Sound, Shaped To Give Meaning, Carried On Our Breath = A Word.

Sound waves, shaped to give meaning by the instrument we are, carried on our breath = a spoken word.

When did we decide to waste them?  When did we decide to use them falsely? Obviously without realizing their significance. They are meant to be delivered in truth, the definition for which I prefer in this case being ‘adherence to what is’.

As a child I was struck by words not being used properly, or being used but without people understanding their real meaning.  I mean, what is the point of words if we do not understand them?  They evolved for that purpose.  Words, speech and language, are our special skill as Humans, and our greatest creative tool. Arguably, we require them operatively, to Be Human. 😉

My mother was a baptised catholic but she was evil, in the true sense of the word. (Evil; seeking personal benefit through intentional harm.)   And Catholicism – a dominant religion in England at the time – was popularized as “deliverance from Evil”.

My mother’s traumatizing of me, was pleasurable to her it turned out, so nothing I did in all usual attempts to find resolutions worked, as is the case with psychopathia.

She sought pleasure from creating harm.  She consciously undertook activity to needlessly upset as many people as she could.  This condition was given the name Sadistic paraphilia many years afterwards, as happens when enough people develop something.  Unfortunately naming a condition of ill-health, gives it life energy, permission, by an ‘existence status’ and deters from a faster removal and healing, but more on that, and this condition specifically in other writing.

I was also baptised a Catholic as it was ‘the thing to do’ in England at that time, and in the British family I was born into. There was never any mention in my family of it afterwards, or what it meant to be baptised Catholic.

In fact religion was a taboo subject for conversation altogether, along with sex and politics. These were the three things you were taught never to speak of, historically in England, and certainly in my mother’s house.   And no wonder there is such a mess and confusion world scale, with regard to these areas and to our lives.  😉

I loved the singing mostly, of what I thought being Catholic meant, and my school had morning assembly where we sang hymns. If we went to church it was only for Christmas or a wedding or another baptism, and again to me it was the singing that was my thing.

The words in these hymns were often concerned with ‘delivering everyone from evil’, ‘preventing evil’, ‘protecting against evil’, all seemingly with the concept that to be a catholic was protection from evil. But how could that be?  My mother WAS evil.

In preschool/ infant school, I decided to get to the bottom of where we all went wrong with our words. 🙂

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