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Diaries of The Laughing Wombat: from Mma fighter to plant medicine maestra

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I spent the better part of my life full time training/fighting/coaching with one of the toughest mma coach's & all male fight teams on the planet. Driven to see my sport go mainstream & make sure women evolve with it.

Ten years ago when it finally did, I was called away and led to Yaje. Where I would meet my twin counterpart; a indigenous Amazonian Secoya elder. I was shown we have been channeling plant songs for lifetimes, and asked  if I wanted to accept the agreement to do so in this life.

At first I didn't believe a non indigenous crazy O.C fighter girl was worthy of these songs, so resisted until I got so sick, it  was either step up or game over.

The La.W  is my personal journey transforming extreme darkness to light. Going from hate to love, The backwards way. Girded with laughter & love which would inevitably guide me home. 

Learning it's not who we "were" that matters, but rather who we "are" as we reinvent ourselves in each new now moment. 

When we stop giving our power away to others. We realize we have always had the power to accomplish & transform  ANYTHING "including" spontaneously heal ourselves.

Obviously, we cannot transform darkness without first having known it. So embracing our challenge(s), knowing they're self created, fulfilling a positive purpose. Puts us in the state to transform & experience them positively.All Rights Reserved

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This is my truth by KristinaFigolah

My life has been an intense journey from a little girl who was beaten down and abused into believing that she was worthless, to a woman at 43 years of age who is still desperately searching for who she truly is. I found her though. I did. And she writes like me, from inside of me. She is me. This girl that I've been in love with since time first existed, is indeed me. The way that she walks. With her hands... and how she talks? The hearts that she's captured, the souls that she has inspired. I'm now trying to be her. I've never felt that I was good enough to actually be myself!!! I always knew how pure and clear and free I was inside. But people told me otherwise, in a very cruel way. No one ever spared my feelings or thought to speak to me with kindness or love. My parents were very serious and strict people. They believed that there was only 1 way to act and inside I knew that I did NOT fit in the parameters of the behavior expected of me. And every single time I made my Step Daddy sigh or frown it felt like I knife in my heart. I was a let down. Always too loud. Always moving too much. Always too fat and always too ugly. Always too much. Unless I sat quietly. But I've always been a firecracker and all of that containment really made me want to blow off! All of what was inside of me, swirling and dividing in me. Burying the side of me that I loved the most! I was a bastard and a blasphemy. Harsh words for a girl of 3. They said them when they baptized me.

Fighting for Rose by whitetigerpaw

-Blake- Rose stands not too far in front of the ring looking at me, her face is pale and my gut twists in ways it never has. She shouldn't be here, why the hell is she here? My hands drop to my side, the victorious feeling once flowing through me is replaced with one of dread. She saw me fighting. ------- -Rose- "Alright. Time for you to go." He says. I feel the pull on my arm as he tries to take me away but my feet feel like they are glued to the ground as I continue to look at Blake. He has a little smirk on his face as he looks over the crowd. A look so completely different than any of the ones I saw the other day. Then our eyes meet, and his smirk drops. He drops his hands that were just held high in victory and looks at me like he's seeing a ghost. The guard pulls harder on my arm and I go flying back into his chest. "Listen here, I don't want to manhandle you, so do as I fucking say. Move." He growls as he pushes me into the crowd of celebrating people. I do what he says and start walking towards the exit, but I look over my shoulder one last time before I'm too far in the crowd to see anything. Blake's hands are fisted by his side and his face is red with anger, his eyes are focused on the hands that are on me pushing me away from him. ----- I am the original owner of this book, please do not copy. Strong language and themes of abuse, mental illness and violence. I don't own any of the pictures used in this story. #1 in alone 11/23/21 #1 in strong 11/30/21 #2 in boxing 4/19/22 #1 in goodgirl 5/8/22 #1 in fighting 5/19/22

MadCap Molly: Would You Go Mad With Sadness by NoShameIn

The steady beeping of hospital machines plays an obnoxious melody in the background. The drips of rainfall play another tune against the windows. Thunder slams into my chest. The crackling of lightning connects with the earth. Whispers of well-being, health and statements that everything will be okay, are off beat. Each sound is more irritating than the last. My mother's cackle digs into my soul. Lyssa's rage suffocates my aura, engulfing me. Curtis's smile fades with the kindness of his eyes. The prevalence of my certain demise is evident. I reach out to the only piece of light I can make out in this dim catacomb. The light gets smaller with every blink. My tears create a pool of foul substance at my feet. The sting of who I was just a few months ago attempts to will itself large, bigger, and stronger than what is about to overcome me. My fight is withering. My sense of self is demolished; diminished by trauma and self-loathing. I reach into the reflection of the mirror I find myself in front of. I am connected with another me. A me I don't recognize. A tug of war ensues. I pull, she pulls, we both lose. An inner soul fight coincides with my reflection. We yell at each other, begging the other to let go with the promise that everything is going to be fine. To trust. Breathing heavily as I blink myself awake, my heart races and my mouth dries. In the third book of the MM series, Molly continues her fight to find her way through her pain. The fight seems to be winning while she attempts to heal. College, partying, family, new friends and experiences are altering her sense of reality and how her future will be shaped.

Made of Light by hudini19

**Alone and hopeless... Is that everything there is to me? Do I not deserve the prospect of a change? A change for good.** Those were thoughts that went through my mind when he crushed my body with unnatural strength against the tree. I felt the taste of blood on my tongue. My surroundings started to get blurry. My head was throbbing. I began to feel drowsy. But there was one thought that gave me conscious, spinning through my head like a tedious fly keeping me from rest. **I deserve a change.**

What if...? Book One, Part 1: Neverland (A Peter Pan rewrite by Jae) by JAE_Wrote_This

"Who are you?" I demand. The boy in front of me replies, "That's not how this works, love." I freeze. That phrase. That voice. It can't be. I look up but he's just a cloaked silhouette. The rustling stops when boys surrounding us step from their hiding spots and light lanterns. Every single one of them masked and cloaked. Except the one in front of me. The lamps lit, and I see his face. "Whoa," slips from my lips as I stare at the boy in front of me. His eyes widen and his jaw almost, just almost, drops. With his guard down for that one instant I lose all fear and gain control. "You!" I yell suddenly overflowing with anger. My stomach heats with rage. I fight to stand, stronger this time with anger as fuel. He backs up, his breath increasing. Obviously, uneasy, I take it as a win and almost stand all the way. "You. What are you doing here? How did you find this place!" He switched to angry. "You! You're the reason! They put me back because of you! It was all cause of you! It was your fault! All of it!" I'm so angry I yell only what I can. My thoughts flying through my head I can only yell unexplained nonsense. I've never felt anger like this before. The red glow lightly pours off my own skin and I take notice to it. I compare it to the glow coming off of him. Suddenly, it's an instinct to allow the anger to explode and in doing so the red glow is taken from his chest as I absorb it all and throw it out in all directions. I yank down away from the boy holding me just as the red glow gets sucked from him, absorbed into my hands, and then thrown out in a sphere of red glow. All boys stumbling but not by much and the one holding me gets knocked back, I'm free. "You die now, Peter Pan!"

Hot Summer Night by JeniRaeD

Sixteen years ago, my sisters and I moved from France to the United States to live the American dream. Not long after, I met Declan, a marine who was home for his mother's funeral. He was my everything, my world, and the love of my life. Four and a half years later, I became his fiancée. Then, when I thought everything was going well, my world ended when I awoke to him gone. No note, no nothing. He was just gone. I waited days, weeks, and months to hear from him and for his return. That never happened. Then, I met Chadwick, who took the pieces of my broken heart and put them back together. He promised me many things during our dating years, guaranteeing he'd give me the world. And he was. Then, after years of not wanting to give my entire heart to him, fearing he'd do what Declan had done, I pushed the fear of him leaving me aside and married him. The night we married, instead of giving me the world he promised, I was gifted a nightmare. For over six years, I lived in a lake of fire. If I wasn't locked in a dark, cold room for days on end, day and night, I was tormented, punished, abused, and tortured in the blackest darkness until I could no longer see, talk, or move. Maltreating me until he broke me. Finally, one of my prayers was answered when an ally close to Chadwick helped me escape the prison of hell. She flew me out of New York and brought me to her friend's home in Mobile, Alabama, where I got the shock of my life. He wasn't just her "friend." He was a ghost from my past, and now I'm in his care. Oh, and he has a child nearly as old as our breakup.

Taken Captive by reyatutt

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A Cup of JOE by TheRaverJ

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The Silver Fighter | ✓ by LiseR05

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The Fighter by gabby_vazquez

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This is my truth

My life has been an intense journey from a little girl who was beaten down and abused into believing that she was worthless, to a woman at 43 years of age who is still desperately searching for who she truly is. I found her though. I did. And she writes like me, from inside of me. She is me. This girl that I've been in love with since time first existed, is indeed me. The way that she walks. With her hands... and how she talks? The hearts that she's captured, the souls that she has inspired. I'm now trying to be her. I've never felt that I was good enough to actually be myself!!! I always knew how pure and clear and free I was inside. But people told me otherwise, in a very cruel way. No one ever spared my feelings or thought to speak to me with kindness or love. My parents were very serious and strict people. They believed that there was only 1 way to act and inside I knew that I did NOT fit in the parameters of the behavior expected of me. And every single time I made my Step Daddy sigh or frown it felt like I knife in my heart. I was a let down. Always too loud. Always moving too much. Always too fat and always too ugly. Always too much. Unless I sat quietly. But I've always been a firecracker and all of that containment really made me want to blow off! All of what was inside of me, swirling and dividing in me. Burying the side of me that I loved the most! I was a bastard and a blasphemy. Harsh words for a girl of 3. They said them when they baptized me.