By: Witch Endora
My college roommate was a girl who was raped vaginally at 3 by her uncle. Her mama knew, it was at a Christmas party. They found her with sperm on her legs and inside her. When she told me? It triggered a memory of being an assassin in another lifetime. I saw red. And then nothing. Then came back to her.
Some of us, become very sexual. It's a way to try and regain your power. Sometimes, it's like I might as well give it up so they can't take it. And some of us, shut down and want nothing to do with men and the penis. We harbor a hatred for them that keeps us safe. Yes it does. When I dropped my hatred? I was raped. But,then I broke the Curse of Rape from me and my bloodline after that one. It will happen no more. I am wise now.
Rape is a curse. A curse is a reversal of your energy. What was once vital and prosperous, is no more. Things that were easy become such an up hill battle. This has to be broken, then the trauma wounds must be healed. It is done in layers and levels. But, we get it done. I had an idea of this back then. But nothing like what I know and understand today. I just knew, my roommate was acting out a typified response to rape. And I tried to support her, teaching her about safety and setting boundaries about the men she brought home to my apartment she was rooming in.
So, she started bringing them by during the day.
I was having terrible cramps one day at work. My boss sent me home, she understood. I gathered my things and got in the taxi. I had a vision, while on the way, of some man rubbing his dick on my pillow. I got the hell home, to find some man sitting on my bed with his dick in his hand. My roommates dude. Cuz she told him what I said about not bringing these stray peens home; he broke into my room to jerk off.
I dialed one number. My daddy.
I screamed THERE IS A F**KING RAPIST IN MY BEDROOM!!! I heard him screaming and a click. I told that fuxk, you have less than 3 minutes to leave my house! Or you're dead. He stepped toward me, dick in his hand "you need some dick so you can calm the fuck down, virgin ass." Yeah my roommate told him every thing.
I flipped my butterfly knife out. It was sexy, 8 inch curved blade. Malachite handle. I told him I would carve that f**king thing off him and choke him with it. And I told him to leave. He left, calling my roommate to come with him. I told her don't you f**king dare! In 3.34 minutes, literally, I heard my fathers Buick chugging down my street. The boy had just driven away. Pops got out, the trunk pops and he grabbed a tire iron and a pair of bolt cutters. Screaming "where the FUCK IS HE?!" I ran down the stairs, I collapsed into my daddy sobbing that he left. Trying to explain through sobs that I pulled my knife on him. Pops and I both cried. Bitterly gripping each other. He said to me "my Mother was right. You ain't a man till you have a daughter. I'm so sorry baby." He kissed my forehead and wiped my tears. He was shaking. But he was there
There is always something with men. And with women who do not know to protect themselves and their sisters. It's for a reason honey. All of this.
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