The other day, a very terrible memory of group sexual abuse was creeping into my consciousness and I was struggling to accept it. I was feeling the contamination of it and realizing that I am less dissociated now.
 
I saw a child inside, encased in a bubble. The bubble is there to protect me from the contamination of what the child had to do. I realized that there is this kind of compartmentalization all through me. Bubbles floating in a sea of dissociation, their toxic contents contained away from consciousness so that they cannot hurt. Only... this strategy is not perfect, nor is it permanent. Their effects leak out. They leak to the surface as pain, fatigue, depression, anxiety, etc.
 
The two main groups of dissociated parts inside that I have the hardest time dealing with and who are firmly encased in bubbles are sexual parts and child parts. They contain feelings and memories that I don't want to face. But many of us inside realize that we must. To be safe and whole we must look at them, accept them, allow the bubbles to dissolve and their stories woven into the tapestry of story that is our life.

Maybe in time I will be able to explain fully what this set represents. This is a working through of memories that are not fully known, but their effects.... their fingerprints are sensed everywhere.
 
The effects are about having been transformed spiritually in a way that changes one's spiritual DNA, giving a person extraordinary abilities. This may seem like a good thing at first glance, but the result is feelings of lonliness, abnormality, forever separated from others, desired for what others can get from us, leads us to being used.
 
We were told that like the butterfly cannot ever go back and be a caterpillar, we cannot go back and become ordinary and earth-bound. We should use our extraordinary abilities for the good of humanity..... but what about us?

To me, there is no more mystical place than in a forest. Here in the Pacific Northwest, the gigantic and ancient trees seem to hold so many memories and secrets. Heaven and Earth touch in the forest.

For contest in the group, Inspired By Song. A set that is about my first concert experience.
 
I was 16 years old and actually was most interested in and bought tickets to see the opening act, which was Berlin. I took my sister and sadly, Berlin didn't show. At the time, all I THOUGHT I knew of Yes was the currently popular song, "Owner of a Lonely Heart". My older and wiser sister told me that I would surely love what was coming and that I would recognize many Yes songs.
 
Boy, was she right. Yes absolutely took my breath away. It was the first and best to date concert I have ever seen or experienced. They are beyond compare.

Isaiah 30: 20- 22
 
20 Although the Lord gives you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, your teachers will be hidden no more; with your own eyes you will see them. 21 Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it." 22 Then you will defile your idols overlaid with silver and your images covered with gold; you will throw them away like a menstrual cloth and say to them, "Away with you!"
 
Tagged to do a one color scheme set. Well, I came close.
 
If they haven't been tagged already, I tag:
 
LJHomesteader, Ravenindigo, Mommabear, KC Agent 99, and A Wounded Healer
 
to make a set that is one color scheme.

This is a symbolic illustration of a particular type of terrible spiritual abuse I was subjected to and am struggling to deal with. The experiences do not go into words well and it is frustrating. Art seems to convey the feel of it better.

Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the Son of Peace to you.

2 Praise the LORD, O my soul,
and forget not all his benefits-
 
3 who forgives all your sins
and heals all your diseases,
 
4 who redeems your life from the pit
and crowns you with love and compassion

Psalm 103: 2-4