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theindiansmrs — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 23:36:55 +0000

Im in a concentration camp except its in my own home. In my own life. Nothing changed except shes gone. And I am left tortured. Surrounded by people that dont give a fuck, including my own family. The world goes on. I am still in it but nothing is the same. even when it is. Shes gone. And I cant stop the abuse.

Letter to the European Court of Human Rights.

theindiansmrs — Sat, 19 Jun 2010 10:22:06 +0000

Message: I am writing to you as I do not know what else to do. In 2008 my daughter was abused by school teachers . Illegally kept from me and falsely made terrified for her life. Because of this situation I became involved with social services and family courts. It is my best opinion that these services and courts have violated my family’s human rights. I have contacted government officials and the police who refuse to investigate or even respond to myself. I am physically assaulted in my own home by police and my daughter’s life has been at HIGH RISK. I believe I am involved in gross corruption by my governments own child protection services , the police and others. I am writing for assistance in protecting my child as I am not able to get legal assistance to protect and defend my family.
I believe this situation is common across the UK with families being publicly abused by government services. Please assist and advise

Thank you
S Holland

Posted By Ma Deva Sona

I am Here.

Inside this room, inside this body, inside this heart. bleating .
The world closed in.
Seeping through cracks in rocks I bleat . Reminding you I am here, whispering.
A whisper carried on the breeze of Butterfly Wings.
Wings returning to an Angel.
As We bleat, seep, whisper, and breeze.
I am Here.
Mum
x

Life is an aspect of consciousness

theindiansmrs — Fri, 18 Jun 2010 23:56:25 +0000

spinning, stabbing, screaming, torturous, tormenting hell.

There is no seperation. We are but part of the whole.

Spinning ,softening, gurgling waters falling casting rainbow.

I am Here

theindiansmrs — Fri, 18 Jun 2010 16:59:27 +0000

Inside this room, inside this body, inside this heart. bleating .

The world closed in.

Seeping through cracks in rocks I bleat . Reminding you I am here, whispering.

A whisper carried on the breeze of Butterfly Wing.

A wing returning to an Angel.

As we bleat, seep, whisper, and breeze.

I am Here.

Someones singing

theindiansmrs — Fri, 18 Jun 2010 16:36:55 +0000

if I could turn back th hands of time then my darlnig yod still be mine. Angel loves it, so do I. We are lost. Totally, drowning in shit and nonsense. My world is now one of absolute corruption and child abuse. Not to mention desperatly seeking peace. There were days when I didn’t know these things existed. I wonder if there will be days again when they do not. I am fearful I will never have that peace again.

Nelson Mandela

theindiansmrs — Fri, 18 Jun 2010 08:05:24 +0000

Life was wiped out and the Fuschias stopped growing. I hope next Summer the flower fairies will have returned, along with my Daughter and her Heart. Its been two years now. I don’t want to do another.

They violated, imprisoned and destroyed us.

I want her back. Safe. Loved.

What will become of this corruption I find myself in. How may it end, releasing children home to their MUm’s ?

Who do we turn to when it is the government doing the abuse ?

Nelson Mandela ?

1LOVE!

theindiansmrs — Thu, 17 Jun 2010 19:45:45 +0000

They pinned him there. Arms open to love. Allowing his body to know all. Legs serpent under him a Kundalini fire.

Every cell of humanity now knows deepest suffering in the extremities of hell, softened by magical Goddess glow, allowing all of light to be known, always beside the darkest hell fires. 1LOVE!

Crucifiction is such a Blessing upon Jesus. To know love Absolute. Supported only in his darkest hour by his Mother’s Love. A Love without condition He Now may shine amongst us. Silently being LOVE. We may follow his wake.

It started with coffee

theindiansmrs — Wed, 16 Jun 2010 21:08:18 +0000

and breakfast with a rasta revolutionary that I met in the streets. An Angel. He introduced me to Dylan and Marley. Two more Angels. I told thme about Levi. Another one.

I had an amasing panic attack both inside and outside the doctors. I danced and dined on amsing foods and played with smiley D’s kids. Yum

mucho

theindiansmrs — Wed, 16 Jun 2010 21:03:50 +0000

SO much happened.

Uttering Love

theindiansmrs — Wed, 16 Jun 2010 06:36:48 +0000

Unfolding in play. They do not understand.

They lost their inner child.

Mine makes them smile with love.

And immediately frown, when all their obstacles to love smack them in their face, and they groan. It makes me think I’m not Angelic. Which is exactly how I am.

I dare stand before them in darkness, holding out my hand, uttering LOve .

And the occasional “go screw yourself”, collapsing in a pool of bloody wound :)