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It is frequently reported that when ‘tests’ come into our lives their benefit is that they can make us spiritually stronger — depending on how we approach the test.  Trial by fire – to purify steel.  Trial by pressure – to purify coal.  Whatever!  Nothing enjoyable about this — except the slight hope that I might be a changed and better person after my proverbial inner boat stops — sinking!!

I am, since yesterday’s fiasco as posted here –

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in the midst of a ‘test’.  How useful this information might be to somebody else I cannot tell.  It might be helpful to me to write something here about what I am experiencing more than 24 hours after the encounter written about in this post mentioned above.

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I can write intelligently about the experience of trauma from child abuse – sometimes.  But not right now.  Having that sobbing terrified young woman walk into my yard yesterday to ask me for help has rocked my emotions so intensely that I could be ashamed of myself — if I didn’t know that what I am going through is what I am going through — because I need to.

Dr. Allan N. Schore describes in his writings that everyone who ends up with an insecure attachment disorder ALSO has an empathy disorder.  This is what – most simply put — I am experiencing.  I am unable to separate my own feelings that come from being severely abused from birth to age 18 by my psychotic insane mother from what I witnessed yesterday as this child, Sabrina, came to me for help that I could not provide.

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Empathy difficulties start VERY YOUNG with children who do not have safe and secure attachments (since birth) with their earliest caregivers.  SEE:  *Preschooler empathy

I went to work at my friend’s laundromat and cafe today.  I have never in my whole life experienced the degree of HOT anger about child abuse as I have today.  I talked to my wise friend off and on all day about the need to remove extreme emotions (and ways how to do this) so that the TRUTH of what is going on can be found.

I scrubbed with meticulous and very energetic effort every washing machine and drier in the laundromat today.  I scrubbed every dish and pot and pan in the cafe.  I HAVE calmed down, but what I experienced today surprised me.

NEVER have I allowed myself to be angry at my mother for what she did to me.  Oh, I work at informed compassion toward her.  I work at forgiving her.  I work at everything I can think of to make the intensity of my own feelings vanish as if they never exist.

I was never angry at Mother during all those years she force fed me terror and trauma.  I rationally insist to myself that any anger I might feel has no value to anyone.  “Righteous indignation” against wrongs that breach sane and right conduct — well, that I can condone.  But not the truth of how angry I have been today.

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I lived numb for the first half of my life.  Then I sought ‘help’ toward healing, and gradually my numbness has dwindled away.  Tonight I WANT IT BACK!

My Posttraumatic Stress was activated yesterday beyond anything I have experienced before — ALL OF IT!

When I finally tracked down the deputy today that I spoke with regarding this abused child yesterday — I asked him if the scenario would have played itself out differently for this child if I had called 911 rather than their dispatcher.  I was told NO – it is completely legal for parents to ‘spank’ their children in Arizona as long as the ‘spanking’ is not done in anger.

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The mother of Sabrina immediately packed her children in her vehicle and headed over the border into Mexico yesterday where Sabrina will never be able to call 911 for help as the deputy told her to do yesterday ‘should violence happen’.

I feel like a spinning top.

In full motion.

I feel as though a bomb has exploded with me at the center of it.

I have lost my equilibrium — and no matter how much I pray — there is no magic bullet appearing to ‘fix’ me right now — let alone the child whose fate I have no control over.

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Lest I try to bombard myself with shame over my inability to recuperate from my own severe traumatic reaction to a beautiful child’s severe trauma, I swing over for a moment to read something like this about the very real KINDLING I am experiencing right now (and this is ‘the tip of the iceberg’):

Subcortical Brain Structures, Stress, Emotions, and Mental Illness

Winifred Gallagher explains kindling in an article in The Atlantic Monthly, “How We Become What We Are” (September 1994). Gallagher writes:

“Over time, repeated stressful experiences can literally, not just figuratively, alter the nervous systems of the temperamentally vulnerable. Animal research has shown that when a rat is given a small shock, it shows no marked reaction; when exposed to such stressors for five consecutive days, it shows signs of the stress response; when exposed for seven or eight days, the rat has a seizure, and thereafter this ‘kindled’ animal will seize with little or no provocation. Experiments of this kind are of course not done with people, but Philip Gold and other neuroscientists now think that in human beings, too, by triggering a cascade of chemical reactions, serious chronic stress, particularly in early life, causes changes in the way genes within a brain cell function, permanently altering the neuron’s biology. Because they require a particular type of input to turn on or off, only some of a neuron’s thousands of genes, each of which is involved in some aspect of cellular structure or communication, are activated at any given moment. When a temperamentally vulnerable person is constantly bombarded with upsetting stimuli, Gold says, the genes that get turned on are those involved in the cellular components of the stress response.”

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I may be the only person Sabrina has ever encountered who BELIEVES her and LOVES her!  Did she understand this from the so-short time she was able to be at my house yesterday before the horrible witch came to drag her back to her lair-of-hell?

But, Sabrina is NOT the main issue right now.  My own recovery – and what I can learn and heal about myself right now – is my main issue.  On Monday I will find Sabrina’s probation officer – and do what I can working CALMLY with that channel on Sabrina’s behalf.

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I just spoke with Ramona, my daughter, and found myself telling her that 99.99999999999999999% of what I went through as a child will not be known by anyone in this lifetime — except by someone like this child who knows – because she is living a similar reality.  This is the first time in my life I have been faced with a mirror of my young self in the depths of such crisis.

I found a spiritual writing recently that talks about how people who leave this world with their soul pure will be met in the next world by the Concourse on High.  This Concourse is made up of every pure soul who has passed on throughout all human time.  They will listen to everything we have to tell them about what we have gone through in this lifetime.  I want to be a pure soul when I leave here.  I want to have this conversation in the next world.

This is the ultimate goal of all I do to heal myself in this lifetime, and of all the spiritual growth I hope I am doing here.  I do not wish for my soul to be contaminated by any emotion, thought, reaction or action that depletes me where it matters to me most.

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So my despairing anger I felt when I discovered today that it’s OK for parents in Arizona to ‘HIT’ (bully and terrorize) their children — and then when I searched online and found this is just as legal in every state in our nation — cannot sit in my heart and turn rancid.

SEE –

From the EDUCATIONAL website –

KIDJACKED:  To seize control of a child, by use of force

Spanking Laws

State by State — United States statutes as they pertaining to spanking and child abuse

I have a lot of letting go to do in the next few days.  As I told my laundromat friend today, this is BIG for me.  This experience is changing me.  I will never be the same person again once I have processed the depths of what having Sabrina walk into my yard yesterday has triggered for me.

I pray for that child.  Anyone reading these posts about her who can, please pray for this child, too.  There is too much I don’t understand about the big picture.  I have to believe that prayer helps us all.

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Two hours ago a neighbor girl who turned 17 a month ago came to me for help.  I will call her Salina.  She was sobbing, her eyes puffy and red with crying.  I tore off my gardening gloves and ushered Salina into my home as I patiently listened through such sad tears to the story this young woman had to tell. I have known this girl since I moved here when Salina was ten.  She is one of the sweetest girls I have ever known — and she is being pushed to the absolute edge of what she can stand to tolerate in her home and from her mother.  Because I am and will always be an advocate for the children, I believe what Salina told me. She came asking me to help her locate a telephone number for her probation officer.  She says her mother has the number and mother says Salina has it.  OBVIOUSLY Salina does NOT have this number! Salina was in a fight last December than put her ‘in trouble with the law’.  I am hoping that there will at least be some kind of advocacy for Salina through this channel. This child is exhausted.  Tired of trying to win against her mother who gave birth to this daughter at age 16.  (There are six other children in the family.) Salina wants to go to jail.  What kind of home life does a child have who desires escape that badly?  She told me she did run away once.  To her grandmother’s house, “But that didn’t work out.  My mother told all kinds of lies about me.” Salina says at that time she reported abuse to Child Protective Services (CPS).  She showed them photographs of her bruises.  CPS still did not believe her.  They told her if she has a roof over her head and food to eat she should consider herself lucky.  Basically, they told her to shut up and be happy with her situation. “I can’t stay there any more.  I can’t stand it there any more.  I need someone to please help me,” Salina pleadingly sobbed to me. I sat the child down, gave her water, a box of kleenex – and tried to get her help. I called the Sheriff’s office, spoke with a Deputy – who called Salina’s mother who was not home when Salina came to my house.  I asked, and was told under no circumstances could I keep the child safe and protected in my home.  The deputy warned the mother not to hit her child.  He told the child to call 911 if she was hit.  What are the chances her mother would hand her the phone, I wonder? Of course the mother sent clouds of dust swirling as she tore into her yard with her SUV.  She stormed over to my house to get her daughter.  “What are you doing with my daughter?” she screamed at me. With one ear I heard the mother.  With the other ear I heard the child.  Salina’s mother stood LIKE MY MOTHER WOULD HAVE — looking and sounding exactly like my mother as she shouted at her daughter past my garden gate to come home immediately. After the deputy had called her, Salina’s mother had called her other children – who supposedly had reported to her that Salina had ‘tried to choke’ her 8-year-old sister. Salina bravely tried to stand up for herself, “I did not!  They are all lying!  You told them to lie about me.”  Her mother insisted all the children told her they had seen this happen.  Through her tears Salina tried to tell her mother three of the five siblings weren’t even in the house.  Her mother did not listen. Again, I absolutely believe Salina.  I believe the younger children were emotionally blackmailed, emotionally bludgeoned into making up this story against their sister to ‘please’ their mother — upon whom they are desperately dependent. This depleted, beautiful breaking-apart child had no choice — and through her tears so thick she could barely see the ground to avoid sharp stones she most reluctantly and fearfully followed her mother back across the parking lot.  Salina had left home barefoot – terrified of her mother (who had threatened to hit her when she returned home) and seeking only a number to call her probation officer — ANYONE who would take her away from her misery at home.  (The deputy could not access that number.  Did he try?) Yes.  I saw myself at that age.  I felt the desperate pain and the hopeless despair, the absolute inability to fight and win any battle for self – ever. Today I clearly saw how trauma-rules apply even now — for a different child — and for me who would do anything to help her — as I find there is nothing more I can do.  Something is terribly wrong two trailers to the east of me.  Terribly, terribly wrong — and terribly wrong with a world that does not care. This child was a refugee seeking asylum.  I know this with the certainty with which I know my name.  I am not willing to be arrested to prove this point.  So, who will prove it?  When?  How?

I will track down and speak with that probation officer on Monday.

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I don’t EVER wonder ‘how they got this way’:

More Than 50% of Women on Parole or Probation Have Mental Illness 

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I could not ask Salina about this today – she was already far too upset — but I sure wish I could have —

Important info:

Spotlight on Child Sex Abuse: Minimizing the Risk to Children

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I am doing some study of a book that has traveled into my hands from the library of a woman who recently died of old age.  She gifted her library to her friends, and even though I did not know this woman one of the people she gifted with this book had a duplicate copy – so now I also have one for my own!

The copy I have is the 1974 first edition of this:

Closer Than Your Life Vein: An Insight into the Wonders of Spiritual Fulfillment by Henry A. Weil

I have to say it will take me many hours of study to begin to comprehend what is being said by the author in this book.  Yet even this fact intrigues me.  I realize that there was probably nothing normal in my childhood.  Everything I experienced as a child throughout the first 18 years of my life was colored by Mother’s severe mental illness and by her severe abuse of me that was a result of her illness.

So much of what children learn comes from both how they are treated and by how they see those around them treat other people.  I am wondering today if most of what I learned about how to be a human being came from watching how my mother and my father treated my siblings.  I was the chosen child for abuse and hatred.  My siblings were spared as they had different parents – in all reality – than I did.

I never envied my siblings.  My abuse began when I was born.  I was literally BORN to my ‘station’ in life.  I never knew anything different.  I did not have any information available to me that would have let me know that what was happening to me was wrong or abusive.  What happened to me was simply my reality.

Most of what could happen positively in the world of humans I watched as if I was watching a movie — as I watched my mother (especially) interact with her other children.  The OTHER mother, my mother, was an entirely different person than was the mother my siblings had.  Even now as I track back what I know of humans I am mostly at a loss for how people (even myself) think, make choices, feel, act and change.

This little book I am studying addresses these aspects of being human, yet it is written as most books like this are, for people who did not grow up in hell instead of home like I did.

At least I know now that I was raised in what could best be called an alternative universe.  I understand that much of what feels like ‘depersonalization’ and ‘derealization’ that experts ‘associate’ with ‘dissociation’ exist in my experience of reality because I now live in a world so vastly different from the one I left at age 18 that it seems nearly impossible to connect these extremely different worlds.

I have never found an author who writes about the experience of abused and traumatized children who suffered from massive doses of being isolated.  I doubt now that I will ever find such writings.  I am on my own in trying to comprehend what the forced isolation Mother did to me — did to me.  No book I have ever read about ‘being human’ speaks of what isolation does to a little person.  I was not formally ‘a wild child’ or ‘a closet child’.

For anything like ‘normal’ I did get to watch my siblings grow up in their universe which was so different from mine.  But I guess at least this benefit allows me room to stretch in my efforts to understand something about where most people ‘come from’.

I most fortunately did physically escape my childhood in hell when I was 18.  It did not kill me.  But it sure left me with a whole lot of unanswered questions that no one I have ever met has answers for — unless I seek for my answers in a spiritual direction.  It is not surprising I guess to find that most often that is the direction I turn to in my studies about what being a human being even is.

For most ‘ordinary’ infant-children direct experience with human monsters is the exception.  In the experience of severely abused infant-children, direct experience with ‘sane people’ hardly exists at all — or the little people would be rescued – and spared.

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I am about to join a woman in my neighborhood for lunch at our local golf course.  Perhaps we will turn out to be friends.  Both she and I have a history with weaving, spinning and other fiber arts.  I need a jump start in that direction.  I enjoy weaving.  I detest warping the loom (a time consuming and unbelievably tedious task!).  I also am of such a practical bent that if I can’t figure out something useful to weave – well – obviously, I will not weave at all.

It seems only by same strange twist of fate that the oldest golf course in Arizona is in our small unincorporated town of 700 here on the Mexican-American borderline.  I am not a golfer – but in the interests of lunch I will head over there in a moment or two.

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An old friend asked me an interesting question in an email last night:  “I THINK IT INTERESTING THAT THINGS OF THE SPIRIT ARE SO STRONGLY ON YOUR MIND.  HAS IT ALWAYS BEEN THAT WAY?”

Always is a very long time – but my instant answer is “yes.”  Having spent the first 18 years with insanely abusive Mother making sure I was in HER personal hell instead of herself – growing up didn’t let me move far off my own personal center.  And seeing how my soul is at my center — well, there was nowhere else I could go – evidently – but forward in that direction!

So – I see myself as fortunate beyond belief!  It’s a mystery to me – all of it — but I am OK with that.

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POST TWO:  This is a complex posting in two parts that refers to a topic so vast and complex that I cannot really even begin to address it – no matter how I might try.  The first writing today lies below in POST ONE.  This section will be my attempt to try to describe in part what has been occupying my sleeping-dreaming time throughout the past two nights.

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These words I write here are simply my attempt to describe how I comprehend what I have been dreaming about and do not reflect anyone else’s ideas.

In the dreams I have been shown a vast interlinking highway that comes to me in words as “a spiritual internet of thought” to which “on ramps” and “exit ramps” are being built.  There are masses of people intently hard at work on the construction of this system.  Although in many ways this “internet” is not unlike what we know of the internet we use in this material world, the one in my dreams is also entirely different.

This spiritual internet is absolutely – and I mean absolutely protected by God.  It cannot be accessed in any way by any human being who does not have pure loving good intentions concerning all aspects of this linking system.  It is not liable to any failings of any kind because it does not exist in the material world.

In my dreams it seems that it is mostly women who are concerned with the use of this system of thought.

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For background, readers might wish at some point to read some of the information contained here:

LINKS HERE TO FOLLOW FOR DESCRIPTION OF ‘WOMEN’S QUALITIES’ AND WHAT THEY MEAN FOR THE FUTURE OF THE HUMAN RACE

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The dreams are about what is needed to nurture humanity in every necessary way.  The dreams tell of very difficult transitional stages in its evolution that the human race is likely to go through in the not-very-distant future.  These struggles are birth pains which will end in the existence of peace on earth among humankind.

What will be required through these growth and developmental stages are the qualities humanity at present considers to be ‘feminine’.  Women also know how to sustain life on every level — and by accessing this “spiritual internet” I was shown in my dreams women will not only never forget what we already know, we will remember what seems now to have been forgotten, and we will share ALL THAT WE KNOW and all that we learn with each other (because there is no difficulty with transmitting information across time or space) when that information is needed — anywhere by anyone on the planet.

Men are not and will not ever be barred access to the information this “spiritual internet” holds — the requirement for purity of soul is the same — souls are without gender.  Information this “web” is providing specifically about nurturing humanity has yet to become common knowledge to men – but this is changing and will continue to do so.

That’s about it for the dreams.  VERY busy people.  LOTS of very busy people already know this system exists.  LOTS of very busy people are increasing ways to access the system, and are finding ways to use the information within that system for nurturing, healing and expanding the ever-advancing positive state of the human race toward its ultimate destiny of creating a peaceful global civilization based on true spiritual knowledge and practice.

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POST ONE:  This may be the strangest post I have ever written because it is based upon what I dreamt all night last night and the night before.  This post is based on what cannot be seen in this tangible, material world.  And it is based upon what I know about what I knew about a long time ago in the middle of my 7th year of life.

In some ways I have hopes that if I write this post the dreams of these past two nights will not come back to me.  In other ways I criticize myself, “Why, Linda, would you wish these dreams to disappear?”

My response to myself would be, “I don’t want these dreams if I am the only one having them.  I do not wish to have this kind of dream if it is nothing but pure nonsense.  The dreams speak of things too important for me to have them if there is nobody else to whom I can speak of them to, nobody else who will understand them.”

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At age 60, as I look back to something I knew at age 7, I know that it didn’t bother me in any way to know what I knew then nobody else I knew — knew it.  I know now that what I knew when I was 7 was absolutely true.  But back then I had no way to comprehend the implications or the ramifications of what I knew (though at 7 I didn’t even know that what I knew was something that even COULD be known!).

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What I have dreamt about these past two nights is connected, I strongly suspect, to what I knew when I was 7.  If this is true, then I feel as singularly alone with this information as I was at age 7 — only now as an adult I recognize such strangeness when I detect it!

I spoke to no one about what I knew at 7 because it never entered my mind to put that awareness into words.  Now I at least dare to write here about something that I could class as a being a riddle more than anything else.

In the days when most believed earth to be the center of our universe, to speak otherwise was to either speak heresy — or a riddle.

In the days when most believed the earth to be flat, to suggest that the earth is round instead was either heresy — or a riddle.

What I knew at age 7 along with the expansion of that awareness through these two repeating dreams would, in today’s world, mostly be considered with the same dead-end, narrow-minded perceptions among nearly every human being alive.

*Age 7 – What I knew at Easter, 1959

But, most thankfully, not among ALL humans.  There are some people who have also been blessed (I can think of no other way to explain how it is possible to know something that is important and true way before the majority of other humans ‘get it’) with understanding truth that I have also been given to understand.

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I will never be able to say in this lifetime that I have honored to the best of my ability the truth that I have been blessed to recognize.  I come up very short when it comes to be able to live up to — inside and out — the guidance about spiritual matters that God has chosen to reveal to me (for reasons I will never know in this lifetime).

What I do glimpse in my understanding, and have glimpsed since I was in the middle of my 7th year of life, is that God put into action a great plan for humanity when He created us.  This plan has always been moving forward — and humanity with it.

This plan can be glimpsed by anyone who can read the prayer posted at this link with an open mind and an open heart —

*PRAYER – ALL HUMANITY HAS BEEN CREATED ‘FROM THE SAME STOCK’

Peace will come to this planet.  Peace will come to and through the one species that has been created with powers to access and to comprehend spiritual realities — the human race.  The choice has been given to us as to how the changes that need to happen will transpire.

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There is some very important information posted at this link:

*WOMEN’S ROLE IN ESTABLISHING WORLD PEACE

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Sometimes I wonder about the feelings that have no names, at least not that I can think of in English.  I suppose I could call this one I have today ‘the very windy day’ feeling.  Maybe the wind does bring feelings with it sometimes.

I remember this feeling even from my childhood.  Of course back then, it wasn’t just wind that brought it.  Being on the mountain side when the clouds were coming in low and piling up against the mountains at the end of the valley so that in moments I would be enveloped in fog so thick I couldn’t see the house when I was outside brought a very similar feeling.

Is this a sort of Oz-onian feeling as in being picked up by a gargantuan wind that rips one from all that’s familiar and sends you flying into a foreign world in another time and place?

Does this wind carry feelings from all of us from all around the world?  Does it bring with it a nameless kind of longing — for what?  For nothing that is – or can be – known?

I used to call this feeling my ‘wild’ feeling.  It used to come to me often when there was no wind at all on the outside of me — but oh boy!  There was this wind on the inside of me, making me feel huge inside – and empty – and alone.

Is this a wind that those upon sailing vessels in the middle of some vast unknown ocean used to pray for?

Is this a wind that promises change – some kind of change – change that is unknown because it is not here yet?

Howling wind, howling like the wolves did around us on the Alaskan mountain.  Howling like Banshees.  Howling like souls of the lost.  Howling that always carries some question, a question that is by itself voiceless, soundless, silent without the wind to carry it around like a bit of seed fluff nobody notices unless it lands on you or me.

Howling wind with echoes of heart aches for those we long for and miss, those we love forever, those who are not with us in the present moment in body with their smiles, their voice, their touch, their shadow that walks around with them – where we can see it.

Wind that crosses prairies, howls across wide open spaces, fills nooks and crannies with soil robbed from one place and carried vast distances to someplace else.

Wind that sends all but the strongest birds into hiding places among branches of trees until it is quiet again.  Wind that swallows shouts.

Wind that threatens to expose our secrets and the greatest mysteries of life.

These winds that remind of what is forgotten most of the time, remind of what is coming, of things that animals know like the coming of earthquakes, the coming of Tsunamis, the coming of the future and the leaving of the present into the past — where the past does not stay — because the wind knows where the past is — as it brings it swirling again around us on these days, these very windy days, in memories carried within feelings we cannot name.

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I am reminded of —

MY MOTHER’S DREAM – March 29, 1960
The whole family was out walking and suddenly we looked up to see a dark rainbow appear – then it got bright and behind it a skyline appeared outlining massive dormed buildings such as I’ve never seen and skyscraper bldgs – then it all disappeared and a big wind came.

We realized it was a hurricane. We could hardly stand up against the wind. We saw big apt bldgs on the sides of the streets but the entrances faced another street and we were on the wrong side. The wind grew stronger – finally a door appeared and we went in the bldg and the person asked us what was wrong? We told her of the great wind but as we pointed outside – all was silent and the wind was gone … and I awoke.

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My daughter, who is working on her doctorate (and who also has a two year old and is expecting her second child) sent me this link with some questions, I suppose, on both the accuracy of the information presented here and its usefulness:

Attachment: Why it’s crucial for your baby

My first reaction to even applying my thoughts to this website is that I am tired.  I am very, very, very tired of trying to think through to its truth the topic of infant attachment and I am tired of trying to imagine how the facts about this most important topic can be conveyed to ‘the public’.

Trying to see how anyone can write something even slightly intelligent (or useful) about ‘forming an attachment’ with a toddler without considering all attachments this little person either has had or has not had prior to that age makes me so tired I can hardly begin to think about how impossible ‘forming an attachment’ with a toddler would be if there has been no appropriate attachment from at least the instant it was born (actually, since conception).

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The first thing I would say to my daughter on the topic is the same thing I would say to anyone else who wishes to begin to think with any intelligence about the topic of early attachment.  It is not enough to allude to the early attachment research and theory.  In today’s world the beginning light of understanding about human attachment lies in the work of the developmental neuroscientists who are clearly speaking the truth about attachment – though (I would sure be tired if I were THEM) – so very, very few people wish to take the time and apply the effort it takes to understand what these people are saying.

Read these critically important articles by Dr. Allan N. Schore:

MOST IMPORTANT:

The Effects of a Secure Attachment Relationship on Right Brain Development, Affect Regulation, & Infant Mental Health

Followed by:

Attachment and the Regulation of the Right Brain

The Effects of Early Relational Trauma on Right Brain Development, Affect Regulation, and Infant Mental Health

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And check out these notes taken from Schore’s book, Affect Regulation and the Repair of the Self by Allan N. Schore (Apr 2003)

**Dr. Allan Schore on Emotional Regulation – Notes

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There is NO EASY WAY to understand what attachment actually is – or what it actually does!  In fact, without understanding what Schore is telling us about attachment, we will not really have a workable understanding of what attachment is.

We can say the following with understanding of what we mean without any scientific facts about what we are referring to:

“The sun came up.  It is day.”

“The sun went down.  It is night.”

If we only wish for a similar simplistic understanding of attachment we can rely on “pop” information such as is presented at this link:  Attachment: Why it’s crucial for your baby

If we want the truth, we will have to work for it.  Quality of early attachment determines how a human being’s body and brain will develop.  If we don’t care what that means – then what more can I say?

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