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| Debbie Drexler, Daddy's Girl |
Today i wanted to leave forever, never see you again, hang myself, get over with everything, escape the devil finally.
But you are only 4 now. you need me. Your father fucks you. I am your mother, he fucked me so he can have you, his legal personal property, to fuck. He loves children. Also, one does not simply escape the devil.
Year of the lord, 2010. October in London. I wish i would be in Iran, under a hijab, under a sack. I wish i would be a wife in Saudi. most of all I wish i would be Muhammed's wife if i have no choice in this world but to be somebody's something. i heard a rumor that he is kind.
Once i called my embassy over events here, and they told me that the UK is worse than saudi, men have power and women are fukced in this power, power not even in the name of god, just in the name of power. I am on this planet just for visit, my nationality should be meaningless but in hell such things matter.
The london court chewed over this, the judge was stretching his words, starred at me "and the mother said her embassy said.." and the lawyers present, family lawyers, slaves & donkeys of the horned one the lot, giggled - 'o lordy.
O lord strike them all & strike them hard. Eradicate this evil that calls itself the law. The law of this human landscape that drops bombs on children, maims, tortures and rapes in the name of their personal satans, greed, envy, lust to fuck the weak, exploitation. land of satan, I spit on you. Liars, hipocrits, cowards, slimy bunch of shits.
Another boy in iraq has both hands blown off. collateral damage. four years ago the fighter jets paraded over the skies of london, queen's birthday, and my thought was, this country will fuck both, her and you, look at their joy in killing, Their pride, these are soulless creatures, run. And so I did, I ran, with her.
Play with my tits, fuck me up the arse. I rather be a bride of Muhammed but live in a land like this. but i am still here, we got dragged back & got fucked more. A muslim with beard and hair like black velvet, says in saudi they would hack a paedophiles' head off in public. would they? the journey into abuse and the maze of it seems endless. did Muhammed (pbuh) know that children are fucked by their fathers, did Jesus know? Did anybody think it is as wrong as murder? That it is the original sin before all sins? The devil in our collective nightmare, is it the father fucking us up the arse?
Heros go to war, bodies come home. Turkey, Russia, Iran form a coalition, coffins are brought back to us & uk from iraq and afghanistan. no more says heroes, only a picture on page 12 of the sun newspaper. a heroes goodbye, a heroes welcome? idiocy. the war goes on since ever. lord safe us from our own love for doom and gloom. we are all fucked. make an ad for the MOD, join the war, have fun, loose both legs, loose your mind. Or stay at home and get fucked here, loose your mind anyway. The village in front of you lost everybody, somewhere in Helmand province, only 2 dogs left. Why do we cry? Why do have any tears left to cry? Do rivers run dry? Israel, the satanic screw machine screws with our heads. We, the Jews defend ourselves through murder from murder. We are all Jews. Or Arabs, or whatever. All equally fucked by the Satanic Screw machine.
O lord, release us from this evil. Plant a meadow into our hearts, save our souls. Her soul.Throw me to the wolves instead. May they choke on my bones.
The forensic psychiatrist who 'assessed me' when I insisted that my child is abused by her own father said that I would be very creative in defending my position that my child, you, is abused by it's own father. Damn right she is. I can imagine her working well and to full satisfaction for these fascists. She is an average psychiatry gun to hire. If you want to fuck people up the arse you need to fuck them in the head first. And then again, and again. They fuck people well in the UK, don"t they.
O lord, please let me marry Muhammed. Send me a nice muslim man to marry as widow of tears. Let me go to mosque, and pray 5 times a day, rescue us from this evil. What do you want me to do mother? Father? God? Goddess?
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Moments come and go, like atomic drops in the ocean of time.
The moment you were born you were taken. Hands of surgeons grabbed you, pulled you, bored faces of nurses stared at you. And you looked at me with your dark endless eyes. Telling me everything.
I thought, you! You are here. And I thought, this man, he is going to kill me one day. What a thought to have on your birthday. Like the movement of a dark wing in the corner of my eye. You vanished for 2 hours, put on a drip, while I was in recovery from onslaught of a man, your father, knifes and surgery. Screaming for you, my child, baby. Then you were put on my chest and he laughed, and squeezed my breast until it bleed, but no milk ran free. Later this day he ushered friends in, his child, here it is. I took a photograph of him, you in his clutches, him starring at the camera, showing me his evil possessive eye, finally full frontal, and still I was in the dark chambers of reason. And then a hospital registrar was ushered in, and no legal information was given, and by my signature, I sealed the devil's contract, to sign your soul over to him, legally binding. Your father, a devil, just another devil amongst devils clapping each other's back.
In the many months of searching to trace back history I discovered that his thoughts were like a maze erected around me. I saw pillars and signs, but still my average human reasoning that there is no real evil in this life, made me blind. In some moments I felt clearly that I would just give you to him, he would raise you, and I do not know why I thought this. I thought maybe I am just another bad mother, and my child, you, shall have a father, a father I never had. But such a father? Then I ushered back from those thoughts, they seemed so irrational, I can not defend them for one moment. The maze of things was endless, all signs were there, and I could not decipher them, was blinded. My own lack of Ma presence.
Your father is a paedophile who came into my life when I searched to have a child & family. It took me long to understand and accept that he came to groom & possess me so he can groom & possess you. Legally. How could I have been so blind? Just before I meet him I read about a woman's misfortune, not unrelated, and thought, this can never happen to me, I am too clever and intuitive. Yet it happened to me, exactly for these reasons.
You need to know that your father is a highly intuitive man who digs into people's desires and emotional needs, and he manipulates the love out of people, because that is what he has learned. That he can not be loved for himself, and indeed his deep hidden & concealed inner evil makes him most repulsive. He is a charmer, he enchants, mesmerizes, and a winner in a world in which most people hide inner demons and let them run hidden, worship ego and desire to manipulate and lust to abuse others and as long as they get away with crimes they commit they are winners. It is not about justice, it is about getting away with it in this world I lost you to. It is a world that abuses the love out of people. Nothing is giving for free and without punishment. I call it hell on earth.
I remember that I always felt uncomfortable to leave you alone with him. On the day I returned with you from hospital he was with us and asked me to go for a nice little walk. You were 4 days old. I did so, following his reasonable argument that I need some fresh air. And I sat in the park for 10 minutes and thought of you and felt a deep discomfort and ushered back, and he sat there with you in his arm, squeezed to his chest, while looking at his computer. And this continued, his reasonings why he needs to be alone with you, while I need a break, that I am weakened from the cut. And I remember that something inside of me started to rise and struggle, and he shouted and screamed and left, but only after conditioning me that I agree to leave you with him 3 nights/week by intervention of your appointed so callled God(devil) father, his best friend. How could I have been so blinded? And I reasoned that I would use these days to work, because he claimed he had no money to give and no means to support. And because I believed I am strong I went on with it, for 6 weeks, and felt deepest discomfort. And when I protested about the care you receive he threatened me to remove you from me, and he told me he would use a long past eating disorder against me. All of this he eventually did successfully. At the time my dread grew, and I persuaded him to give me my keys to my apartment back. And still I was in doubt, did not understand. Only this inner call, that I have to be strong, that something is very very wrong. And eventually I pulled the plug, almost 3 months after you were born. I kept the door shut and told him to seek help for his violent temper and until such time he can not be alone with you.
From that time onwards he knew that I knew what he does to you, although he didn't know how much I knew if I only suspect. In fact all I knew at the time is that there is a dark confusing shadow I could not decipher. All factual evidence I had was the things he did to me, and what people on some advice lines told me about domestic violence. All I knew is that I had to protect you.
Why are some fathers monsters? Why do people kill? Maim? Subject others to abuse? We do not know and I have no answer either beloved Pearl. All I know is that I love you and that I will not rest until you are free. Because it is your birthright, that nobody can take away from you. In the beginning, last year, after they took you from me and delivered you to him I thought I have to run and leave you, that you are lost and that is it my lot and your decision for not speaking up and struggling against it. But you were just three, and you did talk, but nobody listened to you, even less then they listened to me. The satanic screw machine was in full motion and psychiatrists, 2 of them, assessed that I have narcistic traits and never accept that others know better. One of them, a Dr A, has a reputation for betrayal and it is suspected he can be bribed. Meta-knowlesge, no proof. Other mothers were locked up in institutions, possibly by the very same people, it is a machine that feeds its own myth and horror. Like wounded animals these mothers run on the streets, seeking justice against this monstrosity within our midst. And still their howling is not heard, not by a system that administers it all and is feed by monsters. It all has a clear beginning and cause.
Let me talk about love. Love is not what your father teaches you, a submission to a persons will and desire so you are worthy to be loved in return. Love is your inner source and fire, a sacred grail of creation and joy. People who do not feel this joy of creation in them see the world in stone and grey and are driven by a yearning to get hold of your fire to feel love within them. They do not understand that love is from an unmaterial source. It does not serve abuse and can never be given in abuse. Love has no currency. Love is in the opening of your hand, a beam of light that enlightens the room, a tender smile, a gentle touch without touching. Love is never intrusive, always respectful, always responding. It is the very source of life itself. Some people call it God's love because it is so elusive. Love never hurts others. Sometimes love comes to teach us lessons, as love is also very strong, and a call to arms to defend it. When monsters come to hurt you, reach out to love and love will rise and protect you. Always belief in love only and that you are sacred.
Sometimes I think, this is so bizarre, it is not real, it can't be my life, I will wake up from this nightmare. Alas, it is my life and my nightmare I can not wake up from. Through this nightmare I saw the other nightmares of this world more clearly, the deceptions we all live in, the constant attacks of evil against love and our souls.
Right now our souls are in the stone garden, but the day will come when we both can be free again in the rose gardens of joy. Hold on my love, hold on.











