Children

Hello You! Yes, you reading this page right now! Yes, you may look all around, but you will not find me out there.

Children

No one would ever want to see us sad! Not us. And no one would ever hurt us,

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Hello And welcome to page 3 of Your Personal Muse’s Children page.

The children on this page are you, and they are me, and they are children everywhere. And like children everywhere these children are in pain,

Who would do such a thing to such innocents?

The ones they need and trust the most, the ones sworn to love and protect them: everyone.

Inside you your inner child is still crying. We are being betrayed, we are being broken, and we are being let down. Mommy and Daddy, and caregivers everywhere, not only wish this, they are enjoying it. We are being punished, we are being beaten and raped, we are being taunted and jeered and ridiculed and left to weep, not with guilt and shame and regret by those that we trust, but with derision and with sadistic cruelty.

Who could do such a thing?

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Children

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Fellow children are doing this, broken children, grown up and suffering children, which are now adults.

Children

The road home is paved with pain and tears as you learn to reveal to yourself how disappointed you are, and how much you still hope, and you will walk this road proudly and with your head up as the grief sweeps you home.

Reach out. And reach out now.

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I am in HERE! Hi! I see you!

I can especially feel you! Thank you for coming here to my heart! What is your name? My name is roe. I want to be your Muse, your little friend! Do you want to play with me?

You are a child to me, and I am a child to you. Let's have fun! Let's do things together, and let's be happy! Let's look together at all my little friends here on this page!

Can we play with them too? We can all have fun together! We are all so funny!

We LOVE so much!

And everyone loves us so much! Especially Mommy and Daddy! And all the people we trust so much!

not hurt us for any reason.

No one would make a little child like us cry, or ever enjoy seeing us unhappy.

So come here right now, and we’ll play! And we can hug!

Hugging feels so good!

And running too, and dancing and singing and just laughing and laughing! When we grow up we are just going to be so happy!

Since we are so happy, can we just stay here? I just like page one! Let’s just look at each other and make faces! We’ll just be funny! And laugh and laugh!

I just love you! Can we play again the next time you come?

they are in severe pain, like you, and like me.

Especially Mommy and Daddy.

Why would anyone do such a thing?

And they are doing this out of defense from their own terrifying memories of broken hearts and broken lives.

We are all hurt and twisted boomerangs, swinging around to maim and gorge the hearts out of the innocent out of defense of our own agonizing and dying innocent child who had the misfortune to grow up disappointed and sad.

First:

If you have children or are in the care of children, you will stop hurting and making these children cry right now.

Right now!

Get yourself help, and Your Personal Muse means this very moment. Call me now at 530 581 5365 so we can protect your children. Call anyone who will listen!

Get off of her!

And get off of him!

Right now!

Second, but no less urgent:

We are all children, maimed and defiled and subjugated, and longing for love and happiness. No matter what horror you harbor within , no matter what happened to you, whether you remember or not, page one is still waiting for you.

It is still your home.

And no one can keep you from this home.

Your Personal Muse did not reclaim every little step home just for himself. He did it because he wants to hold your little hand as you journey home too.

Let's start with the ritual of any long road home, whether paved with yellow bricks or things we are terrified to remember or admit.