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Day 18: International Crime Research – Child Pornography Part 2

Day 18: International Crime Research – Child Pornography Part 2.

Woman killed by train in fleeing from police.

I was reading a newspaper article on illegal immigrant who had been living as a vagrant together with about a hundred other vagrants – who was killed by a train after the police arrived to chase them from where they were living ‘illegally.’

The SAPS (police) spokesman was quoted as saying that ‘the police cannot be blamed for such an incident. Yes the police and the governments who allow for the existence of poverty and the human race who allow for the existence of rich/poor can never be blamed for anything that happens to the lives of the beings who exist on this planet. The fact that all live is born here Equally from the physical does not matter to the human. We have come to accept and allow that lives are dispensable if and when they interfere with the rich remaining rich and the survival of the middle class. Therefore an incident like this reflects the following – that as the human race we do not care about each other – we care about making money. We do not care about the Abuse and Death in the name of Money as long as it is not a rich person or a person who contributes to the capitalist system that is dying or being abused. The only time we pay attention to the death of someone due to circumstances which are based in greed and protection of the wealthy is when it entertains those who read the newspaper.

Therefore those who read the newspaper and only feel curiosity and hopelessness – are actually responsible for the death of the person/plant/animal about who the article is written. Why? Because as long as we allow the Economic/Capitalist system which exists so that we can Live – as it currently is and merely read with a slight feeling of ‘shame; for the being – we are directly observing Abuse for our Survival. This is obviously what the Capitalist system is designed on – the Abuse of Life on this planet so that most can say ‘I survive’. Therefore a blind eye is turned against the reality of what we read in the newspaper. We do not see these events as direct, accountable actions which we are accountable and self-responsible for – we see these events as somewhat sad but really not our fault. The connection has not been made between the event and our participation and acceptance of the world systems.
So this immigrant dies and no-one is to blame. The focus of the article is to evoke our emotions and feelings and to get us to feel fear and trepidation about the system – and was not written from a perspective of how this really happened, and what can be done to correct such world problems, globally as a sustainable solution that will stop such events from happening again. The short term emotional response leaves the reader somewhat apprehensive and now the being thinks about how this lady died from a shallow perspective – meaning: you will read the article and you will have an emotional reaction. Thoughts will come up in your mind which allow you to ‘wonder’ for a brief moment how this could happen to you and your family and how to prevent this. We do not for a moment actually look behind the veil and see what the real problem is as the world systems – we only view the incident through a filter, which allows us to quickly process how to prevent our lives from turning out that bad, that we have to live in squalor, fending for our lives, moving from park to park just to be able to sleep and not get robbed/raped, avoiding both criminal and police, After all, in the end being chased by the police could result in jail or even death. That is why in this article as in most articles the police take a back seat and proclaim they are not responsible. This is specifically placed so that they do not have to walk hand in hand with the public but create the perception of being behind us, watching and chasing us and doing so secretly in the name of something else. Therefore implying that they will destroy us if the need be to protect the wealthy and then proclaim – that they were not responsible – therefore ‘you had it coming.’

What happens inside you when you read these type of articles? Inside oneself you decide that you will keep your job, no matter what strain it places on you. You will pay your taxes (the fear of going against the big man) and you will abide by all the rules given to you by your government. That way you will remain safe and keep yourself and your family from being chased, abused, murdered, raped, sold or killed. The actual fear that is driving people is impulsed from the media –that is why the real story of why that woman died will never be told. The media, governments, criminologists etc will never use their clever advisors, cabinet members or researchers to actually dissect the world problems and see the causes for the problems, find direct sustainable solutions, find management teams to implement them and stop the madness. Therefore it will be you and I who see the problem and recognise the solution who will write about what we realize, place it for all to see and stand together as one voice. Through this we create waves of awareness which will eventually allow all to see and realize– that the way we live now and what we accept is not cool. If your child grows up to be that woman living on the street, running for her life just to be hit by a train rather than have to be caught by the police – would you shrug the event off? How many of your children would have to become that woman, to die tragically for you to pay attention and not just read the newspaper article for the sake of amusement?

If your answer is – ‘well it won’t happen to my child – I protect my children’. Then ask yourself the question – who will become that woman in the current capitalist system – oppressed through the system of labour and profit – so that your children are protected one day as adults in the system? I suggest always place yourself and your children in the shoes of those who pay the price so that the rest of humanity can chase our desires. My blogs will expose world events as they really happened. The cause, the consequences, the actuality of how our existing Money System directly and indirectly creates the abuse and suffering of millions – which is why as solution I suggest the implementation of an Equal Money System.


Since starting sexual intercourse about three months ago I have experiened various levels of discomfort and illness. Due to not using sufficient lubrication I scratched the inside of my vagina (vaginal wall) and thereafter I developed a slight infection which then resulted in a full blown bladder infection. Now I have heard of bladder infections being difficuilt to remove or just plain impossible, however what I am experiencing leaves me with this distinct idea that this is no ordinary bladder infection.

Halfway through the ‘session’ I would feel myself becoming scratched on the inside> I was not aware that this was, not so cool, so I would continue. Eventually I was completely raw and then decided to go to my gynie

I have been to the ‘doctor’ a few times, and I am not normally one to go to doctors. I have always been quite good with sorting out my own health issues’ just by using Kinesiology or self-forgiveness. However this bladder infection has not been easy to work with. The first time I got the bladder infection was when I forgot to use sufficient lubrication. Now sex to me, you must understand was a very traumatic experience. I was never able to have sex, because I was molested by some men at a party when I was young and have since then ‘detested’ sex and never quite understood why. It had taken me up till now to see what happened and why I harboured such rage against men. I then realised that for me to release myself from this decision to hate men and sex forever, I would have to push beyond my own ‘limitations’ (the decision to give this event power over me). So, with the assistance of Anthony who I am in an agreement with, I pushed through the painful sexual intercourse part and proceeded to work on having intercourse. this was extremely difficuilt as the pain was nearly unbearable as well as I felt trapped and sufficated with a penis inside me. But what was interesting was when I started doing forgiveness on ‘the event that took place’ I actually was then able to have intercourse! Obviously not 100% painfree, but I was actually able to lie there and exist merely as the breath and support myself through the initial painful experience of intercourse and just breath, instead of having all sorts of panic reactions rush through me and give me all sorts of reason to become hysterical.

So once I moved past that point I then started enjoying myself from the perspective that I then allowed myself to start experiencing me. I would push me to start feeling more within my vagina and I also started seeing myself from a new perspective. Obviously one is always here, therefore you dont actually ‘re-appear’ or something but I saw within me how it was possible for me to move beyond my greatest fears. So then I started playing with intercourse but found myself to be unsure of how to have sex. Yes, things like proper lubrication is an absolute must. I thought that it was fine lubricating somewhat in the begining. Hey! They dont show you how to lubricate properly when your ‘guide to having sex’ comes from memories of porn films. So we would slap on a bit of lube and off we go.

Eventually I became to rubbed and raw on the inside, due to how much sex I was having (in order for me to overcome limitations), that I was now sore and uncomfortable. I went off to my gynecologist and she poked her head in my hole and told me that I was bruised and rubbed raw. Now when she said raw she meant, streaks of flesh that had been rubbed open, not just ‘raw’. In her medical blasé fashion she mentioned that I should take it easy and quict with the overexcesive sex for a bit. This was actually hilarious because instead of stopping having sex until I was completely healed, I stopped for a while and then cassually continued, yet again not using enough lube.

A while after that I developed baldder infection. After going to a few emergency doctors I then went to see my gyne. She just sat there and told me about possible bladder disfuctions. She did not even look inside, which is why I went to a gynecologist and not a male GP.  What was weird is that she was not the least concerned to actually check the vagina to see what is wrong on the inside. I went to her a week ago and told her that I have been to two emergency doctors with this infection and each time the infection is suppressed by the medication for a week. then it returns. So she tells me that if the medication she gives me now does not sort out the infection then I will have to go to a different specialist a ‘urinologist’ who will do all sorts of tests on me and then probably operate on my bladder. Her suggestion was take the medication and we’ll see. I must say I walked out of there ‘thinking’, you know I realise that other doctors have told me that I have bladder infection, but is she not even going to look inside and see what my infection looks like? I mean here she is talking about bladder defects and possible ‘corrective’ surgery, when she has not even looked inside to say ‘fuck me it’s infected’ or ‘shame look at you bladder that is swolen and infected!’

So i walked out of there fearing the worst. Ooh man I hate operations I’ll admit to that and I hate having needles stuck in my arm. So I walked out of there thinking ‘oh God now what i Cant afford this operation and I dont like being operated on’.

In the last few weeks since she gave me the medication that apparently knocks the shit out of any infection I have not taken the medication but instead used homeopathics. Homeopathics are not ussually my first choice because they take ages to work and ussually firstly make the symptoms worse before it gets better. I decided though that medication is even worse, so i wll try homeopathics first. It did actually assist with the infection imensely and I was starting to feel the relieve of ‘Oh maybe I dont have a bladder dysfunction’. Then like an idiot I go and have sex while I am still mentruating. I was so sure that the infection was gone or at least ‘very much subsided’ that I jumped right in and had sex. Now nobody tells you about how the body works and how to have sex when there is an underlying bladder infection. So what I did was slap on some patroleum jelly (we ran out of lube) and had intercourse. Because I had just finishesd my period, the lining of my uturis where the mentrual blood comes out was till repairing itself (again nobody tells you this) and I go and tear the opening of this ‘healing section’ while insisting that Anthony ‘goes deeper’. Ha ha. So next thing I experience this sharp pain and my orgasm goes flooding through me, but I felt that the orgasm was more of a pain reflex, which is the body’s way of saying ‘Oh shit fuck ok somethings wrong here so i’ll just orgasm and maybe it will stop’. After the ‘orgasm’ i felt waves move through my stomach area. Then when Anthony pulls out we see blood on the bed. I get up to go and shower (the gyne suggested this to ensure no bacteria gets into the infected area). When I get to the shower Anthony says that there is blood all over the back of my legs. I look and see that there is some weird stringy stuff coming out my vagina and blood. This was the lining of the mentrual stuff that we had disturbed while ‘poking’ it and now it was discharging. I felt myself get very dizzy, because i was so aware of my body and the infection that any shock to my vagina area caused me to just get a big fright! So I had to lie down and wait for the dizzyness to subside.

Then a day later, what comes back with a mother sized vengeance? The bladder infection. How? Well when I puctured the blood lining that was still healing I also scraped the place in the vagina that was ‘previously’ infected. This shock through my system from the pain was enough to cause the infection, that was very much underlying within the cells – to pop back up. See, whenever i had managed to subdue this infection though proper eating, water drinking and homeopathics/medication it was only until the next time I go and upset that area. Now I ask myself this: why does my ‘infected area’ get bruised so easily? This is due to how my own body does not produce enough lubrication and when I have sex I place pressure on the part that I scratched previously. Because we dont use proper lubrication it tears at the skin and then the infection starts again. Apparently K-Y jelly does not support the rubbing process. This I have learnt what ‘the hard way?’ So then the infection came back. I started feeling the pain and I used the homeopathic remedy as per ussual, only this time it did nothing. I realised that obviously my body was adjusting to the homeopathics and that i was to take the medication ‘that knocks the shit out of any infection’. So I did. I did not want to but hey fuck me it was sore. So I swallowed the first one. For the rest of the day and evening I experienced sporatic bouts of pain and urinary burning, but by this morning the infection has ‘let up a tad’. So, I write now because I am looking at how and why i allowed this infection to occur:

Within my mind consciousness is a thread of information that links my own believes about sex with how my body fuctions. If I view sex as disgusting or horrible then the thread of information, takes this statement and places it within my bladder and sex organs. Once I have sex the sexual intercourse ‘initiates’ this thought construct and I then experience myself as ‘violated’. Now dont get me wrong, I do enjoy Anthony and sex, but I have this ‘hidden’ (whatever) desire to cause people pain that have sex because they concider it fun to degrade woman. Now within me that statement is obviously, not cool, because I see how we all experience sex as cool and fun, so my own sexual addictions that I have had are no different to what any other person experiences ; HOWEVER what I do within my own body is cause myself extreme pain because I manifest any sexual experience as ‘this infection’. So my views of sex being the infection of the mind manifested as every disgusted minded boy, man and girl out there is how I then manifest it within me.

Due to this, I have decided to never have sex again…. ha ha see the cycle? Now my only solution, due to fear of pain and hospitals is to stop having sex. This in itself brings me back to why I never wanted to have sex in the first place. So I have built up a resentment to sex AGAIN through how I have assisted this infection within me.

The solution: Self-forgiveness. To forgive myself for hating people who have sex, because they are fucked by the sex system.

I forgive myself for alowing myself to internalise this hatred. I forgive myself for judging people who have sex, because they are fucked by a system. I forgive myself for having sex and concidering myself unworthy of having sex. I forgive myself for being resentful towards myself for alollwoing thoughts to determine my sexual expression. I forgive myself for experiencing discomfort during sex and therefore allowing myself to build up a resistence to it. I forgive myself for being angry with myself for existing as a female expression that allows myself to create sex desires in this world. I forgive myself for participating in sex talk as a means to give us a reason to want to have sex. I forgive myself for viewing humans as disgusting because nobody is willing to stop what they are doing and seeing what we have created. i forgive myself for resentment towards myself for allowing myself to be fucked by the sex system and therefore finding a ‘reason/excuse’ to no longer participate in sex. I forgive myself for not being honest about how I view sex. I forgive myself for harbouring ‘ill’ thoughts about sex, and therefore creating this infection within me. i forgive myself for resenting myself for being me sometimes, with all my issues and all my ‘problems. Sometimes I experience myself as just being here and ‘free’ to express and then when something like this happens I become angry with me for creating ‘uneccesary’ shit.