Running from Weirdness

This is the weirdest thing that I have experienced in a very long time. 

Okay, the other day I was lying in bed in the middle of the night. I was thinking some very strange things and I said to myself that I better stop thinking about them or I never would get back to sleep again. But I couldn’t stop. I thought I might be dreaming, but the thoughts were much too coherent for a dream. I finally got up and went to the bathroom and my mind cleared and I fell into a dreamless sleep.

I didn’t write it down immediately, so I have forgotten a few parts, but I remember almost all of it. That is odd because my dreams usually fade as I wake up and are completely gone by the time I get out of bed.

There were four main characters, a young single mother, her son, a dog, and a postman. The mother wasn’t me, but she was the person I most identified with. She did the worrying for everybody.

The woman was getting ready to take her two-year-old out for a walk. She picked up her jacket but dropped it before she could put it on. When she turned to pick it up, she saw it was in a plastic bag, one like dry cleaners use, and that the dress she had worn the day before was also in the bag. Bewildered, she checked to see what she was wearing and it was a different dress, the dress she had put on that morning. She looked at her baby and found he was now a four-year-old. The boy said, “Let’s go!” So she put on her jacket, took his hand, and…

noticed that the window was missing. And the door. And the floor. They were floating in mid-air. “This is really weird,” she thought. Somehow she managed to get outside, holding the little boy’s hand tightly. She noticed that her shoes were missing. “I’ll get them,” the child said. He went back to get them and she waited quite a long time. He came back and gave her the shoes – yellow sandals. She put them on and turned to give him her hand, but he wasn’t there.

Panicked, she looked around. He had run on ahead and was lying on the ground, not moving, with a large dog standing over him. She ran toward him and her shoes fell off and she lost them again. She was sure he was dead, that the dog had killed him. It was her fault, she hadn’t been holding his hand. Her baby, and now he was dead. She started to cry.

When she got near him, he sat up. He smiled at her and said, “Don’t cry, I’m all right.” The dog said, “We are friends.” “Yes,” the boy said, “we are friends.” She was so relieved that she sat down next to him, gave him a big hug, and patted the dog. The dog said, “Now we are friends, too.” She thought a talking dog was a bit weird, but she was so happy she didn’t care.

They sat there a while, the three of them, talking and playing. Then she decided they had better get further away from the weird place that had been their home. She got up and said, “Let’s go.” “Can he come, too? asked the boy.”If he wants to.” “Of course I want to be with my friends, not all alone.” said the dog. The three of them started walking quickly away from the weird place.

After a while, they saw other people walking or, if they could, running, in the same direction. She asked where they were going but they were all out of breath and they looked very scared and they didn’t answer. She figured they were running from the weirdness. She didn’t run because she didn’t have any shoes and running would hurt her feet.

After a while, they came to a four-lane road. Two lanes were jammed with traffic going away from the weird place and there were no cars in the two lanes going toward it. She thought the traffic would go faster if the cars used all four lanes. After a while, three cars pulled off onto the shoulder of the road. The drivers got out and asked if she was okay and asked if they needed a ride. The two of them were welcome, but they didn’t want to take the dog. They imagined him sitting in the back seating drooling and didn’t want him to mess up their car. 

Since the dog was their friend, she said, “No thank you, we are fine.” The people got back in their cars, merged into the traffic and the three of them kept walking. After a while, they got tired of the smell of the cars and took a small road that led into a street that was parallel to the road. There was nobody else on the street.

They walked a long, long time and got very tired and hungry and thirsty. They found a shady place under a tree and sat down to rest. 

The woman noticed two houses on a little hill. She told her son and the dog to stay there and she would try and get some food and water. She went up to the first house and rang the doorbell. An old woman came to the door and shouted, “What do you want?” When the woman told her that they were hungry and thirsty, the old woman shouted, “I am not going to open my door to you and I am not giving you any of my food or water.” 

The woman thought she was scared. Maybe she knew about the weirdness and was hiding in her house. So she said, “I am sorry I bothered you,” and went to the next house. There, nobody answered the bell. 

She peered in the window. She saw that things in the house were disappearing. First a chair, then a table, then a lamp, then the ceiling. She got scared and went back to the tree with nothing to give the hungry child and the dog.

She sat downed and burst into tears. The weirdness was moving as fast as they were – they wouldn’t be able to run fast enough to get away from it. The little boy crawled into her lap and hugged her and the dog put his head on her leg. She felt a little better.

Just then a postman came up. He had been delivering letters to the two houses. He asked why she was crying and the boy told him. “She is crying because we are hungry and she tried to get food and water and she couldn’t get any for us.”

The postman said, “Oh, you are hungry? Stay here, I will be right back.’

He came back with a tray with meat and potatoes and plates and knives and forks. All three thanked him and the mother started eating with a knife and fork and the boy started eating with his hands and the dog ate with his mouth. There was also water to drink and two glasses and a bowl.

When they had finished, the postman gathered up the plates and put them on the tray. The boy said, “Where is dessert?” The postman said,”I will be right back.” He took away the dishes and came back with dessert on the tray.

The dessert was little ice cream pies. The boy picked up one, broke it in two, ate the part in his left hand, and gave the other half to the dog. The dog ate it and sat there looking at the other pies. When they had finished the pies, the dog said, “That was good. But why did you always eat your half before you gave me mine?”

There was no logical answer, so the woman said, “Maybe it has something to do with hands. He used his hands to break them in half.” The dog said, “I want hands.” The boy took off the dog’s paws, then took off his hands and put them on the dog’s front legs. He then put the paws on his arms. He asked the postman if they could have some more dessert. The postman said, “Of course!”

First, the dog gave the woman a whole pie. Then he broke one in half, ate his half, and gave the other half to the boy. The dog did this with all the other pies. When they were all gone, he said, “I am very full.” The boy said, “Me too.” The woman said she was also full, too, and thanked the postman once again. The postman said that it made him very happy to be able to give them a good meal. 

He picked up the dishes and left. The dog and the boy traded hands and paws. At first, the boy put his hands on upside down. His mother told him to take them off and turn them around before he put them back on. The boy was a little worried that the hands might have gotten stuck but they came off easily and he put them on the right way. Then he put the paws back on the dog. Now the boy had human hands again and the dog had doggie paws again.

They rested a little while and then got up and resumed fleeing the weirdness. They didn’t know where they were going but they did know they didn’t want to be back there.

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These are some things I learned from the “dream:”

You can run from weirdness but you can’t hide from it. Get used to it!

The world is very weird because of the pandemic. Some days it feels like my front door has disappeared. 

There are nice people in the world! And in my dreams! Three nice people and a nice dog. Even more, counting the nice drivers in the cars who stopped to see if they could help.

Mean people are often scared people.

You can see how far you have come in your journey but you have no idea where you are going.

If you want to meet a postman with dessert, take a side street.

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Upcoming Holidays

September

9/20 Full moon 

9/22 Fall Equinox 

9/29 Michaelmas/Feast of Archangel Michael and of all Angels

October

10/11 (?) Columbus Day

10/13 Backward Halloween

10/20 Full Moon

10/31 Halloween/start of Celtic New Year/start of the dark half of the year

November

11/1 All Saints’ Day

11/2 All Souls’ Day

11/4 New Moon

11/4 Satanic Revels

11/11 (?) Veterans’ Day

11/18-19 Partial Lunar Eclipse

11/19 Full Moon

11/25 Thanksgiving Day (United States)

11/28 First Sunday of Advent

11/30 St Andrew’s Day

Dates Important to Nazi and Neo-Nazi groups

9/16 Yom Kippur (Jewish Day of Atonement) 

9/21 – 9/27 Sukkot (Feast of Tabernacles, Jewish harvest festival

10/4 Hitler’s alternate half-birthday (Note: Hitler was born on Easter, so Nazis celebrate his actual half-birthday, 10/20, and his alternate half-birthdate six months after Easter, which falls on 4/4 this year.)

10/16 Death of Rosenburg

10/19 Death of Goering

10/20 Hitler’s half-birthday

11/9 Kristallnacht

11/29 -12/16 Chanukah/Hanukkah (Jewish Festival of Lights)

(NOTE: Not all groups meet on Jewish holidays. Some groups also mark Candlemas, Beltane, Lammas, Halloween, the solstices, and the equinoxes.)

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You can find more information on the following holidays at: 

Fall Equinox – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2012/09/16/the-fall-equinox/

Halloween (personal) – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2016/10/11/halloween/ 

Halloween (background) – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2011/10/02/samhainhalloween/

Thanksgiving – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2016/11/20/thanksgiving/

Yule/Winter Solstice – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2012/12/15/yulewinter-solstice/ 

Candlemas – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2012/01/21/candlemas/

Valentine’s Day – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2016/02/10/valentines-day/

Spring Equinox – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2012/02/13/the-spring-equinox/

Easter: personal – (for background, see Spring Equinox) – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2014/04/21/easter-blues/

Walpurgisnacht/May Eve – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2017/04/20/walpurgisnacht/

Beltane – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2013/04/28/beltane/

Mothers’ Day – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2016/04/26/mothers-day/

Fathers’ Day – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2020/06/20/ritual-abuse-and-fathers-day/

Summer Solstice (corrected text) – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2013/06/15/well-this-is-embarrassing/

Lammas – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/category/lamas/

and https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2012/07/23/august-ritual-dates/ 

Feast of the Beast/Bride of Satan: Part 1 – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2013/08/31/the-feast-of-the-beast/

Feast of the Beast/Bride of Satan: Part 2 – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2017/03/20/feast-of-the-beast-part-ii/

Me and The Delta

For a few weeks, when things were opening up, I cautiously started going out. I got some N95 masks and started to get familiar with Lyft and taxis again. And grocery stores! It was so good to do my own shopping, to pick out the things I wanted to eat. I could choose the freshest, ripest produce and make impulse buys if something looked good but wasn’t on my list. Except for riding with strangers, I felt safe. 

Each time before leaving the house, I had to weigh the pros and cons. I wasn’t sure how much risk I was willing to take and I had to think things through without guidelines. I mean, I had the CDC guidelines, but I knew they didn’t fit me. No way was I going to a bar or a baseball game or any other place where a whole bunch of people, some vaccinated, some not, were mingling and interacting and closer than six feet away from me. I didn’t want to take that chance, even if the CDC thought it was fine.

I knew that in my state we were nowhere near herd immunity and that Delta, being more contagious, spreads more rapidly. It would take a much higher rate of vaccination to achieve herd immunity and, given the percentage of the population who do not want to be vaccinated, we probably will never get to that point. 

I realized that I had to set my own guidelines and that I had to make similar decisions over and over without any feedback. The process was stressful and emotionally exhausting.

I watched the number of cases rise daily and figured it was getting pretty dangerous out there. I didn’t want to catch the virus and I didn’t want to risk infecting others unknowingly. I had isolated myself at home when the number of cases of the original strain of COVID was way lower than the current number of predominantly Delta COVID. It didn’t make sense to throw caution to the wind just because lots of other people were. So I went back into self-isolation.

How do I feel about it? Sad, but mainly resigned. I think it is a sensible decision, but to tell the truth, I am tired of being sensible. I wish I didn’t feel this was the right decision for me – I would far rather be able to go out and have fun whenever I wanted. I feel deprived.

There are echoes of my childhood issues in this situation. I spent most of my pre-school time in one room at home with trips to the park on nice days. I definitely was deprived of interaction with other children. The days were pretty much the same. I knew nothing else, so I wasn’t sad. 

During these years, I was abused in the cult and developed amnesia for what happened. I didn’t consciously remember, but my body remembered and became stiff and wary. Unconsciously I was absorbing messages – I wasn’t good enough, I was stupid, I was worthless, I was evil. Cult time was intense, home time was boring.

Self-isolation is going to give me another opportunity to look at those deep beliefs, to challenge them, to discover the rules, and then defy the rules, one and all. This will not be boring!

I think that every new trauma can stir up memories of older, similar ones. Thus a flashback is like those nested Russian dolls. There are flashbacks within flashbacks.A flashback to what happened last night, and what happened last year, and what happened when you were 12, and 6, and maybe even 2. And that is very crazy-making. What feelings, what behaviors, are part of which flashback? And would it make sense to sort things into past and present, not one pile for present and many little piles for past events?

This experience of self-isolation doesn’t elicit a full-fledged flashback. It’s more diffuse, mistier. But it is like the nested dolls, with echoes of feelings from different stages of my life when I struggled with loneliness and alienation. 

I may be physically isolated, but I am not emotionally isolated, thanks to ZOOM. My emotional life is rich and I have many friends. I think I can say without exaggeration that I have more friends and more close friends than I have ever had.

I never explicitly worked on making friends. Never read all that self-help advice, never looked at what childhood beliefs and traumas held me back from close relationships. It just happened, like growth spurts happen to children with no effort on their part.

It’s not the first time I’ve been busy working on a problem and all of a sudden I make progress in an entirely different area. A lot must be going on beneath the surface! I don’t understand it, but I am very pleased and grateful.

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upcoming holidays

August

8/22 Full Moon  
8/24 St. Bartholomew’s Day

September

9/5 – 9/7 Feast of the Beast/Marriage of the Beast
9/7 Labor Day (United States)
9/20 Full moon
9/22 Fall Equinox
9/29 Michaelmas/Feast of Archangel Michael and all Angels 

 October

10/11 (?) Columbus Day
10/13 Backward Halloween
10/20 Full Moon
10/31 Halloween/start of Celtic New Year/start of the dark half of the year

Dates Important to Nazi and Neo-Nazi groups

9/1 Start of WW2  
9/7 Rosh Hashana (Jewish New Year, Day of Judgement)  
9/16 Yom Kippur (Jewish Day of Atonement)  
9/21 – 9/27 Sukkot (Feast of Tabernacles, Jewish harvest festival
10/4 Hitler’s alternate half-birthday (Note: Hitler was born on Easter, so Nazis celebrate his actual half-birthday, 10/20, and his alternate half-birthdate six months after Easter, which falls on 4/4 this year.)
10/16 Death of Rosenburg  
10/19 Death of Goering
10/20 Hitler’s half-birthday

(NOTE: Not all groups meet on Jewish holidays. Some groups also mark Candlemas, Beltane, Lammas, Halloween, the solstices, and the equinoxes.)

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You can find more information on the following holidays at: 

Lammashttps://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/category/lamas/
and https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2012/07/23/august-ritual-dates/ 
Feast of the Beast/Bride of Satan: Part 1 – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2013/08/31/the-feast-of-the-beast/
Feast of the Beast/Bride of Satan: Part 2https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2017/03/20/feast-of-the-beast-part-ii/
Fall Equinoxhttps://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2012/09/16/the-fall-equinox/
Halloween (personal) – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2016/10/11/halloween/ 
Halloween (background) – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2011/10/02/samhainhalloween/
Thanksgiving https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2016/11/20/thanksgiving/
Yule/Winter Solstice https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2012/12/15/yulewinter-solstice/ 
Candlemas –  https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2012/01/21/candlemas/
Valentine’s Day –  https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2016/02/10/valentines-day/
Spring Equinox https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2012/02/13/the-spring-equinox/
Easter: personal – (for background, see Spring Equinox) – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2014/04/21/easter-blues/
Walpurgisnacht/May Evehttps://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2017/04/20/walpurgisnacht/
Beltanehttps://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2013/04/28/beltane/
Mothers’ Dayhttps://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2016/04/26/mothers-day/
Fathers’ Day https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2020/06/20/ritual-abuse-and-fathers-day/
Summer Solstice (corrected text) – https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2013/06/15/well-this-is-embarrassing/



How I Left the Cult/Delta Variant/MindGeek and Pornhub

How I Left the Cult

I don’t understand why I was allowed to leave the cult. As far as I can tell. they thought I was still a member and I thought I wasn’t. Sort of like my parents, who were born Episcopalian (as was I) and just sort of drifted away as the years passed. Their parents had been observant but didn’t make a big fuss when their children gradually stopped going to church.

I was sent to boarding school when I was fifteen, so there were long periods of ritual-free time. That was followed by two years of college, a gap year in Italy, then two more years of college. I got married early in my Senior year and so had a great excuse to come home less and less often. I attended only a couple of rituals my first two years in college and none after I married.

There were two major call-back times which I didn’t recognize because I hadn’t yet remembered anything. One was when I turned 33. All I remember was weeping because Jesus died at that age, and, compared to what he had accomplished, I had done absolutely nothing. A waste of a life. The other was when my father died. Again, I had remembered nothing; later I realized he was asking me to take his place in the cult. I didn’t.

A lot had to do with the dynamics inside the cult. It was a traditional, snobby, group that traced its history back to pre-revolutionary days and then some. Their way was the correct way to do things; everything else was inferior, ignorant, or in poor taste. The old members were dying off and the younger ones either drifted away or left for more exciting Satanic shores. So, year by year, its hold on the few remaining members became weaker and weaker.

I was used in mind control experiments and child pornography as well. The mind control project was shut down by the powers that be above it in the hierarchy. I believed that they lost their funding and that they hoped they would regain it and pick up where they left off with me. Nobody showed any interest in me from that point on.

As for the child pornography part of the abuse … well, at a certain point I was no longer a child. I don’t know what criteria they used to select children to be trafficked as adults and children to be discarded. I’m very glad I was discarded.

Once, when I was deeply depressed, I thought bitterly that I was so worthless that not even the cult wanted me. These days I find that being rejected by the cult is amazingly good fortune! And to be rejected by the mind control people and the pimps as well – who could ask for anything more?

Most survivors don’t have it as easy as I did. Many endure callback after callback after callback plus harassment and punishment for every step away from the cult. I feel terrible for the way they are treated and admire their determination to escape. I cannot give any advice from my personal experience. Occasionally I can see something they cannot because their vision is clouded by fear, but that’s about it. I wish I had more to give.

Others are subjected to what is called “discard programming.” If they are no longer useful to the abusers for one reason or another, they are set up to destroy themselves. Sometimes quickly, by suicide, sometimes slowly by drugs, alcohol, or other kinds of self-destructive behavior. That’s safe for the perpetrators – people will blame the victim and not look further for the cause of their self-destructive behavior.

Sometimes people with discard programming will have an inkling that they are obeying orders and will become rebellious. “So they want me to drink myself to death? Fuck them! I’m going to make a good life for myself.” Sometimes they stumble across something that makes life worth living and motivates them to fight their addictions. Whether the spark is made out of love or anger, the result is the same. They escape.

We cheer them on and welcome them into the world of survivors on the healing path.

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The Delta Variant of COVID-19 Is Bad News

I was worried about Delta being a major threat and hoping I was over-reacting. I wasn’t. If anything, I was under-reacting.

It is just as contagious as chickenpox and more so than MERS, SARS, Ebola, the common cold, flu (including the 1918 flu), and smallpox, a CDC report said. This surge is going to be far worse than the others and the states with low vaccination rates are going to be devastated.

Please be extra cautious about protecting yourself and others, whether you are vaccinated or not. (Vaccinated people can get a mild case, never know it, and infect others they come in contact with. They are just as infectious as people who have caught the virus and have never been vaccinated.)

I hope everybody will put aside their need to blame somebody and focus on being kind and caring. For those of you reading who do not wear masks or want to get vaccinated, I think I understand where you are coming from. I hope you can put yourselves in my shoes and imagine where I am coming from. We need to be respectful of each other and remember that our lives are equally precious.

https://www.reuters.com/business/healthcare-pharmaceuticals/us-cdc-internal-report-calls-delta-variant-contagious-chickenpox-nyt-2021-07-30/

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/07/30/health/covid-cdc-delta-masks.html?campaign_id=60&emc=edit_na_20210730&instance_id=0&nl=breaking-news&ref=headline&regi_id=112647142&segment_id=64839&user_id=c9efd3687ea12eec8e32e61a5b86de7d

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MindGeek/Pornhub/Xtube Developments Are Good News

Here’s update on MindGeek, which is like an octopus with many tentacles. The tentacles are porn companies owned by MindGeek, indirectly, I think, through a network of shell companies. They grab money from all over the ocean and stuff it into the octopus’ mouth.

The octopus is about to lose a big source of money. One of its tentacles, Xtube, is shutting down on September 5. (https://thenextweb.com/news/pornhub-network-porn-site-xtube-shutting-down-september-mindgeek) This site probably has a large percentage of illegal material, because it allows people to post their own porn and moderation is, shall we say, probably pretty inefficient. Pornhub deleted 80% of the videos on its site — 10 million videos.

The octopus must  be very hungry these days because Visa, Mastercard, Discover, PayPal, and Comcast/Xfinity will have nothing to do with MindGeek anymore. And it must be scared that it’s going to have to spend a lot of the money that it has tucked away in hard-to-find places. It has to hire a lot of expensive lawyers to defend itself against six different lawsuits brought by people who were raped on film for Pornhub’s use, most of whom were children at the time. And if it loses, there goes a lot more money.

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Upcoming Holidays

July

7/23 Full Moon 
7/25 St. James’ Day/Festival of the Horned God 
7/27 Grand Climax

August

8/1 Lammas/Lughnasadh 
8/13 Friday the 13th 
8/15 (?) Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary 
8/22 Full Moon 
8/24 St. Bartholomew’s Day

September

9/5 – 9/7 Feast of the Beast/Marriage of the Beast 
9/7 Labor Day (United States) 
9/20 Full moon 
9/22 Fall Equinox 
9/29 Michaelmas/Feast of Archangel Michael and of all Angels

Dates Important to Nazi and Neo-Nazi groups

7/29 Hitler proclaimed leader of the Nazi party 
9/1 Start of WW2 
9/7 Rosh Hashana (Jewish New Year, Day of Judgement) 
9/16 Yom Kippur (Jewish Day of Atonement) 
9/17 Hitler’s alternate half-birthday 
9/21 – 9/27 Sukkot (Feast of Tabernacles, Jewish harvest festival

(NOTE: Not all groups meet on Jewish holidays. Some groups also mark Candlemas, Beltane, Lammas, Halloween, the solstices, and the equinoxes.)

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You can find more information on the following holidays at: 

 Lammas: https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/category/lamas/

 and https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2012/07/23/august-ritual-dates/ 

Feast of the Beast/Bride of Satan: Part 1  https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2013/08/31/the-feast-of-the-beast/

Feast of the Beast/Bride of Satan: Part 2  https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2017/03/20/feast-of-the-beast-part-ii/

Fall Equinox: https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2012/09/16/the-fall-equinox/

Halloween (personal):  https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2016/10/11/halloween/ 

Halloween (background):  https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2011/10/02/samhainhalloween/

Thanksgiving  https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2016/11/20/thanksgiving/

Yule/Winter Solstice:  https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2012/12/15/yulewinter-solstice/ 

Candlemas:  https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2012/01/21/candlemas/

Valentine’s Day:  https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2016/02/10/valentines-day/

Spring Equinox:  https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2012/02/13/the-spring-equinox/

Easter: personal: (for background, see Spring Equinox) https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2014/04/21/easter-blues/

Walpurgisnacht/May Eve: https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2017/04/20/walpurgisnacht/

Beltane: https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2013/04/28/beltane/

Mothers’ Day: https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2016/04/26/mothers-day/

 Fathers’ Day: https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2020/06/20/ritual-abuse-and-fathers-day/

 Summer Solstice (corrected text): https://ritualabuse.wordpress.com/2013/06/15/well-this-is-embarrassing/