<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913410635276629031</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:29:33.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Path of Glowing Stones</title><subtitle type='html'>Guide to emotional healing from a toxic relationship.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingstones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913410635276629031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingstones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717380430076695005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNhPtqz4KKU/TgPxXV8jU7I/AAAAAAAAACw/Y1gkPjggjqI/s220/smerkysmile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913410635276629031.post-521091254355775822</id><published>2011-07-09T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T07:09:26.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirroring Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6MW6G8L2cI/ThkSwyWgbHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1dHVNfwaAVQ/s1600/mirror_reflection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6MW6G8L2cI/ThkSwyWgbHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1dHVNfwaAVQ/s1600/mirror_reflection.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mirroring is what abusers do to lure potential victims into relationships with them. You may be wondering what is mirroring? If you were to look in the mirror you would see your reflection. Similar to looking into a mirror abusers look at their victims and reflect the victims personality. Abusers will pretend to share the same goals, likes, dislikes, morals, and&amp;nbsp;interest&amp;nbsp;as the victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a victim looks at their abuser, he mirrors their personality back to them; this causes the victim to develop a false belief that they have found their soul-mate.&amp;nbsp;After the abuser feels confident he has the victim hooked he slowly reveals his true self in little doses, by this time he has already declared&amp;nbsp;psychological&amp;nbsp;warfare on the victim and is using abuse tactics to brainwash/control her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abusers brainwash their victims into depending on them the way a child depends on a parent. &amp;nbsp;I will go more into detail on how this is accomplished a little later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8913410635276629031-521091254355775822?l=glowingstones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingstones.blogspot.com/feeds/521091254355775822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glowingstones.blogspot.com/2011/07/mirroring-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913410635276629031/posts/default/521091254355775822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913410635276629031/posts/default/521091254355775822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingstones.blogspot.com/2011/07/mirroring-part-1.html' title='Mirroring Part 1'/><author><name>Juel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717380430076695005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNhPtqz4KKU/TgPxXV8jU7I/AAAAAAAAACw/Y1gkPjggjqI/s220/smerkysmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6MW6G8L2cI/ThkSwyWgbHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1dHVNfwaAVQ/s72-c/mirror_reflection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913410635276629031.post-2544280172398565181</id><published>2011-06-25T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T15:17:11.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Bridge" by Edwin Friedman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"The Bridge" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a man who had given much thought to what he wanted &lt;br /&gt;from life. He had experienced many moods and trials. He had &lt;br /&gt;experimented with different ways of living, and he had had his &lt;br /&gt;share of both success and failure. At last, he began to see &lt;br /&gt;clearly where he wanted to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diligently, he searched for the right opportunity. Sometimes he &lt;br /&gt;came close, only to be pushed away. Often he applied all his &lt;br /&gt;strength and imagination, only to find the path hopelessly &lt;br /&gt;blocked. And then at last it came. But the opportunity would not &lt;br /&gt;wait. It would be made available only for a short time. If it &lt;br /&gt;were seen that he was not committed, the opportunity would not &lt;br /&gt;come again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eager to arrive, he started on his journey. With each step, he &lt;br /&gt;wanted to move faster; with each thought about his goal, his &lt;br /&gt;heart beat quicker; with each vision of what lay ahead, he found &lt;br /&gt;renewed vigor. Strength that had left him since his early youth &lt;br /&gt;returned, and desires, all kinds of desires, reawakened from &lt;br /&gt;their long-dormant positions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrying along, he came upon a bridge that crossed through the &lt;br /&gt;middle of a town. It had been built high above a river in order &lt;br /&gt;to protect it from the floods of spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started across. Then he noticed someone coming from the &lt;br /&gt;opposite direction. As they moved closer, it seemed as though &lt;br /&gt;the other was coming to greet him. He could see clearly, &lt;br /&gt;however, that he did not know this other, who was dressed &lt;br /&gt;similarly except for something tied around his waist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were within hailing distance, he could see that what &lt;br /&gt;the other had about his waist was a rope. It was wrapped around &lt;br /&gt;him many times and probably, if extended, would reach a length &lt;br /&gt;of 30 feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other began to uncurl the rope, and, just as they were &lt;br /&gt;coming close, the stranger said, "Pardon me, would you be so &lt;br /&gt;kind as to hold the end a moment?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised by this politely phrased but curious request, he &lt;br /&gt;agreed without a thought, reached out, and took it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you," said the other, who then added, "two hands now, and &lt;br /&gt;remember, hold tight." Whereupon, the other jumped off the bridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly, the free-falling body hurtled the distance of the ropes &lt;br /&gt;length, and from the bridge the man abruptly felt the pull. &lt;br /&gt;Instinctively, he held tight and was almost dragged over the &lt;br /&gt;side. He managed to brace himself against the edge, however, and &lt;br /&gt;after having caught his breath, looked down at the other &lt;br /&gt;dangling, close to oblivion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you trying to do?" he yelled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just hold tight," said the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is ridiculous," the man thought and began trying to haul &lt;br /&gt;the other in. He could not get the leverage, however. It was as &lt;br /&gt;though the weight of the other person and the length of the rope &lt;br /&gt;had been carefully calculated in advance so that together they &lt;br /&gt;created a counterweight just beyond his strength to bring the &lt;br /&gt;other back to safety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you do this?" the man called out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember," said the other, "if you let go, I will be lost." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I cannot pull you up," the man cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am your responsibility," said the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I did not ask for it," the man said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you let go, I am lost," repeated the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to look around for help. But there was no one. How &lt;br /&gt;long would he have to wait? Why did this happen to befall him &lt;br /&gt;now, just as he was on the verge of true success? He examined &lt;br /&gt;the side, searching for a place to tie the rope. Some &lt;br /&gt;protrusion, perhaps, or maybe a hole in the boards. But the &lt;br /&gt;railing was unusually uniform in shape; there were no spaces &lt;br /&gt;between the boards. There was no way to get rid of this newfound &lt;br /&gt;burden, even temporarily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want?" he asked the other hanging below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just your help," the other answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can I help? I cannot pull you in, and there is no place to &lt;br /&gt;tie the rope so that I can go and find someone to help me help you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know that. Just hang on; that will be enough. Tie the rope &lt;br /&gt;around your waist; it will be easier." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearing that his arms could not hold out much longer, he tied &lt;br /&gt;the rope around his waist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you do this?" he asked again. "Don't you see what you &lt;br /&gt;have done? What possible purpose could you have had in mind?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just remember," said the other, "my life is in your hands." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should he do? "If I let go, all my life I will know that I &lt;br /&gt;let this other die. If I stay, I risk losing my momentum toward &lt;br /&gt;my own long-sought-after salvation. Either way this will haunt &lt;br /&gt;me forever." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With ironic humor he thought to die himself, instantly, to jump &lt;br /&gt;off the bridge while still holding on. "That would teach this &lt;br /&gt;fool." But he wanted to live and to live life fully. "What a &lt;br /&gt;choice I have to make; how shall I ever decide?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went by, still no one came. The critical moment of &lt;br /&gt;decision was drawing near. To show his commitment to his own &lt;br /&gt;goals, he would have to continue on his journey now. It was &lt;br /&gt;already almost too late to arrive in time. But what a terrible &lt;br /&gt;choice to have to make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new thought occurred to him. While he could not pull this &lt;br /&gt;other up solely by his own efforts, if the other would shorten &lt;br /&gt;the rope from his end by curling it around his waist again and &lt;br /&gt;again, together they could do it. Actually, the other could do &lt;br /&gt;it by himself, so long as he, standing on the bridge, kept it &lt;br /&gt;still and steady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now listen," he shouted down. "I think I know how to save you." &lt;br /&gt;And he explained his plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other wasn't interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean you won't help? But I told you I cannot pull you up by &lt;br /&gt;myself, and I don't think I can hang on much longer either." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must try," the other shouted back in tears. "If you fail, I &lt;br /&gt;die." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of decision arrived. What should he do? "My life or &lt;br /&gt;this other's?" And then a new idea. A revelation. So new, in &lt;br /&gt;fact, it seemed heretical, so alien was it to his traditional &lt;br /&gt;way of thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want you to listen to me carefully," he said, "because I mean &lt;br /&gt;what I am about to say. I will not accept the position of choice &lt;br /&gt;for your life, only for my own; the position of choice for your &lt;br /&gt;own life I hereby give back to you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?" the other asked, afraid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, simply, it's up to you. You decide which way this ends. &lt;br /&gt;I will become the counterweight. You do the pulling and bring &lt;br /&gt;yourself up. I will even tug a little from here." He began &lt;br /&gt;unwinding the rope from around his waist and braced himself anew &lt;br /&gt;against the side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You cannot mean what you say," the other shrieked. "You would &lt;br /&gt;not be so selfish. I am your responsibility. What could be so &lt;br /&gt;important that you would let someone die? Do not do this to me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited a moment. There was no change in the tension of the rope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I accept your choice," he said, at last, and freed his hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--From "FRIEDMAN'S FABLES" by Edwin Friedman, &lt;br /&gt;published by Guilford Press&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8913410635276629031-2544280172398565181?l=glowingstones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingstones.blogspot.com/feeds/2544280172398565181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glowingstones.blogspot.com/2011/06/bridge-by-edwin-friedman.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913410635276629031/posts/default/2544280172398565181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913410635276629031/posts/default/2544280172398565181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingstones.blogspot.com/2011/06/bridge-by-edwin-friedman.html' title='&quot;The Bridge&quot; by Edwin Friedman'/><author><name>Juel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717380430076695005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNhPtqz4KKU/TgPxXV8jU7I/AAAAAAAAACw/Y1gkPjggjqI/s220/smerkysmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8913410635276629031.post-839727914219378452</id><published>2011-06-24T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T05:51:31.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toxic Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;If you place a live frog into a pan of  boiling water it will quickly jump out. If you place a live frog into a pan of cool water it will stay. If you slowly heat the water the frog will  not be able to distinguish this slow subtle change and will eventually  boil to death. The boiling frog analogy best describes a toxic  relationship. The relationship seems normal to the victim. Slowly the  relationship begins to reveal its true nature but by this time the  victim is confused and like the frog in a really tragic situation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;No one enters into a toxic/abusive relationship realizing what they are walking into. In the beginning the relationship seems healthy and normal; however there are red flags to be aware of. The purpose of this blog is to shed light on love blinded eyes; provide tools/resources for breaking free of the relationship and healing emotionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;This blog is currently under construction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt; Please come back soon - Juel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8913410635276629031-839727914219378452?l=glowingstones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowingstones.blogspot.com/feeds/839727914219378452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glowingstones.blogspot.com/2011/06/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913410635276629031/posts/default/839727914219378452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8913410635276629031/posts/default/839727914219378452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowingstones.blogspot.com/2011/06/welcome.html' title='Toxic Relationships'/><author><name>Juel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717380430076695005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNhPtqz4KKU/TgPxXV8jU7I/AAAAAAAAACw/Y1gkPjggjqI/s220/smerkysmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
