I've heard it said that group interaction, such as Blues Dancing on Thursday nights from 8:30 to 10:30 pm in the I Lounge, is healing. So after my debacle yesterday I went with a couple friends to get some partner healing done.
Who would have thought, but throwing yourself at people to the beat of the music was very healing. I believe, Blues Dancing specifically, activated my root chakra, as well as the second, and third ones all the way to my heart which in turn helped open my throat, purple, and white chakras. Sweat, furthermore, released the toxicity which had been generated by my fear feelings earlier.
This lead to a wonderful rush of positive energy which I am probably still riding now. And it is from this place of love which I express my anger.
In math class I misspelled the word 'closest' as 'closet'. This word sometimes, and especially when it comes out of the blue like that, is a trigger to a story I have of a friend. This story makes me angry:
My friend was at a parade.
A woman grabbed her and though she fought, the woman succeeded in sedating her and then forcing her to eat drugs so as to take her out of her right mind.
For the next eleven days my friend was kept in a closet and used as a sex slave.
When she escaped my friend went to the police, but the police did not believe her story. She started another year of school a month later and kept up with all her classes enough to stay at the university another year after that.
Whenever I remember this story it makes me angry. Because no matter how hard We (as women) fight we are still struck down. No matter how much shit we've gone through we are still expected to continue our lives as if nothing had happened. There is no grieving process or group behind my back looking for the killer to take revenge.
After every trauma there needs to be a time to cope. A time to grieve. A time to rebel. For the girls who smile when they are afraid and laugh when they want to cry,
Lesson#3: Rebel.
