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June 22, 2025 at 8:54 pm #447043
anita
ParticipantJournaling: light outside, All day- no stretches of bluish sky, none through the whole of this Sunday. All grey, all the time.
And no birds. Did see a few rabbits though.
Light outside, no sign of darkness, no sign of the sun.. I remember the sun, bright.. none of that.
Wait, I hear birds.. Yes, oh yes, the relief! I hear them birds.. yes, I hear them, thank you!
… The Worldly Crisis is that of Distrust.
Trust- the most precious commodity.
T.R.U.S.T.
To be worthy of trust- nothing, Nothing more important, Nothing more crucial than making oneself worthy of
T.R.U.S.T.
.. Anita (that’s me.. Anita.. trustworthy)
June 23, 2025 at 7:17 pm #447061anita
ParticipantSupposedly, hopefully, this is one hour into a cease fire between the evil regime of Iran, that which has been calling for “Death to Israel!” and “Death to America!” for forty years-… and the tiniest country in the middle east: Israel.
It all came about four hours ago.
Will a cease fire hold by the time I am back to the computer..?
Anita
June 23, 2025 at 8:15 pm #447062anita
ParticipantSome time BEFORE I submitted the above, the Iranians shot misses into Israel, causing great destruction and the death of one person.. two hours into a supposed cease fire..
What’s next..?
Anita
June 24, 2025 at 8:54 am #447075anita
ParticipantI was mistaken in the above post: the destruction I referred to (four dead, not one, all in an apartment building that was hit by an Iranian ballistic missile) took place an hour and 20 minutes before the scheduled ceasefire (Mon, June 24, 7 am, Israel time).
But only 12 minutes later (7:12 am, Israel time), Iran sent 15 more ballistic missiles into the north of Israel. And then again, 3.5 hours later, 2 more missiles were sent into Israel. Four hours later (four hours ago), Israel attacked in Northern Iran.
I want to note that Israel has been targeting Iran’s nuclear infrastructure, ballistic missile capabilities, and scientific personnel directly involved in weapons development. Iran’s missile attacks, however, targe civilian infrastructure: people’s homes (most who live in tall apartment buildings).
Anita
June 24, 2025 at 9:26 am #447076Alessa
ParticipantHi Anita
I feel badly for all of the people (and their loved ones) involved in the ongoing conflicts with Israel. I fear this will not be the end.
Governments are flawed all over the world, but it is truly the people that suffer when wars break out. No one deserves to die so that the rich can make even money by selling weapons.
June 24, 2025 at 9:38 am #447077Alessa
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June 24, 2025 at 10:05 am #447079anita
ParticipantDear Alessa:
Thank you for your message. I couldn’t have said it any better myself. Greed does fuel war.
The global arms trade is a multibillion-dollar industry, and when weapons become commodities— the incentive to maintain peace weakens. The lives lost, the homes destroyed, the futures stolen—those become just the cost of doing business for those at the top.
It’s deeply unjust. And it’s so easy to feel powerless in the face of it all. But messages like yours remind me that compassion still speaks, still sees, and still matters.
With appreciation, Anita
June 24, 2025 at 6:38 pm #447086anita
ParticipantJournaling—something I do in my own threads, just typing out whatever comes to mind:
There is a gap between the desire to connect with other people and the reality of disconnect—or of connection that doesn’t last.
My biggest failure-to-connect was with my own mother. Oh, how hard I tried. And for how long.
I was young and, naturally, able to connect. She was too damaged, too sick to connect.
Fast forward: I find myself in a world full of damaged people who are unable to connect, at least not for long.
I was a troubled teenager and young adult. Sick. But with lots of healing work—or perhaps a better word: transformation work—I’m now able to connect. And I’m okay within myself. Gone is the torment-within.
But still—I’m aware that the world, in large parts, hasn’t healed. Hasn’t transformed.
The leader of the “free world” is a sick egomaniac.
It isn’t true, what he says (and what Netanyahu repeats), that the nuclear weapons capabilities of Iran have been destroyed. It’s simply not true. It’s just what both of them—Trump and Netanyahu—say to promote themselves, and no one else. At the expense of the truth.
Connecting. Trying to connect—in a broken world.
I keep going back to my mother, myself… because that’s where the origin lies: the desire to connect. The failure to connect. The shock. The betrayal of trust. The resulting decades-long anxiety and depression. (C-PTSD.)
Betrayal of Trust is a Global Epidemic, says I.
Acronym: BOTAGE.
Of course, I don’t trust the Iranian regime (their “Death to Israel!” “Death to America!” chants come to mind).
And I don’t trust Netanyahu. Nor do I trust Trump.
I don’t trust the Democratic Party candidates who ran against Trump either—nor all those career politicians who call themselves “public servants” while serving primarily themselves.
BOTAGE has been going on for too long: politicians bought by major corporations, including the multinational corporations that manufacture and sell weapons systems—which, by definition, profit from war and death.
“For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil.” — 1 Timothy 6:10
“Now the earth was corrupt in God’s sight and was full of violence.” — Genesis 6:11
“Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have.” — Hebrews 13:5
Those words were written nearly 3,000 years ago.
Fast forward: VOILÀ. Here we are, Surprise.. not.
I find comfort in just seeing all this as-is.
Anita
June 24, 2025 at 8:05 pm #447087anita
ParticipantStill journaling:
As for the love of money— It’s been years since I carried any cash. I don’t know how to use a credit or debit card at a register. I haven’t gone clothes shopping in ages. All my clothes are old.
I live beyond the city limits and do most of my traveling on foot. Just walking. I’m known around here as The Walker. People driving by don’t ask if I need a ride. They know better. They know I’m The Walker.
Listening to old music, I’m thinking: There is nothing more intense than the thirst for life in someone who’s been thirsty for too long.
There’s something about youth stifled for too long— It collapses inward. Not dead. Not alive— But the thirst is still there.
The desire is there. But the youth is gone.
Except for how I get to feel when I dance in public, after enough red wine— I get to be YOUNG again.
And right now, right here—on a public forum— I imagine I am not alone. Someone is reading me. Someone is… awakened by something I write.
Someone is SEEING me.
It’s all those years, so long ago—living in the dark, unseen.
The thirst is about being seen—SEE ME.
SEE ME.
Me. This person here. Me. Me.
Me—see me?
I just looked at the news. Trump insists that Iran’s nuclear capabilities have been completely obliterated, simply because it’s a version that’s convenient to him.
He’s essentially saying: “I, Trump, OBLITERATED Iranian nuclear capabilities! See how GREAT I AM—greatest of all!”
A Narcissist in Chief. And his co-narcissist: Netanyahu.
Anita
June 24, 2025 at 10:08 pm #447092anita
ParticipantMy heart is breaking for the seven Israeli soldiers—19, 20-year-olds—killed in Gaza most recently. They look so young, they could all be my grandchildren. One is laughing in the photo, so youthfully happy. Another looks so… innocent, almost childlike. One, I think, is Ethiopian-Israeli (when I left Israel in 1985, the Ethiopian immigration was very new; this boy wasn’t even born). Another might be the child of Russian immigrants, from that later wave of immigration.
Seeing their faces in the photos breaks my heart.
I feel… selfish for being so old, and yet alive—when they were cut off from life, not even a third of my age. I never knew any of them alive. And yet, I’d give my life for them if it meant they could live.
I just read that Iran arrested 700 Iranians they suspect of spying for Israel. I feel badly for them. I imagine they’re being tortured.
So much cruelty. So much torture and death.
Why… I wish not.
Anita
June 25, 2025 at 11:06 pm #447125Alessa
ParticipantHi Anita
Now they are trying self service checkouts. Where you scan things and put them on a scale to be weighed and there is often a camera to prevent theft. You have to press options on a screen.
Most new cards do contactless. So all you do is tap it against the card reader. But to use that feature you have to put the card into the box with the keypad and put the pin number in then press the enter or green button. After you do that once you can use contactless. Occasionally they do make you enter the pin again as a safety measure.
At a register the cashier will often direct you where to put your card if it looks like you’re struggling because there are so many different types of card readers. There is usually a slot to pop your card in somewhere. I always indicate whether I’m paying by card or cash to the cashier, because they have to turn the card reader on. If you struggle with the card reader, give your card to the cashier. They are used to helping. 😊
I appreciate that you’re a very compassionate person and very thoughtful about your politics. Not everyone is so kind. ❤️
Bless well you can’t be too careful in this world. It is sensible not to hitchhike. I’m glad you stay safe. It’s good that you enjoy walking too.
It could be nice for you to get some new clothes, if you’re interested there are so many different styles and options nowadays. It is a form of self-expression for many.
I’m impressed that you manage to get by without money. You must be a very resourceful person. ❤️
Thinking of you!
June 25, 2025 at 11:40 pm #447126anita
ParticipantJournaling, whatever comes to mind this Wed night, very close to 11 pm (dark, totally dark, no birds):
My mother comes to mind simply because there was never a person more important, more powerful in my mind and heart, than my mother.
Simply, she has been The One.
She didn’t know she was. But she was.
She didn’t notice the little person who cared for her more than anything..
She didn’t notice that one entity (me) who would have done anything… anything for her.
Who is Anita? Answer: a girl who loves her mother. A girl whose love was not noticed, not even detected as a thing of value.
This is it. This is my story: Love that was never Noticed, or Valued as anything of.. value.
Unnoticed Love. Such that will never be noticed.. by anyone other than me.
That’s in the core of me: Unnoticed.
And she’d never know, never had the capacity to understand this simple, little- big fact: that of a girl loving her mother.
I hear, in my mind, people criticizing me, not understanding.. thinking badly of me for.. not moving on from this devastation- a devastation of a love unnoticed and unreciprocated for way too long.
But really, no one is reading this, I mean.. So, it’s almost like private journaling.
Again, it’s about loving someone so very much, so very deeply while they don’t even notice, and worse: they (she, my mother) seeing me as the enemy, as a Hater- the TOTAL opposite of the truth of whom I was, of what I was about-
No, No, No Mother- no, you are misunderstanding: I don’t hate you like you say, I LOVE YOU!
And she says, like she always said: You are a bad girl, Anita, you are a hateful girl. All you want is to HURT me.
No, no mother- this is not true!
But it is, she says, you are a bad- bad little girl.
No, I LOVE YOU!
No, you hate me, she says.
And so, my love could never reach her, never accepted; always rejected.
My healing, my recovery- as much as is possible for me- is BELIEVING that really, I was that LOVING little girl, and not that hateful girl she said I was so many, many times, drilling that false message into me.
That was her imagination, her real, pathological paranoia- it was not who I was, not who I am.
And this is what’s it’s about: her paranoia no longer taking me hostage: I am NOT who she said I was (so many, many times). I am not hateful! No! I am a loving person. You got me so very wrong, mother!
But there’s no point and no one to reach this with.. it was only you and I there, back then. You insisted I was BAD. I say: I was and I am GOOD. You were wrong.
Who I am? A loving girl, a loving person, and I will go to my grave, or non-grave: a LOVING girl, a loving Anita..
Anita (that’s me…)
June 25, 2025 at 11:48 pm #447127anita
ParticipantMy goodness, Alessa, I posted the above not even noticing that you sent me a message less than an hour before. I will respond in the morning, thank you, Alessa!
Anita
June 26, 2025 at 9:15 am #447132anita
ParticipantDear Alessa:
Thank you so much for your kind and generous reply. I could feel your warmth in every word—and I want you to know how deeply I appreciate it.
Your detailed explanation about how the card readers and self-checkouts work was so patient and thoughtful. You took the time to walk me through something that might seem small to others, but to me, feels like a stressful blur of technology. I live with ADHD and learning disabilities, and those make it extremely difficult—and at times feel nearly impossible—for me to learn and use new technology.
I do need new clothes but going shopping feels like too much and buying online.. that’s too much technology for me! And by the way, I do drive from time to time, but not far (not far enough for clothes shopping, which would be maybe 20 km from here (I live outside the city limits and the nearest downtown area is small)
Thank you for thinking of me. Thank you for your attention and kindness ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
Anita
June 26, 2025 at 11:33 am #447135Alessa
ParticipantHi Anita
Not to worry, I used to teach digital literacy. You might not realise this, but you are doing quite well with technology. A lot of people can’t do anything at all. So even though it is tricky and takes time to learn because of your difficulties, I have faith that you will get there in time. Just be gentle and patient with yourself while you’re getting used to it. ❤️
I always used to say, that if you aren’t working in technology not to worry if there are things that you can’t do, as long as you can do the things that you want and need to do, that is the main thing. That’s why other people work in IT to help everyone else out with the harder stuff. 😊
That’s honestly fair, a lot of people don’t like driving long distances. It does sound like a long way to walk though. Are there any public transport options?
Online shopping might be a good idea to try, if you have a good mail service. The main thing is not to go onto websites that aren’t well known because it is not safe to give out card details freely.
http://www.amazon.com is very well known and safe to use. It has a very good return policy.
You would have to go through various stages.
Registering or creating an account.
Searching for items and adding them to your “basket”
Adding card and address details
Placing the order or checking out
If you take it in stages, and practice bit by bit I’m sure you’ll get there in the end. What people tend to get stuck on is creating passwords. If you have any questions about anything I’d be happy to help.
Thank you, it’s very kind of you to say!
I have never heard anything so ridiculous as you supposedly being hateful. It sounds like she projected herself onto you a lot. She was the hateful one, which is why she couldn’t see your inherent goodness. But her cruelty couldn’t stamp out your love and kindness. It only grows, day by day. I’m sorry that you grew up with a hateful mother, a very painful experience indeed and despite the pain, you loved her anyway. I’m glad that you were strong enough to hold onto your kindness and she didn’t manage to take that from you. I wouldn’t have been lucky enough to meet you if she had. ❤️
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