The Homophobic Hate campaign by English Churches Housing Group
(ECHG),Hammersmith & Fulham Council and The Metropolitan Police is
still continuing – at the moment my tormentors think it is acceptable
to run a Hate campaign and they do not think they have done anything
wrong.

The authorities know who I am, but they think it is acceptable for a
group of people to run a homophobic hate campaign.

I have to deal with a lot of hate from my tormentors – both, major and
minor incidences – at the moment, my tormentors are enjoying
themselves enormously and they are hoping I will loose my temper –
when I do get an investigation into this hate campaign - most people
will be horrified by the hate I have to suffer.

My Tormentors take an enormous pleasure in making my life a living
hell - my Tormentors see me as a soft target. I am not scared of them
nor am I afraid of them - I will get a full criminal investigation
into this hate campaign - on my terms and I will not shut-up until I
get to the bottom of everything these criminals have done - I mean
everything and in the process I will clear my name which my Tormentors
have elegantly blackened.

When the whole truth comes out of what has happened - you will find
that I am a Law-abiding citizen and a veteran of the Falklands
Campaign.

Aw jayzizz, not you again.
If you must post obsessively, please be obsessed with HEALING.
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Practical Reparenting- One Step At A Time

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Central to the formula for collective healing is the concept of
Practical Reparenting. The rationale accompanying Practical
Reparenting is as follows:

(a) If individual families or localised groups try to revert to
antediluvian child rearing in isolation from the rest of civilisation,
they will not get it right at first – because after eleven thousand
years of this madness we are too deeply sunk in survivalist mode.
Furthermore, the children still would have to cope with growing up
surrounded by an insane civilisation. So reverting to sane child
rearing will have to be an all-or-nothing scenario.


(b) It is almost impossible to give to our children that which we did
not receive ourselves as children.


(c) Therefore the only route to societal healing is a prolonged period
of education by consent among the adults of this tragic civilisation,
which must include giving antediluvian parenting to one another as
adults, in preparation for a future time when the entire human family
worldwide will make the decision to act in a sane manner toward a
future generation of babies.

So Practical Reparenting is an essential part of our collective
healing process. There is no other route back to complete sanity.
Eventually that will be recognised. Sadly, it really does seem that
human beings have not suffered enough yet, and that you need to suffer
much more than you have already suffered as a result of our pain-
generating societal arrangements. Personally I have suffered enough as
a result of living in this amnesiac / survivalist-mode madhouse and I
want us to heal now by removing the cause of our pain. And we can
easily end all our pain. It’s a simple matter of abolishing our pain-
generating child rearing practices and our pain-generating societal
structures. I find it difficult to understand why other people do not
want to heal and choose more pain instead of healing.

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A short time ago I read an article in a Roman Catholic newspaper which
horrified me. It was about the annual pilgrimage from England to
Lourdes in France, the site of a shrine to Mary (=Ishtar / Giant Cow
In The Sky) at which sick people are said to have healed miraculously.

Just to digress for a minute…. As I type this, my wife is watching
repeats of ‘Zena: Warrior Princess’ on cable TV. Mary / Ishtar are
just two of the many names for a composite of the rogue planets/major
comets which periodically pass close to the earth. ‘Zena: Warrior
Princess’ refers to the times following the visitations of Ishtar,
when the earth had been stripped of its vegetation by the passing
rogue planet and so destitute tribes were warring over the limited
resources remaining. This episode of ‘Zena’ speaks of an unexplained
pregnancy, accompanied by unusual activity in the sky. The story of
virgins giving birth is no invention. It happened frequently. The
unusual radiations and powerful electrical discharges emanating from
the passing rogue planet could easily fertilise a woman’s egg, just as
is done today by medical science, as scientists fertilise women’s eggs
with electrical stimulation in the absence of sperm. At the time of
‘Jesus,’ two thousand years ago, Ishtar was expected to return to the
sky. It didn’t happen. After the emotional dust had settled and Jesus
had run away to Kashmir, the ‘gospels’ were compiled to try to
rationalise the failure of the poleshift prophecy. The story of a
‘virgin birth’ was part of the process of reverting to collective
amnesia. But it was no invention and it was no lie. It happened very
often when ‘Ishtar’ was in the sky, just as it happens today via
medical science. Hence we have the concept of the ‘son of god’ or the
child of Satan (Satan being only another of the many names for the
series of rogue planets which periodically graze the earth). You have
to know which ‘god’ we are talking about. The ‘god’ who was the father
of these babies born to virgins was the passing rogue planet,
considered either a ‘god’ or a demon, depending on which tribe you
belonged to, and it was ‘god’s’ powerful radiations and electrical
discharges which impregnated all those virgins. It happened, and it
will happen again when ‘Ishtar’ returns to the skies.

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The foregoing paragraphs were a brief digression prompted by the
mention of the shrine to Mary / Ishtar at Lourdes, France. The article
in the Catholic newspaper shocked me, because it mentioned that the
disabled people who are ferried over to Lourdes each year are feeling
unhappy for the wrong reasons. The writer stated:

‘their eyes blaze with rage and shame at having to be helped with
their body functions.’



It’s quite heartbreaking for a baby (meaning myself) to have to read
such nonsense. What is wrong with that writer, and what is wrong with
the people who care for these disabled people,and what is wrong with
the disabled people themselves, emotionally I mean?

To be washed and toileted and dressed and undressed and fed and bedded
by another person is a delightful set of experiences. Every infant in
our tragic civilisation is both bewildered and heartbroken when the
mother suddenly goes into reverse and unleashes at her baby an
avalanche of toxic shame, designed to communicate to every baby that
the human body is obscene and disgusting and that the delightfully
pleasurable experience of defecation in particular is so evil that it
cannot even be spoken of. In this way, every mother in our tragic
civilisation is a child abuser, and there is no exception to that rule
anywhere on earth and any time during the past eleven thousand years.
The purpose of motherhood is to produce soldiers. Child abuse is
essential for generating soldiers. We don’t know what we are doing to
our babies, because we are in amnesia. If you look at a mother with a
small child today, the mother is unwittingly hypnotised as a
warmonger, sleepwalking through this covert child abuse that is the
mother-infant relationship.

I never stopped being a baby, although my intellect has matured fully,
so I can help you to straighten out all this madness.

First, the plight of disabled people is instructive. Why on earth do
their carers and medical personnel not encourage all physically
disabled persons to enjoy the delightful pleasures of defecation and
the even more delightful experience of having the anus gently caressed
repeatedly by the carer, followed by the loving readjustment of
clothing. Loving eye contact between carer and patient during washing
and defecation, just as between mother and infant at potty time, would
be an additional delight. We defecate quite frequently. It is absolute
madness, as well as an act of abuse, to insist on making defecation a
shameful daily ordeal for the disabled, when it could be a beautiful
and enjoyable experience, a delightful repetition of the bliss of
early infancy.




The same applies to washing a disabled person. Instead of making it a
shameful ordeal, why can’t both carer and patient rejoice in the
lovely pleasure of soapy hands caressing the body, especially the
delightful feelings induced in the more sensitive parts such as the
nipples and anus as the carer gently caresses them. Loving eye contact
during washing a disabled person - with both carer and patient
rejoicing in the exquisite physical pleasures involved - would make it
a happy occasion for all concerned.

A while back it was reported that in Denmark the managers of nursing
homes are encouraging the patients to invite prostitutes to visit them
in their rooms in the nursing homes. This policy has resulted in much
more contented patients and a reduction in confrontations between
staff and patients, as well as huge financial savings by a reduction
in the need for tranquillising medication. My comment is that there is
no need for the prostitutes. The nursing home staff could simply drop
the toxic shame during washing, toileting and dressing, so that carer
and patient rejoice in the delightful intimate pleasures involved and
exchange loving eye contact as mother and infant in the early months,
before the mother had to unleash the avalanche of toxic shame to turn
her baby into a soldier. It can be done. It will be done, but only
when we all have experienced enough suffering from the present set up
- to make us want to straighten ourselves out. And that might mean
quite a lot of suffering for a very long time. The choice is yours.

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As I said, “The Voice of the Voiceless” and related articles have been
met with a lukewarm response – enthusiastic gestures of approval from
a small number of people, silence from most, but never, never, never
any suggestion that there is anything wrong with the core teachings of
that book.

Realistically, we cannot expect any formal and large-scale movement
for re-education and healing in the foreseeable future. You have not
suffered enough yet. Therefore in this article I would like to offer
some advice for taking a first step in the direction of healing, the
only healing that will ultimately lead us back to sanity. To overcome
the present madness, we MUST engage in Practical Reparenting between
the adults of our tragic civilisation. Emphasis must be placed on
dissolving the avalanche of toxic shame which every mother is
condemned to throw at every baby – the cruelly irrational shame
surrounding parts of our bodies and our excretions, particularly the
food residue which exits our anuses. I can offer advice for taking the
first step in the direction of undoing our mothers’ errors within the
safety of a stable and long-term marriage-type relationship. As stated
previously, children and those under 18 years of age are not to be
involved in Practical Reparenting for the foreseeable future. So the
following advice is aimed at adult couples in stable, long-term,
loving relationships who have no children in the house. For
convenience I’ll use the terms husband and wife and speak mainly of
how a husband might engage with his wife in correcting our mothers’
errors.

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If you habitually lock the bathroom door, think about why you do it.
If you lock it only for defecation, again think about why you do it.
[Read article titled "The Shame" via link below.]
Then stop locking the bathroom door. Gradually start dissolving the
toxic shame. BE AWARE OF EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE DOING – YOU ARE
CORRECTING OUR MOTHERS’ ERRORS. The toxic shame hurled at every infant
is a tragic error. Its purpose was to prevent the infant from
returning the mother’s loving caresses, and thereby to turn every baby
into soldier material, as explained fully in the book and other
articles in this series ["Silence of the Damned" / "I Still Miss
Someone"]. So understand what you are doing as you start to dissolve
the toxic shame.

If your wife is more inhibited than you, don’t rush her. If respect
breaks down, if there is any coercion, no matter how subtle, then we
defeat the purpose of Practical Reparenting.

These articles are not copyrighted and cannot be sold. My only agenda
is healing. The formatted book is copyright of the publisher, but the
plain text version of the same manuscript is available free on email
to anyone who requests it. You can print these articles and show them
to your wife. However, if she flatly refuses to have anything to do
with this first step into Practical Reparenting, then you have to just
leave it at that. What it means is that people who reject this healing
formula have not suffered enough yet. She will, though.... suffer, I
mean.... because to remain in survivalist mode is automatically to
attract pain to yourself. So give her time.

Assuming she’s willing, gradually dissolve the shame. It’s common for
lovers to give a bath to one another or to share a bath. If you do so,
be sure to go all the way. For example, be sure to retract your
husband’s foreskin for him when he first gets into the bath, so that
the head of his penis can have a good soak in the warm water until you
rub soap on it. Come up out of the water so that your partner can put
lots of soap on your anus and then insert her fingertip into it to
clean it fully. As always, be conscious of the fact that you are
correcting our mothers’ errors as we dissolve the toxic shame which
turns babies into soldiers.

Eye contact during defecation is the swiftest method of all for
blowing away the toxic shame. Place a small chair beside the toilet.
Tell your wife to come to you when it’s time for her to perform her
defecation, then take her by the hand and lead her into the bathroom.
Pull down her knickers. Tell her to help by holding her skirt up for
you if she’s wearing one. Then put your hands gently under her armpits
and lower her onto the toilet. Hold her hands and make loving eye
contact with her. As you do this, you both rejoice in the fact that
your wife is about to enjoy delightful pleasures in her anus as her
food residue comes out, causing that gentle and prolonged friction on
her anus which she enjoys so much, and it’s lovingly communicated and
celebrated through your eye contact. She probably wont want you to
speak at this time, as that would distract from her enjoyment of the
lovely sensations in her anus. In general, though, it’s good to talk
about these activities and also about the parts of the body that
mother made us ashamed of because the immediate purpose of motherhood
is to turn us into soldier material.

If you’re not ready for eye contact during defecation, a very pleasant
alternative is to hold your wife in your arms as she defecates,
perhaps with her head resting on your shoulder. Do not caress her back
with your hands, as it distracts from the pleasure in her anus.

After the initial, major discharge of food residue, give her plenty of
time to finish. This may be a good time for talking.

Again always be aware of what you are doing. I have to keep
emphasising this. Enjoyable though it is, it’s not just a game. As the
inhibitions dissolve, her consciousness will merge with the child from
the past and she will become again that child of long ago, alongside
her adult personality, and that child from the past will be delighted
that the mother’s errors of long ago are being corrected at last and
that the shame is gone, at least in relation to one other person.
That’s a good start. Don't rush it. Don't demand anything. Each person
heals at her own pace.

Do not use dry toilet paper to wipe her anus. It can cause a mixture
of discomfort and pleasure when wielded by another person. Use a moist
tissue, very gently. Most Europeans feel uncomfortable about touching
the food residue. Aim to overcome that. My advice is not to use toilet
paper at all on some occasions. Run the tap and put plenty of soap on
your fingers. Then, while your wife remains sitting on the toilet and
leaning forward, gently wipe her anus with soaped fingers. Then wash
your fingers under the tap. Then insert a well-soaped fingertip into
her anus and again wash your finger. Repeat as necessary. Then rinse
your wife’s anal region by pouring a jug of warm water between her
buttocks, the water flowing into the toilet bowl. If you wish, you can
also pour warm water over her vulva to wash away the traces of urine.
Then gently dab her buttocks and anus and vulva with a soft towel.
Then place your hands again under her armpits and raise her off the
toilet, and pull up her knickers for her.

If you are ready for it, the final act to correct our mothers’ errors
is for husband and wife to look at her food residue in the toilet bowl
prior to flushing and to talk about it as an emotionally healthy
mother would talk to her infant about his food residue in the early
days before the mother unleashes her avalanche of toxic shame. I don’t
know what you want to say to your wife at that moment….. just tell her
she’s a good girl, she’s done very well, or whatever……

Licking your lover’s anus is already an important part of lovemaking
for many couples. We don’t know how common the practice is because
it’s not something people take out advertisements in the national
press to announce to the world. What I can say is that immediately
after your wife’s defecation is an ideal time for lovemaking including
licking her anus, because during defecation and washing her anus has
been stretched and the nerve endings are exposed and activated,
enhancing and intensifying her pleasure in her anus if you lick it for
her soon afterwards. Being open and honest about all of this and
discussing it in a matter-of-fact way is yet another blow against our
mothers’ errors which were designed to turn every baby into a soldier.

It’s essential to understand and emphasise that last point. If you are
interested in taking this first step into Practical Reparenting, then
you must at all times be aware of what you are doing, you must be
aware of the source of our mother’s errors, meaning the need to abuse
every baby to turn him into soldier material to fight off the
barbarians, which is the immediate purpose of motherhood for the past
eleven thousand years, although mothers are sleepwalking through these
procedures and are in amnesia, so our mothers didn’t know what they
were doing when they unleashed on every baby that avalanche of toxic
shame, which we now must make a start at correcting. [Again read and
understand "TheShame."]

A man can only try. It would be wonderful if this article were to be
read by physically disabled people and their carers, and if they would
understand the idiocy of the present set up of “eyes blazing with
shame and rage” as described above. What bloody fools we all have
been. Let’s make a start at straightening ourselves out.

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