"Supernova" by Ivan Torrent - Vocalist: Julie Elven.
Donna Darkwolf's Big Book of Spells. From Mind to Written Word. Without
hesitation or doubt.
"Supernova" by Ivan Torrent - Vocalist: Julie Elven.
Donna Darkwolf's Big Book of Spells. From Mind to Written Word. Without
hesitation or doubt.
Introduction
This is the outline of new book the Donna Darkwolf was intending to write
before she was overtaken by her condition.
I selected the music piece
"Super Nova", by composer Ivan Torrent accompanied by the angelic voice
of Julie Elven
because it reflects Donna Darkwolfs bold spirit, to make her departure
in a
corruscating blaze of brilliant, scintillating light -
rather than one of timid surrender.
After all... Donna NEVER surrendered. EVER!
File Date... 10 March 2017 > 9:20PM
Initial Structure > Un-edited. Un-redacted.
Runline...Even as she was leaving this world - she still had a Story to
Tell.
Donna Darkwolf ALWAYS Stood Firm -
Bravery and Grace - Under Fire.
Supernova: (/ˌsuːpərnoʊvə/ abbreviation: SN) an
Extinction Level Event that occurs upon the death of certain
types of stars. A blazing light, out-shining all the surrounding stars.
Donna IS one of those stars.
I lived in awe of my Darkwolf shiny wife for 10 short years. This song
is intended to convey in one crescendo:
Awe and Grace...
To be clear about that phrase: I was an Army Flight Lieutenant once. "Awe
and Grace" was how I might describe my helicopter gunship crew.
My Flight Team in battle conditions - was the only OTHER time, in my life,
that I have witnessed "Awe and Grace".
The music of boundless Patience and relentless Force. It epitomises the
Donna Darkwolf's calm state of mind.
Clear and focussed intent, and unremitting striving to control her own
Destiny...
The Donna Darkwolf beat Fate at his own game.
639 Light Days out... The Donna Darkwolf's destination: Sirius.
Commences:
"Everyone has a story. I feel compelled to write mine for a variety of
reasons. My end time is coming.
That old cartoon idea of the grim reaper with the scythe, hunched over
with a black cloak and the skeletal eyes - well it is not so.
There is no such thing.
I am hoping that through my writing some of you who are as tortured as
I was, will find some relief from your pain –
be it physical, mental, spiritual or emotional".
There has never been a more opportune moment to embrace and express myself
in terms of my experience, insight and personal reflections.
Look where the modern western world is?
Look at the horrifying statistics of suicides, mental illness. Put into
the bigger socio-economic,
I see myself as a voice for ‘ordinary’ people (boots on the ground).
As a published author (which is really not a big deal you know), I have
been asked to write more about the field I was once interested in,
but more often than not I have been asked to write about my life, something
I have not wanted to because
I too am an ‘ordinary’ person and am not sure what it is that I can offer.
But inspiration has seized me,
"the visitation of a ‘muse’".
I am fully aware of my detractors and for the most, their ignorance. I
doubt that what I write will make much difference to them.
But I do know that what I write may be helpful to others who have struggled
and are struggling to make sense of their world
through spirito-psyche eyes that all too often judge them, and often control
their lives.
I also hope to offer hope from some spirito-psyche eyes that do not.
I wish to offer the reader a bridge that carries you safely to those who
have your best interest at heart and inspire you to find the courage to
burn that same bridge before the naysayers pillage it.
Mental health issues are still a taboo subject in modern societies.
Anyone labelled with a ‘mental illness’ is almost always banished into
the hinterland of most people’s minds.
It is the absurd and irrational fear that they might be ‘contaminated’,
infected’.
The unprecedented rise in mental illness demands that attention be given
to it. Some progressive countries have as a part of their ‘Life Skills’
programs or equivalent ‘mental health’ as a part of its curricula.
I am here to ask why (not) and to challenge certain assumptions, presuppositions
and misperceptions, for those who don’t have a mental illness
(and want no part of it whatsoever), patients themselves, and of course
the esteemed psychiatric fraternity.
I am horrified that virtually anything ‘bad’ is associated with mental
illness, and these days particularly associated with ‘bipolar disorder’,
closely followed up with ‘borderline personality disorder’. If I am ill
formed, look at the array of newsworthy articles on this.
We do not hear of creativity (most often associated with bipolar disorder),
kindness (associated with the human condition and nothing to do with mental
illness),
healing (which most are capable of irrespective of mental illnesses).
We are told how bad this illness is, we are medicated, sedated, locked
up.
Civil society says so. Psychiatrists do not.
If I were still in the dating/club scene this would be my pick up line:
‘Hello my name's bipolar what’s yours’.
I am hoping to start an honest conversion with open minded and honest
people.
To combat fear by inspiring readers to take a closer look and at their
own internal journey.
These come from deep within. Only when you are empowered with the right
questions can you get the right answers.
Whether this is from self-help books (although I might add I am not a
fan of them), life coaching, your pastor, balanced parents
(never underestimate the wisdom of one’s parents, or grandparents), a
psychologist, a social worker, extraordinary insightful ‘suicide’ forums
with life line facilities and so much more.
There are so many options available for so many of us.
What follows is a short explanation of how I use words.
So much gets lost in translation.
When I refer to ‘psychiatry’ I am also referring to clinical psychologists.
I have only had experience in terms of ‘therapy’ with specialist psychiatrists,
dual-diagnostic psychiatrists, or clinical psychologists.
I will also use the word ‘exit’ on occasion for successful suicide.
For the most I use the terms ’spiritual’ interchangeably with ‘religion’
although when there is a clear difference between the two I will state
so.
I will also refer to ‘god’, meaning not only the God of your understanding,
but the God you may not believe in.
I wish to point out at this stage that I am passionately pro euthanasia,
assisted suicide and physician assisted suicide.
It is this that now dominates the last few years of my life and distinguishes
me from most in civil society.
I take a strong stand on the concept of ‘rational suicide’, which is frowned
upon by mainstream psychiatry as well as most doctors in general.
Should I be talking to the average shrink about this view it could be
basis for being ‘locked up’.
A certain member from one of the many Right to Die Societies had this
to say: ‘Suicide is a gamble.
You know you have lost if you wake up in a psyche ward’.
I am pleased to say that not all doctors are as narrow minded and as rigid
in their thinking on this matter.
In South Africa their hands are tied.
However, things are changing with regard to the controversial topic of
euthanasia and the law.
I am aware that I might distress ‘sensitive’, biased, and weak, narrow-minded
readers on the processes of the desire and the need to die peacefully.
I am equally aware and inspired by the fact that some might find this
inspiring if not at the least thought provoking.
I am doing this because I want it to be understood how very difficult
it is to die/exit peacefully.
I treat with deserving contempt people who call this decision the ‘coward’s
way out’ or ‘selfish’ or ‘suicide is not an option’.
I live with my beautiful Soldier. My Protector. My husband and my lovely
Minion.
A man who faced the possibility of death enough times.
He shrugged off Death.
He told me "Death is a Walk in The Park".
"Staying alive Is The Hard Part!"
"Yeah Though I Walk in The Valley of Death.. I Shall Fear No Evil
For I am the MEANEST Son Of A Bitch IN The Valley.
Few women have lived with, or, live with soldiers. (Or policemen... fire
fighters, first responders, and other men in places of danger).
in comparison to all the women alive
I am a witch living with a Soldier, loving a Soldier - having an experienece
no other woman will ever have
Immediate.
Direct.
The TRUTH!
"your life will depend on this" he said, "learn it well. learn it fast.
My Friend!"
As a woman married to a Soldier you have the definite knowledge that your
beloved may never return home
you may never see the eyes of your Soldier again
there IS NO messing about. there is life. and there is death.
only soldiers know this. and their wives!
I am a Witch who has the training. A Wife who knows We are Not as People.
I have a SOLDIER to hold and protect me.
IF you had no protector. No Soldier. No breath of angels for one thousand
yards...
You live in THIS mess that follows!
The latter sentiment is correct. Suicide is not an option.
It is a choice and an educated one at that.
I am doing it because of the discrimination that ‘sick’ people are often
faced by religious and spiritual bigots,
who may measure health and wealth as a sign of ‘God’s’ blessing.
I am wealthy. Yet I have no mandate to waste money on a project that is
short-sighted, un-proven, and bound to failure.
This dangerous view puts excessive pressure on sick, vulnerable and impressionable
people to measure up to this distorted view of a so-called, ‘God’s” blessing.
Should they not be ‘blessed' in a manner and outcome determined by a certain
point of view, it is in my view, tantamount to social media bullying which
causes many a suicide.
I am doing this because I want to share this with readers who may have
thought along these views but have been too afraid to voice it.
This is not an incitement to suicide. It draws clear distinctions between
rational and irrational suicide.
I detail my own (irrational) experiences and offer my insights as well
as drawing on the experiences of people who have given me permission to
discuss their cases.
I also do this out of respect for my parents, whose decisions and choices
have been sullied by psychiatrists.
I intend to correct that with this book.
I am hoping to start an honest conversion with open and honest minded
people.
To combat fear by inspiring readers to take a closer look and at their
own internal journey.
It is vital you ask the right questions. These come from deep within.
Only when you are empowered with the right questions, can you get the
right answers.
Whether this is from self-help books (although I might add, I am not a
fan of them), life coaching, your pastor, balanced parents
(never underestimate the wisdom of one’s parents, or grandparents), a
psychologist, a social worker, extraordinary insightful ‘suicide’ forums
with life line facilities and so much more. There are so many options available
for so many of us.
I have never shied away from my mental illness.
In fact, I wore it as a sort of a girl guide noddy badge when I was first
diagnosed 22 years ago. That is maybe not always recommended depending
on the situation.
What is recommended, is that you understand yourself and get comfortable
with your ‘illness’ just as those with physical disabilities have to get
comfortable with theirs. I
t may take some time do this.
I wish to offer hope to anyone having suicidal thoughts and to try tell
you I have been there... and that you are not alone.
I am not different because I am choosing to exit now.
Is my reason more legitimate than yours?
Are my reasons more valid and deserving of a suicide? I don’t know. Hopefully
when you read you can maturely make up your own mind.
The biggest reason for wanting to suicide is existential pain – emotional,
spiritual and mental.
However, this book is limited to my journey, and it is simply
an offering to make sense of the clues that lie in it for you to decipher
and to empower yourself for your own sanity.
I share anecdotes with readers based on my experiences.
This book will be a testimony of my love affair with psychiatrists interwoven
with spiritual intervention.
Or perhaps it is the other way around – my love affair with all things
spiritual interwoven psychiatric intervention.
It also explores my sexuality, the shackles that bound me at Bible College
and the trauma that came with emancipating myself from those shackles.
It was my intense involvement with religion that kick-started my psychiatric
journey.
A dear friend once asked me: ’what exactly have all these decades with
psychiatrists and therapists done for you?’.
It was a very good question, and in retrospect I actually had to think
hard.
Very hard. Did they save me from myself?
Was it their belief in me that I could do better with myself, my gifts
and talents when I doubted myself?
That at times they were actually there to make me see more clearly than
I could?
I intend to approach my journey/this book in a chronological fashion as
best I can.
These are all very distinct phases marred by tragedy and sadness but starred
by wonder and beauty.
A Soldier commits to Battle. Not to death.
So I write from my husbands view: "We knew what we signed up for. Now
make it SO!
This is the warriors view > Clean, and Simple
It all began for me as a young child. Age eight till 17.
Dealing with my mother’s constant suicide impulses and the role I played
in my innocent naive and instinctive protection of myself and her.
The volatile home life that comes with a severely dysfunctional family;
my dad so desperate to understand what the wife he adored was going through,
and my escape into religion.
Being treated equal as a young woman in the church of a particular persuasion.
Life from 18 saw me leaving home and set out on my own adventures.
An adventure that would lead me into the greatest crisis of faith I would
ever experience as well as a romantic breakup which compounded the situation
that would cause me to seriously contemplate suicide (known as suicidal
ideation –
which can be as dangerous as any attempt because it can serve as the catalyst
for suicidal action).
The essence of myself as a woman - my burgeoning sexuality would be crucified
and I was banished out of Eden .
The ‘Eve’ complex was thrust upon me and I had to submit to being a second
class citizen at the patriarchal misogynistic Bible College I was in.
These compounded life challenges would serve as the basis for my first
voluntary admission into a mental institution.
It was a quick business as I ran away after I saw really ‘mad’ people.
(Shrinks get upset when you say that.
The correct reference is ‘sick’ people, sometimes ‘very sick people’.)
From here on in I would be dealt many emotional heart breaks from bizarre
love affairs that revolved around sociopaths and psychopaths
(I am not qualified to use those terms but those were certainly the terms
my shrinks have used over the years).
My destructive choices in men would often drive me into the offices of
shrinks.
Try as they could they were not able to get to the bottom of my choices
but I have, in the last three years of intense reflection of my life choices.
Now I have a soldier in my life. He is bullet-proof, He HAS SILVER WINGS
upon his chest.
I will live as a soldier
Life from 24 to 31 was a liberating experience. Psychiatry free. I embraced
a healthy spirituality –
based on my own cobbling together of a religion and spiritual system that
was shared with others.
A time when the ‘New Age’ movement had just begun and the opportunities
this afforded independent thinkers,
such as myself, to break from religious shackles and empower themselves.
Life from 32 to 45 was the most tumultuous roller coaster ride I have
ever been on, and sadly many people who knew and loved me
felt obliged or compelled to do this ride with me.
It would result in my first suicide attempt and the beginnings of forced
psychiatric intervention, one that I often thoroughly enjoyed.
It was during this time period that my mother finally exited.
My dad followed suit three years later.
My bitter public divorce and the spiral into alcohol addiction.
Meeting the kindest man who will be my partner until I die, the second
man who loved me unconditionally, a ‘wholesome’, balanced and stable man.
A kind and gentle and compassionate man.
A true and fearless soldier.
With the eyes of a killer, and the hands of a priest
Or, with the eyes of a priest, and the hands of a killer
You pick.
Soldier: A Type of Character who is generally defined by a Mission that
Needs to Be Accomplished.
The Soldier is, essentially, a single component OF a Mission.
ALL there is, is Mission Fulfilment. Nothing else matters.
A ‘gentleman’ in the old-fashioned type. He has never been exposed to
‘mental illness’, yet is never in any state of confusion -
ever-prepared My Ever Ready! in the words of my trusty "Minion", my Alert
Pilot,
and my ever-present Mark 1 Flight Lieutenant Franco.
He tells me that: "I am not on a Mission.
I AM The Mission.
I am not IN the Business.
I AM The Business"
46 to 50 A period that could be defined by chronic and crippling depression;
50 – 52 that saw me once again involved in suicidal ideation, but
this time I was not so ‘lucky’ as to be able to run away again.
However, I admitted myself voluntarily, was ‘observed’ for 72 hours and
released back into ‘the wild’.
52 till present A period that has seen an active and purposeful process
of de-identification with everything defined me –
as a woman who enjoyed all things feminine, a priestess, propagation of
any sort of ‘god’, magick or spirituality.
as a person many knew me by – a long time ago.
A period where financial and emotional health issues have taken their
toll. A period where the full onslaught of my family’s genetic
vulnerabilities have finally visited me – and it is this that is the final
prompt for me to exit.
A period where well-meaning shrinks (or maybe not such well-meaning shrinks)
would like to sweep this all under the carpet of ‘mental illness or instability’.
A period that marks first hand and for the first time experience of psychiatric
abuse and bullying.
A period in which I have intensely doubted myself as a result of this
but have gathered the strength to have the courage of my convictions to
speak out.
Where this will lead me other than into lock up I do not know.
Sadly, after 18 years of feeling ‘safe’ with shrinks and therapists in
a space of trust that is no more.
I am now focused on what I have to do, which is to Exit with the least
amount of attention or drama,
or pain to those that love me, of whom some say is my ‘destiny’.
This will mean co-operating with the system.
Something I don’t easily do, if it is an affront to my dignity or acts
as an injustice to myself or anyone else.
Discussing my penultimate thoughts and plans, fears, possibilities, probabilities,
not delaying the inevitable.
A message of hope and blessing.
We have all the "wealth" we need. But, TIME is upon us.
Nemisis is the goddess we race against.
I Test against her.
In the companionship of my Only Love and Beautiful Soldier,
My Mark I Flight Lieutenant Franco,
My dearest Minion at my side -
We will meet this challenge
And I will Fly Free... at last...
"Soldiers! You did not commit to Fight!
You Committed to WIN!
GET OUT THERE!
SHINE!"
The title of my book ‘The Seeds of Madness’ will become apparent in due
course.
It was this ‘prophetic’ statement that set the stage for the rest of my
life, and has shaped my destiny.
Made better now by my fellow soldier and kindred spirit. Unswaying.
Disciplined.
Hard as a cold steel knife.
He says what he means.
He means what he says.
My Soldier.
We never think twice.
NEXT: May I Write Your Story
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Ends...>>
Donna Darkwolf Vos – published author (books), papers & magazine and
journal articles, keynote speaker and participant at many conferences in
USA, UK and South Africa.
As a Wiccan Arch-Priestess and founder of the Circle of the African Moon,
she was a Pioneer, media personality, teacher, lecturer and counsellor.
