Crippled Army

Turn your scars into your superpower

There are forces in this world, so utterly destructive, they leave a seemingly endless trail of traumatized victims behind. Yet, there is also a magic that can happen, where the hurtful grain of sand turns into a pearl and we develop into the wounded healers. That’s when dark turns into light and the path of life continues. Surely we’re not leaving the world to darkness, not our own world, not the world at large. We fight for the Light! We’re the Crippled Army!

Chapters:

• 00:00:00 Intro
• 00:00:26 Crippled Army – Solo
• 00:02:07 A quiet revolution
• 00:09:24 Crippled Army – Remix
• 00:14:02 Outro

Transcript

Crippled Army  🌟

Crippled Army
Crippled Army
We’re the limping army
Of a haphazard world
We keep on walking
Crippled Army
Crippled Army
Not giving up

We see the crippled
We touch the wound
We spell a healing
A hand of cure
A touch oh where it hurts

We may be broken
We may be lame
Raging thunderclouds of sorrow
Pouring torrents full of pain
Yet we burn love
Eternal fire
We walk on trust
And there’s a path
Crippled Army
Crippled Army
In our hearts
There sparkle stars 🌟

©️ Laughing Brook/Peter Müller 2024

A quiet revolution

When I look at people’s lives from the outside, then for many of them it seems to run along very smooth lines with only small ripples here and there. When I look a little closer, or listen to what they tell me, then it seems like all of us have to navigate painful stretches. For some of us the start into this life is brutal, for others there come pain and tragedies along the way. I certainly had my share of rough and tough in my life.

What do I do with those experiences?

I honestly believe there is something to be learned from every experience I have. Saying this doesn’t save me from feeling the pain, fear, disorientation or anger which some moments in my life bring with them. And those feelings are to be felt and not pushed away, even though just like all of us I’m not really keen on feeling them. But I also believe, I have a choice, always, even in the most horrid and desperate situations.

There’s a story I once heard in a radio feature about a woman who grew up in a tiny Bavarian village. As a child and later as a young woman she was repeatedly sexually abused by not only one person, but by the local farmer who was sort of the godfather of this little hellhole, and his sons. I will spare you the gut-wrenching details of this story, but in this feature the woman spoke about a moment she got to as a young woman. Everything inside of her screamed that things could not go on like they were any longer, and she hat to do something. She realized that she had two choices. 

One was to kill every single one of those bloody bastards, and the rage inside of her was enormous. Those – sorry, but this is certainly the proper term here – those fuckers had not only ruined her life, but showed not a hint of remorse. But as she pondered about it, she realized, she would in a way become just like them and be forever chained to them.

So she opted to take on board all the pain, humiliation, violation, all the gruesome suffering she had endured, and leave that village to become a therapist and help others who had similar experiences. In doing so, she ever so slowly began to transform the scars inside of her – which will always be with her – into a resource and a strength that became a source of healing in the world. Her background delivered an essential ingredient that fuels the depth of her compassion and work. As painful as it was, it was the very source to truly understand the pain of others and to assist them in finding their own way to go beyond their suffering into the richness of life.

There is this concept of the wounded healer. The very thing that has hurt me so deeply can become the seedbed of a calling to bring healing into the world. M. Scott Peck, in his remarkable book People of the Lie, says at one point: evil is live spelled backwards. His observation is that evil tends to suppress and destroy life. Yet this destructive energy is something I can use as an experience to bring life back into the world. The wounded healer helps people to live – live through their experiences in a spirit of none the less, and to exercise the freedom of choice to do so, to not let them be defined by their suffering and hunker down in pain, shame, rage or fear. Help them to not be defined by the people who violated them, but to gain dignity, power and self-respect by exercising their divine creative freedom to choose their path and who they will be. And in doing so, what has been horrible suffering is turned into the divine spark of creating and fostering life on Earth.

This is by no means a field for weaklings or hyper-sensitive pushovers. Getting down to it and facing your deepest, most horrible wounds, and then taking what you have learned to help others and to debunk and speak up against dysfunctional powers that be takes impressive and commendable strength, courage and endurance. There is much to learn from the wounded healers of this world.

Outro:

Those Stars that sparkle in our hearts – sometimes it is hard to keep track of them, as darkness clouds our sight. Going through such difficult stretches is among the tough things of life. Our next episode, New Moon, will revolve around such times, and why and how they offer invaluable opportunities for expanding who I am. 

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My name is Laughing Brook, I am a poet, dancer, mystic, nature coach and man whisperer. 

Thanks for listening, and – keep on flowing, bumping and jumping with the stream of life.