Grateful to Exorcise My Mother (with no need to debate whether she be demon or angel for the process to apply)

HALLELUJAH ANYWAYS

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Grateful us humans are always both; made of exactly equal opportunity for high road or low road expressions of our own authenticity (soul promise). (astrology). Grateful our environments play an immense role in defining designing distorting the characters we become often completely forgetting how much we are made of equal measure good and bad. Grateful exorcisms both are and are not as dramatic as I assume the movies present them to be (having never watched any kind of horror film myself but creeping the commercials through rigid fingers and haggard breathing). Grateful exorcisms do require both your feet to stand on a line that stretches the landscapes of what you once thought horrific and its merging with your tender pristine ideals. Grateful that line bobs and weaves as one evolves and only evaporates in complete enlightened acceptance of your own mother as equal parts Mary & monster. Grateful once upon a time I absorbed so much of my mother wanting to fix the gaping wound of disassociation and constipation that lay between us. Grateful we don’t make these choices consciously per se, to carry another, and it’s not necessarily exactly evident at first but the weight becomes very real. Grateful for scoliosis in my spine that has…