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Justice – noun

1.       a. the maintenance or administration of what is just especially by the impartial adjustment of conflicting claims or the assignment of merited rewards or punishments.

b. used as a title for judge

c. the administration of law

      2.   a. the quality of being just, impartial, or fair

             b. the principle or ideal of just dealing or right action

             c. conformity to this principle or ideal; the quality of conforming to law


      3.    conformity to truth, fact, or reason


Once a bubble has been popped it can’t be formed into another bubble. The same concept applies to the truth, once your awareness has been activated, you can’t go back into a bubble of ignorance. I’ve begun to learn life is a series of bubbles that get popped with awareness, and a bubble can only be popped if you are open to that awareness. Cats aren’t the only creatures that are curious. I am curious, I want to be aware, and I want to know. Although, they were right when they said, “Be careful what you ask for.” I never expected to uncover the hidden stories of humans and how trauma has corrupted us. Trauma is a virus. Without an awareness we become the carriers of this virus; a virus that is worse than any other virus that attacks our immune systems and bodies. If you don’t resolve and heal this virus, you will spread it to everyone you are in contact with, infecting them. I was infected and spread the virus to many people over the course of my life. Trauma has been carried over from generation to generation digging its roots deep within family units, deep within the medical system, deep within the political system, and deep within the legal system. Our systems are made up of traumatized men and women who grow up to be nurses, doctors, psychologists, counselors, lawyers, judges, police officers, politicians, and other positions of power.

Justice was never a word I said, never a word I had really ever heard other than on the news. Now it’s a word I use daily, a mission that has become an obsession. I wouldn’t know justice if I didn’t know obstruction of justice. Another valuable life lesson, you can’t value the good if you don’t understand the bad.  I am proud to say I am no longer infected with the trauma virus and I no longer spread the virus onto others. Ironically once I healed my trauma, life shoved me full force into a mission to seek justice every place it’s hidden and obstructed. I didn’t have to look far to see obstruction of justice and justice, for all this time it was right under my nose just waiting for me to become aware and be ready to expose the truth. Once you’re aware and ready to expose the truth, buckle up because life doesn’t slow down for fears and anxiety and you can’t go back into your bubble. Be brave enough to heal yourself even when it hurts. And I’m not going to sugar coat it, it hurts. It’s worth it because justice is the bright blue sky on a sunny day, justice is the bright green healthy grass, justice is the big breath of fresh air, and justice is the light at the end of the tunnel that makes all the dark days worth it. I have been blessed with the courage, the strength, the resolve, and the determination to make sure justice will be delivered for not only myself but for others as well. Follow me on this journey...coming soon...my own blog, thehiddenstories.net. Email [email protected] to join my email list.