It begins as we get into the car to travel home together after the disastrous weekend we had in the bush. More of that story can be found on 'Betrayal' and 'Remembering the bad stuff as Protection against Charm'.
This is all completely fucked up ..... so we can now be horribly honest about EVERYTHING
(All this obsession about penetrative sex is not that anyone is being pedantic about what constitutes 'Betrayal', it's more about sniffing out the lies he told - when he was pretending to be brutally honest with me. So Debbie and I are both chasing him down a rabbit hole here so he cannot defend this lie any more.)
Some of you have seen the old movie Labyrinth with David Bowie. The girl is sent in a maze and must progress through difficulties, deceits, illusions, dreams and empty promises. At the end, she reaches the castle and confronts the sorcerer. Then, she realizes, everything was an illusion, a game. To break the spell and get out of the maze she tells him "You have no power over me." And that is all. The maze, the castle, the illusions crumble and she is back home.
“That which is to give light
Must endure burning.”
One day you wake up and you’re a skeleton.
You want to paste back on the substance that was you but you can’t find it in the ashes.
You reach in and pull out dust.
This is when you begin to understand that this is somehow the truth you were meant to find as a little girl who just wanted to be loved. This experience, this dance with the devil that scaled you down to the bones happened because it needed to. All of the things that brought you to the dance floor in the first place must be examined, turned over, and illuminated. You so want to find the light. You've been lost in the dark for so long...