Equally important, a person who has experienced unaddressed trauma often uses special languaging that accesses and stabilizes their recovery from that trauma.

Using this unique, complex, healing languaging by themselves is a profound act.

But the greatest benefits occur when each individual person is supported in using their trauma healing language in caring, emergent community settings that uphold the value of learning from one another.

There are many mainstream functions that act directly against this healing modality, preventing our most severely affected colleagues from restoring resilience to themselves and their communities.

One of them, unfortunately, is psychiatric force and coercion. Currently, this is being used on vulnerable members of our communities to a much greater and more violent extent than others are aware.

When a person begins to use their own personal and emergent trauma healing language, environmental support is essential.

If the environment -- the surrounding individuals and policy-driven systems -- mistakes that trauma healing language for pathology and "treat" it with a financially viable solution where the individual says the solution is not correct, or hurts them, the damage to that person compounds to immeasurable very quickly.

This is further compounded when a severely affected person has health conditions facing protracted denial by professional establishments, so far without redress.

Many professionals are still reliant upon income streams that necessitate force, coercion, and the mischaracterization of traumatized people -- usually because these professionals trusted existing systems and their professional networks, and not through some demonic fault of their own.

When we respect science, we must differentiate science that is violent, control-oriented, or incorrect.

We must discern, in our deep respect for science, where science has become violent or forced others to become silent.

In these cases, it is often not what we would recognize as science, though it has been marketed successfully as such.

November 8, 2019
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Gilda writes,

Max cannot post here anymore because in the effort to help others, she has not been able to get any help herself.

It's been a strange experience seeing how many people have gratefully absorbed the work she's done, but are silent or seem to have no idea that she is dying in digestive failure without simple assistance.

This is mostly because she cannot communicate when she is in worst distress.

We found out recently that she was not dead after weeks of not hearing from her at all, and we would like to address the weird dichotomy of the network she has been instrumental in building versus the silence when she asks for help.

If you want to help, but you have felt helpless, here's what you can do.

1. Max needs a few hundred dollars a week for the interventions that will save her digestion and her life. She currently has zero income and no way to access these interventions without money.

You can take a collection to the following PayPal address (and please contribute a few dollars yourself, if you can), which will help Max repair her digestion so that she can return to working in the network.

💸 https://paypal.me/IntuitiveInvisibles

You can raise awareness and support for the following two Patreon initiatives, which also will provide an income stream she can rely on.

💸 https://patreon.com/IntuitivePR
💸 https://patreon.com/MaxMoRadio

2. You can send us a statement for public use that tells about your experience in the network or your feelings about Max's work. Please send this to public@intuitive.pub or contact us any other way you are able.

3. You can help us write an email or a letter and help us send it to someone we're trying to contact, but have not been able to reach because of severe disability. If you would like to help this way, please contact hello@intuitive.social or contact us any other way you are able.

4. If you are able to use Facebook (or another popular social network of your choice!), you can help us boost information to platforms we cannot reach. If you would like to help this way, please contact hello@intuitive.social or contact us any other way you are able.

What are the ways we have forgotten? There are lots of ways to help.

Maybe you will remember one I didn't!

There is no reason for survivors to have to scream and beg for help while they are dying. Not anymore.

The Intuitive Community Network, and the Intuitive Community Knowledgebase, allow us to build simple income streams for survivors who have been disallowed their own income.

Max is dying of digestive failure because she has refused to scream and beg when it is much simpler & safer for us to collaborate to build these income streams for one another.

She put off her own needs to ensure the network could function and survive. She fund-raised and built solutions for others.

We can't let her die this way. Please.

Will you please help us help her?

With hope and light,

Gilda Salmon Saaxon

We are requesting collection for friends and colleagues who are suffering severe conditions through the holidays.

Max is dying of digestive failure because she does not have any income, safe food, or healthcare support despite having worked non-stop on behalf of others for the last several years.

Other colleagues in our network are in similar circumstances. They all deserve relief for the faith they have shown in the life-saving work they have been doing.

If you have any income, if you have a safe place to stay, food to eat... if you have friends or a community that cares for you, please consider putting a few dollars (or more) into this PayPal account.

💸 https://paypal.me/IntuitiveInvisibles

If you'd like to make a recurring contribution, these two Patreon accounts will be updated as soon as someone is strong enough to update them, and in the meantime it will build income streams for those who need (and deserve!) them most.

💸 https://patreon.com/IntuitivePR
💸 https://patreon.com/MaxMoRadio

When you are considering how to move through this coldest time of year and holidays that remind us to care for one another, please do not forget about those who have worked to save the lives of others while they are dying themselves.

They can survive and recover, with our help.

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Deck: The Wildwood Tarot
Spread: Card of the Day
Date: Mon Mar 16 18:11:30 EDT 2020


Today's Card
Page of Stones • Lynx (Upright)

Position on the Wheel
Departing Midwinter, moving towards Imbolc

Meaning   Still found in mountain woodlands in parts of Europe, the Lynx is one of the creatures at the very top of the food chain. With its speed and cunning, combined with its ability to climb trees, it is a formidable hunter as well as a fierce protector of its young.

Reading points   Pay attention to the physical realm, and be aware of the effects generated by everything you do. A strain of wildness and lack of forethought can sometimes hamper your forward passage, but careful consideration redresses the balance.

As a person in your life   Someone with common sense and dedication, who enjoys learning skills that improve efficiency or that lead to prosperity and comfort. As a friend, s/he values the authentic aspects of your character. Can be an idle good-for-nothing or fall into an inertia that’s hard to shift.

As an aspect or process   Learning the ropes as a beginner. Keeping things down to earth or actual rather than virtual. Setting practical goals. Being busy.

As an event/happening   Mocking concepts of authority. Apprenticeship, study, schools or training programmes. Concentration. Messages of prosperity or benefit. Theft or pillage. Inertia. Public disorder.

Questions   What data do you need to make a good decision? What can you learn from this situation? What needs your dedicated commitment?


Tracks and Pathways
Study and scholarship • School • Apprenticeship • Starting out • Carefulness • Reflection • Meditation • Observing others



Presented by The Wildwood Tarot app from The Fool's Dog.

“Why can we imagine the ending of the world, yet not the ending of colonialism?

We live the future of a past that is not our own.
It is a history of utopian fantasies and apocalyptic idealization.
It is a pathogenic global social order of imagined futures, built upon genocide, enslavement, ecocide, and total ruination.

What conclusions are to be realized in a world constructed of bones and empty metaphors? A world of fetishized endings calculated amidst the collective fiction of virulent specters. From religious tomes to fictionalized scientific entertainment, each imagined timeline constructed so predictably; beginning, middle, and ultimately, The End.
Inevitably in this narrative there’s a protagonist fighting an Enemy Other (a generic appropriation of African/Haitian spirituality, a “zombie”?), and spoiler alert: it’s not you or me. So many are eagerly ready to be the lone survivors of the “zombie apocalypse.” But these are interchangeable metaphors, this zombie/Other, this apocalypse.

These empty metaphors, this linearity, only exist within the language of nightmares, they are at once part of the apocalyptic imagination and impulse.
This way of “living,” or “culture,” is one of domination that consumes all for it’s own benefit. It is an economic and political reordering to fit a reality resting on pillars of competition, ownership, and control in pursuit of profit and permanent exploitation. It professes “freedom” yet its foundation is set on lands stolen while its very structure is built by stolen lives.”

It is this very “culture” that must always have an Enemy Other, to lay blame, to lay claim, to affront, enslave and murder.
A subhuman enemy that any and all forms of extreme violence are not only permitted but expected to be put upon. If it doesn’t have an immediate Other, it meticulously constructs one. This Other is not made from fear but its destruction is compelled by it. This Other is constituted from apocalyptic axioms and permanent misery. This Othering, this weitko disease, is perhaps best symptomatized in its simplest stratagem, in that of our silenced remakening:
They are dirty, They are unsuited for life, They are unable, They are incapable, They are disposable, They are non-believers, They are unworthy, They are made to benefit us, They hate our freedom, They are undocumented, They are queer, They are black, They are Indigenous, They are less than, They are against us, until finally, They are no more.
In this constant mantra of violence reframed, it’s either You or it’s Them.
It is the Other who is sacrificed for an immortal and cancerous continuity. It is the Other who is poisoned, who is bombed, who is left quietly beneath the rubble.
This way of unbeing, which has infected all aspects of our lives, which is responsible for the annihilation of entire species, the toxification of oceans, air and earth, the clear-cutting and burning of whole forests, mass incarceration, the technological possibility of world ending warfare, and raising the temperatures on a global scale, this is the deadly politics of capitalism, it’s pandemic.

An ending that has come before.

The physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual invasion of our lands, bodies, and minds to settle and to exploit, is colonialism. Ships sailed on poisoned winds and bloodied tides across oceans pushed with a shallow breath and impulse to bondage, millions upon millions of lives were quietly extinguished before they could name their enemy. 1492. 1918. 2020…

Biowarfare blankets, the slaughter of our relative the buffalo, the damming of lifegiving rivers, the scorching of untarnished earth, the forced marches, the treatied imprisonment, coercive education through abuse and violence.
The day to day post-war, post-genocide, trading post-colonial humiliation of our slow mass suicide on the altar of capitalism; work, income, pay rent, drink, fuck, breed, retire, die. It’s on the roadside, it’s on sale at Indian markets, serving drinks at the casino, restocking Bashas, it’s nice Indians behind, you.

These are the gifts of infesting manifest destinies, this is that futured imaginary our captors would have us perpetuate and be a part. The merciless imposition of this dead world was driven by an idealized utopia as Charnel House, it was “for our own good” an act of “civilization.”
Killing the “Indian”; killing our past and with it our future. “Saving the man”; imposing another past and with it another future.

These are the apocalyptic ideals of abusers, racists and hetero-patriarchs. The doctrinal blind faith of those who can only see life through a prism, a fractured kaleidoscope of an endless and total war.

Its an apocalyptic that colonizes our imaginations and destroys our past and future simultaneously. It is a struggle to dominate human meaning and all existence.
This is the futurism of the colonizer, the capitalist. It is at once every future ever stolen by the plunderer, the warmonger and the rapist.

This has always been about existence and non-existence. It is apocalypse, actualized. And with the only certainty being a deathly end, colonialism is a plague.

Our ancestors understood that this way of being could not be reasoned or negotiated with. That it could not be mitigated or redeemed. They understood that the apocalyptic only exists in absolutes.