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I've always hesitated to offer detailed advice on Practical
Reparenting exercises.
However, the five "phases" outlined in the text below are a useful set
of guidelines, and I suggest you keep a printed copy of that text for
future reference.

There can be no wholeness, no true healing, without going down this
road and making your peace with the Universal Infant.

The intensity of my writings is explained by the build up of a vast
reservoir of unacknowledged, unexpressed emotion during the past
eleven thousand years of institutionalised child abuse in the
survivalist-mode mother-infant relationship.
That vast ocean of bewilderment, terror, grief and rage that every
human infant suffers as the toxic shame kicks in, and then is forced
to "forget" ... it came flowing through me because I was willing to
see it. Having experienced 1950s Ireland, where everything was false,
I love truth so much that I always welcome it, no matter how
embarrassing and inconvenient it turns out to be.

What is scary is the simplicity of the correct analysis and healing
formula, and the fact that the greatest minds humanity produced all
through the past eleven thousand years were silent on this. That too
is easily explained, with the help of Immanuel Velikovsky's "Mankind
in Amnesia."

Our civilisation is decaying in slow motion. The decay is
irreversible, the negative forces at work are irresistible. As the
months and years pass, and the pretence becomes more and more
difficult to maintain, there is the possibility that the simple
analysis and healing formula I offer will be recognised. There is no
copyright. Use it any way you like, for healing motives, and you don't
have to mention my name. Just have a heart, and make your peace with
the Universal Infant before the end comes.

[You need to take note of the five points contained in the following
text:]
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Whether you are a woman or a man, as a baby you stimulated your
mother's nipples, bringing your mother to a state of sexual arousal,
causing your mother's clitoris to become erect and engorged with her
blood.
[The only way that could have been avoided is if your mother were so
badly damaged emotionally that her body refused to respond to your
nipple stimulation as Nature intended.]
Alongside your delightful nipple stimulation, several times daily for
several months your mother gently caressed
your anus, giving you delightfully pleasurable sensations in your
anus, often accompanied by exchanges of loving eye contact and smiles
of delight between you and her.
The mother-infant relationship is great sex.
Or - another way of saying it - "the best days of my life were spent
in the arms of another man's wife: my mother."

To prevent you from returning her loving caresses, your mother
imposed
toxic shame, meaning shame that is not explained and has no basis in
logic or ethics.

Your intense urge to caress your mother's anus in the same way she
had
caressed yours was declared so shameful as to be unspeakable. She
rejected your love to reduce you to soldier material, to make war
possible.

CONVERSELY, THE ONLY WAY TO END ALL WAR AND TO BRING PEACE AND
HARMONY
TO THIS WORLD IS TO REUNITE YOUR MOTHER WITH HER ANUS.

It has to be faced.

To heal your personality and your civilisation, you need to do what I
have done:
relive your infancy with a surrogate mother, rediscover the intensity
of the love and adoration you felt initially for your biological
mother, before she declared your love for her to be obscene and
abusive, while divorcing herself from her anus, which you so much
longed to caress and pleasure for her.
And, after having rejected you and abused you in that way, bizarrely
your mother still demanded that you continue to love her just a
little
bit, now that she has shapeshifted into the untouchable, frigid,
anusless
madonna.

We have to face this some time.
This is our reality, the root of our perversion.
It has to happen some time.

When it does happen, when you are ready to heal, then, in your
Practical Reparenting exercises, there will be the following five
phases:

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1. You must first relive the ancient experience of the bliss and
harmony of the early months of the mother-infant relationship, a
magical, Garden of Eden / Golden Age era, lasting only a few months,
the first few months of your life. [During this phase you have little
or no power of movement. Do not seek to touch the surrogate mother's
body, apart from her breasts, during this phase.]

2. As stage (1) progresses, the infant increasingly is filled with an
intense LOVE and ADORATION for the mother, including - and this is
quite unavoidable - a powerful urge to imitate and repeat the
prominent experiences of early life, most urgently the impulse to
caress your mother's anus, so as to give your mother pleasure in her
anus in the same way she gave you such deightful pleasure in your
anus.

3. [As you, the infant you were so long ago, started to gain movement
and vocabulary, the toxic shame kicked in, with the purpose of
crushing the infant's primal love impulse and inverting the natural
law of 'imprinting' / brain wiring.]
For a brief time, the surrogate mother should re-enact the toxic
shame, pushing your hand away when you reach for her buttocks, perhaps
with the words: 'that's dirty' etc.
At this stage, your surrogate mother has become the focus of the
intense love and adoration you felt for your biological mother but
were forbidden to express.

4. Then the next phase is for you, the reclaimed infant of your past,
to be permitted to argue with the surrogate mother about the supposed
validity of the toxic shame, to question it, to state his/her case in
child-like logic, to make the surrogate mother understand what every
baby knows: that the most fundamental law of nature, the law of
'imprinting' requiring every organism to imitate and repeat early
experiences.... as well as the Golden Rule, which is the Law of
Love..... demand that babies be permitted to imitate and repeat the
most prominent experiences of early life, by returning the mother's
loving caresses exactly as given, and in particular the baby is
entitled to know the joy of caressing his/her mother's anus and seeing
the joyful expression on the mother's face as she appreciates the
pleasure in her
anus, just as the mother felt joy at the happy expression on her
baby's face as her baby enjoyed the pleasure the mother was giving to
her baby in his anus.
Read that again, to fully grasp it.

5. Your surrogate mother then surrenders to her baby's innate sanity
and inexorable logic, and agrees that you, her baby, have the right
to
imitate and repeat her loving caresses, in particular to pleasure your
mother's anus as your mother pleasured your anus.

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I have done it, with a surrogate mother.
If you have the courage to think for yourself and to let your inner
child BE, to let the child you were in your past LIVE, the child your
mother stifled with toxic shame... let that child inside you come back
to life and LOVE the surrogate mother as nature intended you to love
your biological mother.........


.......... then you will feel whole at last.

I'm not saying it's all easy and straightforward. Each person is
unique, largely a product of our experiences, and in some of us these
healing exercises will release powerful emotions.

Be careful.
You must stay away from Practical Reparenting if you are living alone
and if you do not have the emotional safety net of a lover who will
always accept you as you are, as long as you live, and never abandon
you emotionally.
We are fragile.
The later days of your infancy, as the toxic shame
hit, and afterwards, was a terrible time, so terrible you had to take
refuge from it in amnesia.
These exercises will bring home to you the obscenity of the mother-
infant relationship in its present form.
There is bewilderment, grief, terror and rage from that ancient time,
all of it denied.

But in the reparenting process there is also great joy as your
surrogate mother undoes the toxic shame and allows natural functioning
at last, allows you to express your love and adoration for your
mother, allows you to pleasure your mother's anus as she pleasured
your anus.....


Yet this is not to be entered into casually or carelessly.

It's emotional dynamite.


Be careful.

You must have an emotional safety net if you enter this territory of
Practical Reparenting.

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One thing you must understand is that "psychology" as taught in
universities [mainly to do with torturing white rats for sadistic
pleasure and nothing at all to do with healing], and the vast amateur
'therapy' industry out there, are false and want to suppress any
genuine movement toward the ultimate healing of our civilisation.
There is no money to be made from a healthy population.
A true healer will have the aim of making himself redundant and
unemployed and unemployable - as a healer - as quickly as possible.
Official 'psychology' and 'therapy' are facing firmly in the opposite
direction.
So if you mention any of this genuine, comprehensive healing formula
to that crowd, they will oppose it, sometimes quite hysterically.

So we keep coming back to the concept of 'coming out' one by one,
withdrawing one by one from the insane civilisation into which we were
born.


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The only way these Practical Reparenting exercises can achieve their
aim is -
in a community of like-minded adults who are committed to recovering
fully from the collective mental illness into which we all were born,
and who are committed collectively to love one another for the rest of
their lives, with Saturnian Love, Garden of Eden Love, the Love that
flowed between us in the lost Golden Age, which we all remember in a
vague and distant way in the deeper layer of our collective
consciousness.


What we call 'love' in our present *Vale of Tears* civilisation will
not do.
What we call 'love' today is only a warmonger's love.

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I'm writing this just 'off the cuff,' to keep fluent and articulate,
in case there is a breakthrough in my lifetime and I'm asked to help.
It may happen, because as our civilisation continues to decay in slow
motion, it will become increasingly difficult to keep up the pretence
that we are not mentally ill, all of us, and also it will become
increasingly obvious that
*only we can help ourselves*
and that there is no 'airy fairy' / 'job-will-do-itself' solution.

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Oxana / Dog Girl / The Intensity of the Power of Imprinting
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qyqbnDjId7g

REMEMBERING YOUR OWN INFANCY /
THE FORGOTTEN HORRORS OF THE MOTHER-INFANT RELATIONSHIP /
THE FOUNTAIN OF SORROWS / ORIGINAL SIN:

Your Baby is not a Sack of Potatoes, Mrs !
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dddp6bt4_121hsrds9ww

Shaking the Baby
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dddp6bt4_21gvfsbjdd

Silence of the Damned
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dddp6bt4_17fz9g4h7q

I Still Miss Someone (reissued / back up copy)
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dddp6bt4_167dqb3cgd3

Practical Reparenting - One Step at a Time
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dddp6bt4_144hq6nhqgd

The Shame
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dddp6bt4_69r8r9d5d2

Back to main aritcles list:
http://docs.google.com/View?docid=dddp6bt4_829zpt8ffd
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PURE UNADULTERATED BULLSHIT:

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My Infant Days

  Air -- "The Rain upon the Roof"


When I was a little infant,
And I lay in mother's arms,
Then I felt the gentle pressure
Of a loving mother's arms.
"Go to sleep my little baby,
Go to sleep," mamma would say;
"Oh, will not my little lady
Go to sleep for ma to-day."

Oh! my parents loved me dearly,
For I was their eldest born,
And they always called me Julia
In a mild and loving form.
My parents will not forget me,
Though I married and left their home,
For they can remember clearly
How with them I once did roam.

Oh! my mother, how I love her,
Though her head is growing gray,
For in fancy I can see her
Bending o'er me night and day,
As she did when I was little,
Watching me in sleep and play --
Mother now is growing feeble,
Now I will her love repay.

Oh! my father, how I love him,
For he has worked hard for me,
For to earn my food and clothing,
In my little infancy.
And oh, I will not forget him,
While on earth I do remain --
May the God of heaven bless him
In this world of grief and pain.

Julia A Moore
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So, that's what we're up against.
Such is the severity of your mental illness, your state of
dissociation from the reality of your lives.

The most prominent and vivid and formative experience of infancy is
the INTENSE SEXUAL PLEASURE the infant feels in her anus when Mummy is
caressing her baby's anus.

Since it is the most promininent and vivid and formative experience of
infancy, it is strange that it is not the most prominent topic in
poetry about infancy.

Why doesn't someone explain?

I rest my case.

Humanity is six billion VERY SEVERELY MENTALLY ILL INMATES OF A GLOBAL
LUNATIC ASYLUM.
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REMEMBERING YOUR OWN INFANCY /
THE FORGOTTEN HORRORS OF THE MOTHER-INFANT RELATIONSHIP /
THE FOUNTAIN OF SORROWS / ORIGINAL SIN:

Your Baby is not a Sack of Potatoes, Mrs !
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dddp6bt4_121hsrds9ww

Shaking the Baby
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dddp6bt4_21gvfsbjdd

Silence of the Damned
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dddp6bt4_17fz9g4h7q

I Still Miss Someone (reissued / back up copy)
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dddp6bt4_167dqb3cgd3

Practical Reparenting - One Step at a Time
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dddp6bt4_144hq6nhqgd

The Shame
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dddp6bt4_69r8r9d5d2