This time yesterday life was going quite well. Much to my surprise I passed my video supervision submission for my university course. I'd done good. I was stable. And it was nearly Friday.
Then, late last night, a cataclysmic event tore through my psyche. Anger, pain, joy, hate, guilt and relief exploded in my mind and fought for control.
Another death. There have been six this month. But this one was a severing of the past. The veiled, secret past I've alluded to before on here but never revealed. The world will shake when the veil is lifted. And I think it will soon be lifted.
The power players of that world are now all dead. And none died acknowledging their guilt. None offered an apology. And died ignoring the guilt of their actions.
Is a purveyor, a provider, an enabler guiltier than an actual abuser? Ignoring the truth because someone wants to live the illusion.
The man who died was a charlatan. Another hanger on from those days. Exploitation of children for an idea, a tradition and a delusion is a heinous act.
Will I reveal the secrets? Not today. I will only provide hints. Veiled hints. It is for others to rent asunder that insidious veil. And it will be rent asunder.
I Heard a Voice.
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