It’s a miracle that so many babies and mothers survive industrial childbirth, as perverted as it is.
The obstetric industrial complex is the dark heart of the matrix.
For some, it’s torture.
For those who have untethered themselves from the timeline of false authority and “empowerment” through delusion, what the vast majority of women imagine to be and describe as a “great” hospital birth, or a “beautiful” midwife-attended birth, or a “positive” birth experience constitutes literal torture.
Yet most women don’t have a problem with strangers slipping their hands inside their vaginas to “check them”.
Thanks to the repetitive programming of gynaecological humiliation and media depictions of womanhood that reinforce the naturalization and normalcy of compliance, most women believe that it’s necessary to allow strangers to finger their vulvas at various stages of our lifetime, including birth.
Most birthing women willingly leave the privacy and comfort of their homes to enter an institution where every procedure and technique employed is the inverse of what our spirit and physiology requires for deep security, peace, and release.
Many women see it as a fundamental right to be injected with anaesthetic drugs and steroids that will paralyze their bodies from their breasts to their toes, so as to feel as little as possible as their baby is being wrestled from their womb by masked men.
Most don’t see it as a problem that during childbirth, uniformed medical workers whom the mother has likely never met before will enter their room, give them commandments, grab their legs and hold them apart, peer into their most intimate places, and pry at their genitals with gloved fingers to extract their babies from their bodies.
Most women accept the story that having a small metal coil corkscrewed into the skin on their baby’s scalp for surveillance purposes is harmless, “safe”, and even to their child’s benefit.
Most women will justify their doctor ripping their vulvas open with a set of metal tongs, or attaching a suction machine to their baby’s tender head and literally attempting to “vacuum” the child out of their vaginas.
Most women don’t see these instruments as torture devices, or these acts as a desecration.
For a small subset of us however, there is no situation in which the use of these gadgets could ever be appropriate, or beneficial, or anything other than a form of depraved cruelty.
Conditioning is an interesting thing—it’s always present, one way or another.
In birth (as with the act of conception), many of us have become inured to our own sexual violation.
We’re so well-trained—so acclimated to the normalcy of harm—that we do it to ourselves and to our own children, even outside the hospital walls, not only by inviting brainwashed midwives into our homes, but also when there are no medical operatives around at all.
(I see mothers themselves even in the context of freebirth, replicating unnecessary or abusive industrial birth practices like unknowingly assaulting their own babies as they emerge by immediately shoving a bulb syringe up their nostrils, or following the YouTube-homebirth trend of placing their own mouths over their babies’ mouths when there is clearly no need for that, and in doing so, actually impeding their child’s attempt to take its first breath.)
There are so many nuances and complexities to human behaviour, but in the end, true security, deep pleasure, authentic connection, unbounded joy, and the exquisite ease that birth is designed to encompass and to initiate us into as humans, is so unfamiliar as to be intolerable for most of us.
Releasing the notion that someone is “in control”, that death can ever be managed, or that it’s our job (or the job of an authority) to fix or save us, is often unbearable.
Maintaining a commitment to the story that the damage and trauma done to us and to our babies was “worth it” or lifesaving, is a survival mechanism; a requirement in many cases, to avoid what can feel like the annihilation that might occur if the hierarchical structure of our worldview is threatened by our own inquiry.
Transcendence makes the majority of people feel terribly ill-at-ease.
We are too accustomed to indignity and degradation.
We have become so comfortable with abuse that we not only demand it from within the institution, we imitate it when we’re occasionally left to our own devices.
We fight to be mistreated, and we obediently disdain and deride those who would suggest that another way is possible; that we can simply choose freedom.
But we can. <3
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