in the early days of the law (a story)

in the early days of the law –

There once was a man who had nine daughters, in a time when they didn’t really mean a lot. They could own property and work at domestic-type jobs, selling surplus from theirs and their family’s efforts at the market, but it didn’t really provide a lot. Her best hope in life was to marry well.
For a man with nine daughters and little power, influence or money, this wasn’t ideal. He didn’t want to spend his whole life taking care of them.
So daughter one was sold to the castle. She was sturdy enough to be a good slave for them. He hoped it would make him good will with the ruler of his city.
Daughter two was sold to the temple. She would be taught all she needed to know to either be a priestess (if she was bright) or a temple whore (if she was pretty).
Daughter three was sold to the man who owned a city brothel. He did check to see that it was a clean place and they wouldn’t harm her if she was disobedient.
His fourth daughter was sold to a man who had several shops. She would clean the shops for him and help his wife with clerking and inventory. The man had other slaves and they seemed healthy and happy.
His fifth was promised to a man in his 30s. who only had one wife so far. Their home was clean and his wife had a boy, so his daughter wasn’t that likely to be bred into an early grave. Or beaten if she didn’t have a son. But she might still be divorced if she didn’t have any children.
His sixth was promised to a trader who would give her a life of travel and goods from many lands. For this child, he lit candles at the temple and asked the gods to keep her safe. Once away from home, she’d have no safety net, like the others did.
And the seventh child was promised to a soldier who came from money, but had decided to serve his king before he married. The father had concerns about the son, but the family had a good reputation, so he went thru with the marriage.
Daughter eight and nine were meant to remain with their mother and help them out till he and his wife were old. He could provide for two daughters, with the money the others had provided.
He thought he had done well for them. They would be cared for, so their mother was pleased.
If they had been born in our time, what could a father do with nine daughters? Cast their fortunes to the wind and pray it all worked out well. But they’d still have to be lucky as well as smart, pretty and quick to get along. If life were to go well for a daughter. Well, easier anyway.


## . . . . influences



[Hammurabi’s code- Babylon/Sumer][–Hammurabis-Code-of-Laws.aspx]

[Solon’s Laws- Greece][–Solons-Laws-Greece.aspx]

[the twelve tables – Rome][]

[Magna Carta – England][]

[English bill of rights][]

[Geneva’s Convention – Switzerland][]

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[J/C 10 commandments][]


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in the early days of medicine

In the Early Days of Medicine (a story)

Jocasta entered the study of the house. She had beeen told by a friend that she could find advice and maybe comfort for her symptoms here. And after all she had suffered, (despite advice from her mother, grandmother and aunts), she needed some comfort.
She left her maid outside, waiting on the porch. She didn’t want the maid hearing about her troubles. Her maid was a horrible gossip.
The man who came in was of stern character. He said he was a medical philosopher. He asked a bunch of questions, then asked permission to lay hands upon her. He said it was to “examine” her. To find out what was wrong.
She allowed this.
While the man touched her, mostly on her stomach, he asked a bunch of questions about her mood and her diet and exercise. He asked if she drank enough water. Her village had a bad well, so no not really. But she drank pressed juices and wine of course. He frowned, but said she was doing her best with local resources.
He listened to her lungs and heart. He palpitated her abdomen and he checked her reflexes. And he looked in her eyes.
The stern man asked if she got enough sleep. Not really. She lived in a crowded house. There was usually someone up and about. And she was a light sleeper.
He asked how she felt each day. If this sleep deprivation made her upset. She said she was tired and jittery. She lacked energy. He nodded.
The stern man suggested she visit a friend or relative who had a quiet room for a week and come back to see him when she was more rested. And to try to get more water into her.
She asked if there was a problem. He said her organs seemed fine. She wasn’t jaundiced or pallid. So they agreed to see each other in a week.
Jocasta went home and relayed the directions to her mother. Mother said she could go help her grandmother out at her cottage. She had a well and a quiet home.
The following week, Jocasta went back to the medical philosopher and told him she had followed his advice and how she had managed it.
The stern man asked if he could “examine” her again. He asked about her diet and exercise again. And had staying with her grandma helped her to relax and sleep more. She answered the questions.
This time, the stern man asked if he could prick her finger. She agreed. He got a good drop of blood, which he rubbed off her and put in his mouth. She asked why he did that. He said he wanted to know if it tasted like healthy blood and also if it was bright red. It did and it was. It also stopped bleeding quickly whe he pressed it firmly with a cloth.
The stern man said she seemed to be calmer and better off, after the week rest. So his advice to her was to stay with her grandmother more, to get rest and water. She said she did feel better.
Jocasta went home to tell her mother what the advice was. Her mother stared at her daughter, who did seem better, and agreed. She could sleep at her grandmother’s cottage. Her grandmother agreed, because Jocasta had been helpful and polite. Respectful.
Jocasta was pleased and really did feel better. Amazing what a little sleep will do, huh?

. . . . early medicine influences


He postulated that all substances were made up of air, earth, fire, and water combined in different proportions. He is the first to have suggested the humoral theory, later adopted by the Hippocratics. He also proposed a crude theory of evolution.

the excess amount of fluids determined a person’s character. The 4 humors included choleric (yellow bile), melancholic (black bile), sanguine (blood) and phlegmatic (phlegm). Below is a table showing the character that each humor or fluid represents.

1. Character … 2. Humor …  3. Fluid   …  4. Produced by  … 5.  Element
A. 1. Irritable   …  2. Choleric  … 3. Yellow bile   … 4. Spleen    …  5. Fire
B. 1. Depressed ,,, 2.  Melancholic … 3.  Black bile …  4.  Gall bladder ..  5. Earth
C.  1.  Optimistic  … 2. Sanguine  … 3.  Blood   … 4.  Liver  …  5.  Air
D.  1. Calm  …  2.  Phlegmatic  …  3. Phlegm   …  4.  Lungs   …  5.  Water





noxamvero et maleficium propulsabo (Also … I will utterly reject harm and mischief)

to be a teacher, a healer.  To care for and guard, rather than commit murder/euthenasia and mayhem, to treat men and women with respect, and not put them into debt. So i might have a good reputation, where failing will ruin my rep.

[the oath][]

eat from same water, soil and air-  eat locally. foods you’ve been raised on.



‘The patients are your textbook, the sickbed is your study.’

toxicology/chemistry in medicine, observation. matural laws, practice, and he practiced divination/he was studied by the Rosicrucians.


spirit system, consisting of natural spirit or “pneuma” (air he thought was found in the veins), vital spirit (blood mixed with air he believed to found in the arteries), and animal spirit (which he believed to be found in the nervous system)

he learned the importance of diet, fitness, hygiene and preventive measures, as well as living anatomy, and the treatment of fractures and severe trauma, referring to their woundsas “windows into the body”.

the physician is a philosopher

in a warped mirror

In a Warped Mirror (fairy tale)

Once upon a time ago, there was a queen who had the power of sight. She could tell much about a person just by looking in their eyes. So she roamed the castle and made sure to meet everyone within it’s walls.
Most of the people were decent enough. The type who would protect themselves and their families by whatever means it took. They’d lie or steal in that vein. So she left them alone. She had been desperate, so she felt empathy. She also made sure that from now on, the castle spread the food stuffs out a bit more fairly.
There were a few people who were genuinely good. So she gave them projects to help the decent people and improve the castle. They taught the children, they cast small spells to protect the castle and the people with in it’s walls, and they roamed about guarding and lending a hand where it was needed.
The queen sought their advice when decisions needed to be made. Because she knew that they were genuinely good and had good motives of concern and kindness.
The queen was happy with how things were among the people within her domain.
Till one day…
A knock was heard on the doors of the great room of the castle. A guard let someone in and brought her to the throne for the queen to greet. The queen took one look at this woman and her skin began to crawl. Her stomach felt heavy. And her throat started to close.
The queen knew she had seen the face of evil. She greeted the evil woman and asked for a moment to gather her greeters. She ran to find the good people and told them about the visitor.
They came up with a plan.
One had heard that a mirror could capture and hold powers. So they had a few guards take a mirror into the great room and put it behind the throne.
The queen came back to the throne and was chatting in a kind and caring way with those near the throne. Including the evil magician.
The good people were praying in the back room, to collect power toward the mirror. In hopes of boosting it’s ability to ward and trap the magician’s evil powers and hold them away from the people of the castle.
The magician was thinking she had the upper hand, ready for her moment of power.
Till she looked into the mirror…
And saw her own eyes looking back at her with glee. She actually jumped, seeing her own evil reflected. The drain of positive and good she had begun was drawn into the mirror, instead of toward the people of the castle.
It was like there was now a tractor beam between her physical eyes and the image of them in the mirror.
The queen grabbed the king’s arm and pulled them both to safety. She got the guards to direct everyone out of the great room. Quickly!
The magician was held by the beam. All the self loathing and rage she had felt was keeping her imprisoned by the beam. Her soul was being stripped of the evil. She felt like she was being molested by her own power.
It went on till she was empty of hate and rage. Till the fear demon she had collected with them was banned from the castle. The magician collapsed.
The queen and the good people re-entered the great room and helped the magician to a chair. They gave her water and soothed her, till she was calm. They heard her story and did their best to reassure her that the world was not an evil place. That she could overcome her past and move forward, without a demon’s power to protect her. They taught her prayers of self protection and sent her on her way.
They thought all was solved…
Till they realized that anyone who looked in the mirror was now infected by that evil.
The good gathered and worked their spells and said their prayers. But they had little effect. So the queen smashed the mirror to pieces, put the frame into the big fire pit in the great room, and set it ablaze. Using some mead to escalate the fire’s heat.
In the hottest fire the castle had ever seen, the queen and the good saw minor demons screaming and were shaking.
Finally all the screaming stopped. And the queen put the fire out. She spread the ashes outside the gates of the castle and had prayers said to cleanse the castle.
All seemed well, till the magician came back again. She had wandered the world and realized there was plenty to fear in it. So she came back to where she had felt safe. The castle.
The queen welcomed her in, when she realized the magician wasn’t bearing any demons this time.
This time though, the good taught her some tools so she could wander the world without fear and hate building again. Then sent her on her way. The last thing they wanted was for the castle to be her prison, when she had no roots here.
Once the magician left, the people went back to normal. For them.
The decent people were led by the good. The good were led by the queen. Who used her power of sight to look in the eyes of anyone who came to visit the castle now. Because she wanted the castle to be safe for those that lived there. But welcoming to strangers, if they had good intentions as well.
Never again though would a demon driven soul be allowed into the castle, as long as the queen lived.

the picture

The Picture (a story)

They were such a perfect couple, or so the picture said. Well they had made a lot of effort to look perfect for it. Dressed up in their Sunday best. Clothes, freshly washed, the lady perfectly coiffed and made up as if an expert had done it.
The picture didn’t say anything but that they didn’t look AT each other, just toward that direction. They didn’t quite smile. Their eyes weren’t happy. But it’d take a lot of observation skills to see it.
Not like the MRI she had to have the last time she showed up at the ER. It showed exatly how many broken bones and torn ligaments she had. It told the doctors these injuries were fairly recent. Not back in her childhood, like he claimed when they separated the two of them and asked him for an explanation. Then he tried the explanation that she was a clutz. There was nothing he could do, shy of wrapping her in cotton batting. Or putting her in a bubble.
Nope, the doctors didn’t believe that either.
Partly because today’s injury involved the type of fracture no fall could ever provide. Do you remember the game as a kid when you give a friend a “snake bite”? Well he had done it so hard, her arm was broken. As skinny and malnourished as she was, it wouldn’t have taken much force. But he was lying and that is what had them looking at him harder and harder every lie he told.
So they called the police. She didn’t. She wouldn’t.
After the doctors had a chat with the police detectives, the cops came and had a serious chat with the couple. Separately again.
He started at the beginning again. Family issues when she was young had left her scarred. That wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the truth either. The detectives shook their heads. So he tried the she is a clutz thing again. The cops shook their heads. One of the cops offered to show him his theory and the doctors’ of how her arm got broken today. To use his arm as the example. He refused.
He was taken down to the police station for questioning and a formal investigation was begun.
Ok so her family was an issue, not denying that. But she had had an MRI when she was a young adult and there were no broken bones then. The cops looked for alt explanations of her injuries. Sports, risky behaviour. They even ordered blood work so they could see if she had a mineral or hormonal issue that left her with brittle bones. She did not. But she could use a good meal or two. The hospital made sure she got those meals and she ate with gusto. WAIT! She ate hospital food with gusto?? Hungry lady! She also didn’t throw it up afterwards. Now that can be a feat!
So they added possible charges to the file.
They asked the neighbours about her. She was quiet, shy, unhappy and hardly ever seen.
They checked if any noise complaints were made at their known addresses. Loud music mostly.
She had no job. Not after she got serious with him. Yet her school records showed her to be bright and capable of a career. Her last known job, the employer had a glowing report for them and he had been sad to see her go. He’d be happy to have her back, if she wanted to come back.
So the cops took the case to the crown attorney. And charges were forwarded to the judge. He accepted them. Nowhere in this was she given a chance to refuse or put them forward. It was all the professionals.
She kept saying he was her husband and he loved her. They didn’t believe her. Or him.
Finally, when the trial was underway, she understood that they might know something she didn’t.
What did they know? That love doesn’t try to starve you to death, repeatedly fracture your bones and isolate you.
So she made a date with him…
At his fave restaurant, where she had often sat with lime slices in her water and a herb salad while he ate steak and potatoes, she put poison in his butter when he wasn’t looking. She did feel a bit sad that the restaurant might have a hard time in the next few days, but she wanted a chance to leave town. Get away from him. Safely. Because someone had told her that she was in the most danger from him as she was leaving. Or after she left. From what he had done to her so far? Yeah, she wasn’t taking any chances.
As soon as he was in an ambulance, she grabbed the bag she had hidden outside, and his car keys and left town.
Never to look back.
Nobody was that interested in burying him or searching for her tbh. I mean, would you?
So he got a poor man’s disposition. A priest condemned his soul to hell and his ashes were never collected from the budget crematorium the hospital sent his body to.
She was free. He’d never hurt her again.

self vs other: rules

Relationships of ANY Kind – Rules of Engagement

1. I’m allowed to be me. I love me.
If you want something other than my ditsy self, you know where the door is.
2. I’m allowed to have off or bad moments or days.
No one can possibly be at the top of their game all the time.
3. I’m allowed to be sick and take care of myself before you.
Most sickness gets better if you be a little selfish.
Most sickness comes about because you are over tired and spread too thin.
4. I have scars/wounds from when I was a child, or younger adult.
I need to protect those areas of my body and psyche so they don’t become infected or re-open (presuming they’re closed)
5. I am entitled to:

  • autonomy,
  • independence,
  • dignity
  • and respect.

And any and all boundaries that protect those factors.
Your force of will, manipulation or coercion should never supercede my needs.
6. I have my own journey, my own path.
You may advise me, but you cannot force me.
7. I must be able to express my feelings or I’ll feel like it’s unsafe to have them.
If you heard me out when it’s a small issue and we came to an agreement then, it’d probably never become a big fuss.
8. I can believe in whatever version of my faith of rearing and life experience comes to. It is not your place to do more than discuss them with me.
9. I can be as tomboyish or girlie as I wish and you have no say.
10. see rule # 1. It bears repeating.

It doesn’t matter if you call yourself family, friend, lover, spouse, boss or even dom/me, you do NOT get to mistreat me and have me remain silent. I will protect myself over you. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME!
That self protection may mean leaving the relationship or engaging legal advice/action.

Say it with me:

I am the best me I can be at this moment!

And you don’t get to call me names or manipulate/gaslight me just so you feel good about yourself!
I claim control of my own life and emotional and psychological safety.
You cannot and will not have power over me, without my consent!

on the night of the blood moon

On the Night of the Blood Moon (a story)

Let me just say this… I know you won’t believe me. I don’t believe it and it happened to me. So how could I expect you to believe it? Answer is… I can’t.
The night of the blood moon, we decided to have a party to watch the skies. It was a mix of young families and young couples looking for a bit of romance. There were cameras, binoculars, and telescopes aplenty. I guess they didn’t believe that if you looked at the moon thru glass, you’d have bad luck. We weren’t that superstitious a lot. So there we sat with our glass looking at the moon.
The young families were pointing the moon out to their kids, the young couples were kissing and planning to share this memory when they were old and grey, if they made it that long. They knew if they saw the blood moon, their kids wouldn’t.
I was there with my cousin and his wife. We sometimes hung out together. We got along well. So we were having our snack and looking at the moon. Laughing and joking around. Having fun. It was just a nice, fun, wholesome time.
A few weeks later, I realized my period hadn’t arrived yet. Odd, but I put it down to stress. Or I had been dieting, so maybe i needed some red meat. I had a steak and figured that ought to bring it on.
A few weeks later, I went to the doctor. Maybe I had a UTI? The doctor got a urine sample and told me they had to check me for pregnancy before giving me antibiotics. I laughed and said sure! But I won’t be.
They did a quick lab test and guess what? I was pregnant. HUH??? But I hadn’t had sex in months! I was sent over to the hospital for an ultrasound to find out how far along I was. They told me about the night of the blood moon. Say what?? I told them to stuff their test, something was wonky. Either I was farther along, or I wasn’t pregnant! I got really angry with them. So they did blood hormone tests. They validated the ultrasound.
I went home and told my cousin’s wife. They had been with me most of that weekend. So either the tests were wrong or something weird was going on. She tried telling that to the doctor’s office, but they didn’t believe her either. Science was science. I must be lying.
So I went further along, thinking they were nuts and them thinking I was a liar. Even my cousin and his wife started doubting me. Esp when I started showing. About five months in.
I went to an urgent care clinic and had them repeat the tests. They were sent to a different hospital. They came back. I was pregnant. Though I had no clue how or by whom. I wasn’t a virgin, but I knew when last I had sex. Something weird was going on. But if I was indeed pregnant, then I now had to prepare for a pending birth.
About 4 months later, I started having labour pains. I called my cousin and we went to the hospital. Hours later, the pains stopped. They thought it might have been Braxton Hicks contractions and sent me home.
Over the next weeks, my stomach went back to normal size. I had no idea what had gone on. I had no explanation. I went back to the doctor. He wanted to know when I had had the baby. I hadn’t. Then he went with hysterical pregnancy. Maybe, but it wasn’t me who believed I was pregnant. It was the doctors. The tests.
What the double H was going on??
I was reading one day soon after, about the blood moon. It appears there are superstitions about it. One of which is if a young fertile woman looks at it, she will get pregnant. O.o
I guess I should be grateful that I wasn’t holding a mewling baby at this moment. But where do the babies go? Are they born or do they go to the spirit world? Is it a faerie child? Is that how they’re born?
I did know one thing for sure. I was grateful there’d be no more blood moons for me to look at while I was young enough to have a baby!
My question for you is… do you believe me?

Ms Ambition

Ms Ambition (a story)

Her ways out of her life were thru becoming something out of her own abilities. Or gettig married.
She wasn’t that pretty. I mean no one would throw her out of bed. No kid would scream from catching a glimpse of her. But she wasn’t even a beauty queen in her very small town.
She wasn’t that smart. So there’d be no univ or college days for her. Her dad made that clear often enough. He’d never pay for a C student to go party her nights away.
She had no special talents. So she just plodded along in life. Thinking she had failed before she even started. She had no dreams of her own. Except to never be left without a roof or food.
Till she started to catch on that there might be a way left for her… getting married.
She wasn’t that pretty. So there’d be no billionaire anytime soon in her future.
She wasn’t that smart, so a doctor or lawyer would never be there in her future.
She knew her table manners, but there’d be no way she could fit into the club set. She wasn’t the type to arrange dinners or charity events.
So what could she do?
She found a guy who was the boss of his little crew, They were the ones who stood on the corner, smoked cigarettes and pot. They drank beer and whistled at the girls. Her dad called him a wastrel. Said he had no ambition.
Her eyes perked up and she knew what to do.
The sloth (as her father called him) had always had a crush on her. And she knew she could get his attention very easily. So she defied her father and went after the sloth’s affection. It was easy.
She got him to marry her. She had a choice… either keep her legs crossed or get pregnant. She chose keeping her legs crossed. The last thing she wanted was to bring a baby home to her father’s house.
As soon as they were married, she started whispering in his ears about how to run his little stuff so he made more money. And slapped his hands away from the product.
Their stash got bigger and bigger. And she started to feel like she might be ok if her father died.
Her father did die shortly after her wedding. When the will was read, she found out her father had cut her off for marrying the sloth. She couldn’t even cry at that. Or at the fact he had died now. She was too mad.
Her ambition grew. Their stash grew. The sloth was getting frustrated at having to work and not party. So she cut him off from sex till he fell into line with her wishes. Didn’t work. He just got blow jobs from the party girls.
So she took over the jobs he hated the most and left him with the fun stuff. And gave him some money to have parties with.
And their stash grew. So their marriage settled down. And she was happy.
She didn’t want to be a billionaire. All she wanted was a man to take care of her, cuzz she didn’t have anyway to do it herself and now her daddy was dead.
And just to be sure she had her man chained… she had a baby. Now her life was set.
Till one of the party girls took her man. The divorce cost her half of her hard earned stash. But she built it back up again. For her little baby girl. Cuzz she now knew, the only thing she could do was make sure the stash grew, so her daughter would be free some day.