I’ve hardly paid any attention to the viral Clancy case, about the Duxbury Massachusetts mom who murdered her three children, which just ended in a mistrial! What? Maybe I should have paid attention? This “news” seemed to me, and still seems to me, a typical example of how “they” distract us from paying attention to our own personal experience with the use of psy-ops, or, as Celia Farber now calls them, “agit-props” to keep us demoralized, full of fear.

Here’s her latest.

 

She also refers to another recent case, where a Frankfort Illinois mother supposedly hung her two year-old child, after being psy-oped by the Clancy case.

Yuck.

 

I’m reminded of my own experience, back in the ’60s when my two sons were small and I felt trapped in a loveless marriage.

I too, felt murderous at times! You bet! Anyone who cares for children that they did not want in the first place, and who has no one to speak to about their inner predicament, cannot help but feel frustrated to the point of rage. For my own part, I am ashamed now to say that, luckily for my sons, I had a cat that I used to throw against the wall.

I have collected some of my essays on Mothering, here.

ON MOTHERING

For some reason, this morning, as I was looking back, I remembered that my own problem with “playing a role”   began during the time my kids were very small.

And that memory suddenly then collided with another one, of the psychiatrist R.D. Laing’s first book, The Divided Self (1960). This book blew my mind wide open, helped me immeasurably to begin to work internally with the various compartmentalized parts of my embodied self. His mental bifurcation between the role we have learned to play for others and the existential inner self made total sense. That book was my life raft.

Okay, fast forward to now, when “being crazy” is considered an excuse for murder. Geez!

So, whatever happened to the storied concept of free will? Are we simply soulless automatons, acting out whatever impulses are pumped through us from wherever? No personal responsibility, for anything? Really?