done our very unpleasant duty and finished with the 2-year court case, which sentenced the boy to 30 years in prison, and we had decided to go home to Africa, to, if at all possible, heal and find some meaning and hope to go on, though none of us felt like going on, we just wanted to join our celestial lost baby girl…

My very special and very gifted and talented and much beloved young daughter, was at last at the end of her tether, as she was torn in a gazillion different pieces from her fiery trial…, sans hope, sans feeling… At that point we were in a field, suddenly, she just sat down… The field was a typical African field, I noticed, peripherally, broken glass everywhere, empty soda bottles, wrappers of all kinds, some blobs of human excrement here and there and the nauseating stench of human urine permeated the hot summer air…

I knew what was coming, devastated, I sat down with her, with a finality that alarmed my academic mind to say the least… we both just burst out in loud tears and inconsolable wailing, the great drops of our life force falling on the African soil upon which we were both born, and love so much… Luckily, the field was out of the way and no passers-by noted our rite of passage… No words were exchanged, we just emptied ourselves of the pent-up agony of our souls for the day, as it is not possible to gain total catharsis in a day, or a year or a life-time or two…, no, rather, like a volcano, you release what you can for the day, till the next eruption… incoherent phrases, like:
“Go on without me, please, Dad, just leave me here to die, I am not getting up again…”
“Never, my daughter, I will perish here with you…”
“Why Dad, why…”
“I have no idea, my daughter, none, whatsoever…”
“Am I such a great sinner Dad, that God had to take my baby away…”
“Of course not, my angel, you’re still a babe yourself…”

Continued in Part III

A Snatch away

"but I am innocent!"
my plight
so sudden left guttered

I am innocent
please help me

The tower stood, creeping before me

I knew it was

The penalty

The great key that opened my cage
Dark rank smell

A living hell

All sealed

The wax has dried

My final hours
tis here
Shall I reside

My plight
for this last moment

I shall not make a burden

"Still the bell tolled"

I grasped all I could
to squeeze all my good

Forgive those against me
I leave
To only be understood

I always believed

Then
The executioner's
Silent shout

"And the bell tolled"

Deep down in my wet, rat ridden
cell
dripping waters
slow growing
the mold within my walls

My optical vision
heart felt call
for a rat
I called Saul

Alive breathing a moment dear Saul
My only friend

What fear would he know of mine
to where I sit writing
awaiting my time

I'm about to be slaughtered

You love me I know
you live amongst the slime
My final days of this time

My time has come
The guards are here
You know I caused no crime

Off you go now
make sure you come back

For the innocence's like me

To share company
Of a crime
That was not as we see
ssshhh who would ever say

Hear Saul
my family starved

In beds of wheat
Sickness abound

Couldn't let it happen
it was only me
no body around

My love for you all

We ate well that night

Yes unmastered
To carry on with the peoples plight

Crushing apples
They wanted me dead

No worries
to the core
of old ways they bled

"I stole the apples I stole the bread
even chance of squirted milk
I stole upon my stealth"

Hiding in the rubbish dump
hide and seek
my friend beside me
Full tummy we had

Stirring..... soldiers noticed

Then his friend
shot dead

They were 14 years old
then

Incarcerated Paddy was
To slip away
Ships ahoy!

Such a young

Aged boy
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Sophia E
XX
For you My Paddy
My Grand Dad xx

talk to me l will listen you
a strange light in your eyes
make me feel your will your desire to talk to me
to tell me, our souls will become an unique soul
words wrapped
open your heart, talk to me l will listen you
about your disappoinments, about when the day fades in the night shadows
and you are crying alone
l know you don't wont that ppl see you in that way
don't you worry my son, even a man can cry
talk to me about that woman who betrayed you
or about that friend without honor unable to respect his word
don't feel shame on you, even a man can cry
let the light reborn in you
lay down the wall silent
let that your thought become word
and than talk to me

I am not perfect
I struggle inside
Being so strict
Your rules I can not abide.

My wings are bound
I struggle to breathe
Release my Lord
let me be freed.

Trying to leave
you block my path
Sitting in tears
you stand over me and laugh.

Out the door
you see me flee
Now who's the one
dancing with glee?

Part of my past
you have become
Your ingrained in our children
can your damage be undone?

a famous warrior wanted to make a fun of master oshiba,
he asked:
honourable master,give me a good reason to spare your life !
master oshiba replied :
have you the power to keep your mind still,just a second ?
the warrior took his sword and killed himself.

I work with the
elderly some times
you see they know
more than their
telling you or me.
For the stories
they tell are spoken
so well as if out
of a text book.
They remember the
times and things
they loved them
most, but certain
things are a ghost.
Their minds seem
fine certain parts
of the day when
nigh falls every
thing goes away.
Don't be sad theirs
moments you see
she certainly did
remember thee.
For in her world
she put herself
safe in her place
she knows so well.
Just believe she
is safe right now
for the Lord is
guiding hand shows
her how look up to
him and say a prayer
for today the Lord's
carries her there.
He picks up and
candles her in
his hand.
For the Lord is
guiding her through
her path until
her final walk
with him to heaven.

For in my family there
was none until you
came into my life and
i knew I could let my
guard down and let you in.
Your tenderness and loving
heart showed me i was to
be honored with your
presence and love.
You are part of my
chosen family who
showered me with
love and affection.
May God show me the
way to where he wants
me to be and the
family I am to have.
The people i am chose
for the rest of my family.

1. Rich, gives you 10,000 dollars a week to have fun.
2. Tells you he loves you.
3. Compliments you.
4. Doesn't yell or curse.
5. Cooks you steak and chicken on the grill.
6. Takes you on trips all over the USA and the world.
7. Visits you.
8. Respects mom.
9. Plays games with you.
10. Talks to you about your problems.
11. Eats meals with you.
12. You feel comforted by his presence.
13. You are not afraid of him.
14. He goes to church.
15. He is charitable.
16. He tells you stories.
17. He reads to you.
18. He gives you your first car.
19. He saves your life because you made a mistake.
20. He cleans your fish.
21. He takes you fishing.
22. He helps you get a job.
23. He adopts.
24. He care for his grandchildren and great grandchildren.
25. He doesn't see parenthood as a burden, but a gift.
26. His children don't need drugs to feel good.
27. He loves you.

If i could turn what i never had
Into fertile ground
Would the fruits of my labour
Be the sweetest ever found

Just one step a very small step
Into the direction i want you to be
Like old mate trying to break that horse
Dedication with no fee

Come walk this path beside me
Let us both understand
Lets share what we have joyously
On your journey to be a man

Together we can build
A relationship that will last
For when you have a family
You can delve into your past

Hopefully you will see
The energy i have spent
Nurturing what we have
For never will i relent

Come walk this path with me
Let us both understand
Lets share what we have joyously
On your journey to be a man