THOUGHTS, MUSES AND RANTS OF JAH

TAKEN I have never attended therapy relating to being “a taken person.” My “adopted parents” did not believe in therapy nor any other outside influence or opinions about their “adopted” children. Like Trump, they knew more than the doctors, therapists, and professionals. They instilled those prejudices in their stolen children. I firmly, and now whole heartedly, believe every person involved in what is referred to as the adoption trilogy, or just interested in, needs to read Nancy Verrier’s book, “The Primal Wound.” Prior to any decisions being made, all adults involved should be required to undergo some sort of therapy and psychoanalysis, and the same for the child after said purchase and rearrangement. However, since most of these kidnappings and purchases take place outside of the law, there is little chance for such regulations and requirements to be enforced. The child will remain an afterthought to the needs of the adults. Children and babies are mere commodities to most hypocrit...

I don’t expect you to agree with me, because what does a French Canadian/First Nation person know about the Middle East. But then again, what do you? It seems we have different sets of history books. So let’s leave it that and not argue. However, if you are interested, I will include some of my historical references. For example, I have heard a different interpretation of the four maps I keep seeing posted together as if a story board. Why is the map of the British two state proposal in 1937 that the Jewish communities approved but the Arab countries turned down not included? The Arabs were allocated twice as much land as allocated to the Jews.  The 1947 UN partition plan was put together by a committee of UN countries, not including the United States. The surrounding Arab countries thought they could forcefully take much of the land allocated to the Jews by force and a combined army attacked the new State of Israel. The Arabs lost not only the war, but lost land. Now they whine ab...

If you are thinking of adopting, don’t! This isn’t one of those posts where I tell you my adoptive parents meant well, because they didn’t. My adoptive mum and dad adopted after infertility. Not because they’d processed that grief or were ready to take on the reality of parenting traumatised children, but because they were chasing some idealised fantasy of what adoption could be. For my mum, it was tied up in religion and romanticism. She was obsessed with Anne of Green Gables, she wanted to adopt her very own quirky little orphan who would be grateful and compliant and melt into the family like some kind of redemption arc. She didn’t get that. She got me. From day one, I wasn’t enough. I didn’t fit her fantasy. She started writing public blogs about how hard adoption was. Compared parenting me to a game of snakes and ladders, like every difficult moment meant sliding back to square one. She said adopting was like being a long-term foster carer without the money, the respite, or the su...

Where I grew up, corner confectionary shops were turned into neighborhood Christian churches. Along with barber shops and park benches, they provided spaces for neighbors to mingle.  Now I myself am not religious by nature, but have read that the god those people converse with prefers such conversations occur in the solitude of their homes. It is a more personal relationship and not one to be flaunted on street corners as if bragging, “Look at me! God loves me!” The scriptures also remind them not to build gilded or golden images to worship in order to impress your neighbors. That, again, would be braggadocios and vain. I could be wrong, however, as I look around, I can’t help but wonder if ornate cathedrals, Trump Towers, golden lapel pins, and mega churches are not modern versions of the biblical golden calf.   Matthew 6:5-8