tention either by crying or throwing up. He was not a happy camper with his appearance on planet Earth at this time.

He certainly came in as the dominator and placed me as the one dominated suddenly!

My first lesson in our society, in our world’s system today of dominator/dominated relationship.

He didn’t have to be taught to be a dominator! It was just a natural for him, as if he was given a special talent in being the dominator.

Now, as an adult and looking back at what happened as I remember the situation, I can only ask how did this child know to come into our world with such strong tendencies to being the dominator?

We know he isn’t the only child who comes to journey on planet Earth as a dominator, but why?

What happened to me, being dominated

Dottiedee here sharing, “I Remember” as this is my story dear to my heart, may we all find our lesson contained within the words on this page.

When growing up as a child we lived on a farm in South Central Nebraska. My brother came along when I was 18 months old. At this point in time, I don’t recall any instances before his arrival.

However, his arrival changed my little world forever. He came into this world with an agenda all of his own.

My Mother was a young mother, her mother had left this planet when she was only eight. Having only a few memories of her mother, she really didn’t have an example of what mothering would be like. So, bless her heart, she did her very best, always desiring to be a perfect mother for her children.

She had enjoyed the experience of this sweet little darling girl for 18 months, with nine of those months pregnant with this little boy who came into the world screaming, crying day and night and throwing up everything he drank. How my mother’s world must have changed. After six weeks of his day and night crying he was taken back to the hospital to see if they could do something for him, to get him comfortable.

Of course, I as a little 20 month old didn’t realize what was happening at this point in my life. I do remember how I wish that screaming, crying baby could go back and I could have peace and quiet in my life again. Above all I wanted my mother back again. He took all of her time and I was no longer the “star” in my home.

Not understanding what happened, I do remember it being very, very quiet in our house again. A stillness that I had forgotten after six weeks of my brothers constant crying. I went to the bassinet and looked in to see if my brother was sleeping. I will never for get what I saw.

It was my intention to see a baby boy sleeping inside that bassinet when I finally got to see over the edge. I was not prepared to see what I saw, and empty bassinet, with only a white sheet in the bottom.

I remember, oh, how I had longed for that crying baby to go back where he came from, and now he had! He was gone, in my mind gone forever. Now fear set in, had he been put in his little bed and then somehow because I was tired of his crying he disappeared from his bed?

I soon settled into have a quiet home, being my mother’s attention again and all was going well when for some unknown reason this crying baby was returned to our home, and placed back in his bassinet. Now, my life really changed, this time he didn’t cry as much, however, he sure demanded a lot of my mother’s time.

Friends, this is my story, this is how I remember this event. I am sure my mother would have a different story, but her story doesn’t effect me now. It is my story that I carry in every one of my memory cells, that I respond to in every situation in my life where my memory files are pulled to create a solution to the situation at hand.

Let’s take a look at a possibility that was formed for me at this time as it relates to our society today.

I was living a quiet peaceful life until this little dominator came along desiring mother’s full time attention either by crying or throwing up. He was not a happy camper with his appearance on planet Earth at this time.

He certainly came in as the dominator and placed me as the one dominated suddenly!

My first lesson in our society, in our world’s system today of dominator/dominated relationship.

He didn’t have to be taught to be a dominator! It was just a natural for him, as if he was given a special talent in being the dominator.

Now, as an adult and looking back at what happened as I remember the situation, I can only ask how did this child know to come into our world with such strong tendencies to being the dominator?

We know he isn’t the only child who comes to journey on planet Earth as a dominator, but why?

What happened to me, being dominated

ce of this sweet little darling girl for 18 months, with nine of those months pregnant with this little boy who came into the world screaming, crying day and night and throwing up everything he drank. How my mother’s world must have changed. After six weeks of his day and night crying he was taken back to the hospital to see if they could do something for him, to get him comfortable.

Of course, I as a little 20 month old didn’t realize what was happening at this point in my life. I do remember how I wish that screaming, crying baby could go back and I could have peace and quiet in my life again. Above all I wanted my mother back again. He took all of her time and I was no longer the “star” in my home.

Not understanding what happened, I do remember it being very, very quiet in our house again. A stillness that I had forgotten after six weeks of my brothers constant crying. I went to the bassinet and looked in to see if my brother was sleeping. I will never for get what I saw.

It was my intention to see a baby boy sleeping inside that bassinet when I finally got to see over the edge. I was not prepared to see what I saw, and empty bassinet, with only a white sheet in the bottom.

I remember, oh, how I had longed for that crying baby to go back where he came from, and now he had! He was gone, in my mind gone forever. Now fear set in, had he been put in his little bed and then somehow because I was tired of his crying he disappeared from his bed?

I soon settled into have a quiet home, being my mother’s attention again and all was going well when for some unknown reason this crying baby was returned to our home, and placed back in his bassinet. Now, my life really changed, this time he didn’t cry as much, however, he sure demanded a lot of my mother’s time.

Friends, this is my story, this is how I remember this event. I am sure my mother would have a different story, but her story doesn’t effect me now. It is my story that I carry in every one of my memory cells, that I respond to in every situation in my life where my memory files are pulled to create a solution to the situation at hand.

Let’s take a look at a possibility that was formed for me at this time as it relates to our society today.

I was living a quiet peaceful life until this little dominator came along desiring mother’s full time attention either by crying or throwing up. He was not a happy camper with his appearance on planet Earth at this time.

He certainly came in as the dominator and placed me as the one dominated suddenly!

My first lesson in our society, in our world’s system today of dominator/dominated relationship.

He didn’t have to be taught to be a dominator! It was just a natural for him, as if he was given a special talent in being the dominator.

Now, as an adult and looking back at what happened as I remember the situation, I can only ask how did this child know to come into our world with such strong tendencies to being the dominator?

We know he isn’t the only child who comes to journey on planet Earth as a dominator, but why?

What happened to me, being dominated

t in our house again. A stillness that I had forgotten after six weeks of my brothers constant crying. I went to the bassinet and looked in to see if my brother was sleeping. I will never for get what I saw.

It was my intention to see a baby boy sleeping inside that bassinet when I finally got to see over the edge. I was not prepared to see what I saw, and empty bassinet, with only a white sheet in the bottom.

I remember, oh, how I had longed for that crying baby to go back where he came from, and now he had! He was gone, in my mind gone forever. Now fear set in, had he been put in his little bed and then somehow because I was tired of his crying he disappeared from his bed?

I soon settled into have a quiet home, being my mother’s attention again and all was going well when for some unknown reason this crying baby was returned to our home, and placed back in his bassinet. Now, my life really changed, this time he didn’t cry as much, however, he sure demanded a lot of my mother’s time.

Friends, this is my story, this is how I remember this event. I am sure my mother would have a different story, but her story doesn’t effect me now. It is my story that I carry in every one of my memory cells, that I respond to in every situation in my life where my memory files are pulled to create a solution to the situation at hand.

Let’s take a look at a possibility that was formed for me at this time as it relates to our society today.

I was living a quiet peaceful life until this little dominator came along desiring mother’s full time attention either by crying or throwing up. He was not a happy camper with his appearance on planet Earth at this time.

He certainly came in as the dominator and placed me as the one dominated suddenly!

My first lesson in our society, in our world’s system today of dominator/dominated relationship.

He didn’t have to be taught to be a dominator! It was just a natural for him, as if he was given a special talent in being the dominator.

Now, as an adult and looking back at what happened as I remember the situation, I can only ask how did this child know to come into our world with such strong tendencies to being the dominator?

We know he isn’t the only child who comes to journey on planet Earth as a dominator, but why?

What happened to me, being dominated

g well when for some unknown reason this crying baby was returned to our home, and placed back in his bassinet. Now, my life really changed, this time he didn’t cry as much, however, he sure demanded a lot of my mother’s time.

Friends, this is my story, this is how I remember this event. I am sure my mother would have a different story, but her story doesn’t effect me now. It is my story that I carry in every one of my memory cells, that I respond to in every situation in my life where my memory files are pulled to create a solution to the situation at hand.

Let’s take a look at a possibility that was formed for me at this time as it relates to our society today.

I was living a quiet peaceful life until this little dominator came along desiring mother’s full time attention either by crying or throwing up. He was not a happy camper with his appearance on planet Earth at this time.

He certainly came in as the dominator and placed me as the one dominated suddenly!

My first lesson in our society, in our world’s system today of dominator/dominated relationship.

He didn’t have to be taught to be a dominator! It was just a natural for him, as if he was given a special talent in being the dominator.

Now, as an adult and looking back at what happened as I remember the situation, I can only ask how did this child know to come into our world with such strong tendencies to being the dominator?

We know he isn’t the only child who comes to journey on planet Earth as a dominator, but why?

What happened to me, being dominated

tention either by crying or throwing up. He was not a happy camper with his appearance on planet Earth at this time.

He certainly came in as the dominator and placed me as the one dominated suddenly!

My first lesson in our society, in our world’s system today of dominator/dominated relationship.

He didn’t have to be taught to be a dominator! It was just a natural for him, as if he was given a special talent in being the dominator.

Now, as an adult and looking back at what happened as I remember the situation, I can only ask how did this child know to come into our world with such strong tendencies to being the dominator?

We know he isn’t the only child who comes to journey on planet Earth as a dominator, but why?

What happened to me, being dominated at such a tender age? How does it effect me today and we know at least half of our society is dominated today, why?

When did the concept, the system of domination get started? Who created the dominator/dominated system?

Is there an alternative system available to us today? Do any of us see an alternative system in operation or are our systems all designed after the dominator/dominated system?

Those trapped in this domination system must become strong, take courage, be bold, and find their way out of this domination.

Dottiedee here just thinking, what do you remember?