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GHB is reaching epidemic level on the recreational scene. Check out this link: http://chicago.cbslocal.com/2013/02/27/2-investigators-date-rape-drug-becoming-favorite-for-recreational-use/
It seems surreal that this drug made from wood floor stripper could be the drug of choice from college students to business people. It doesn’t seem like people are afraid to die as much as they are afraid to live. Like why do you think people are numbing themselves to life? It is a sad commentary on a culture that a barrel drum of liquid GHB sells for a million dollars. Think about $1 million to feed starving children throughout the country. And, a million dollars is nothing in the drug economies. Where is the nation’s social conscious that we see the disproportionate amount of money spent on recreational drug use when there are children starving and dying of diseases all over the planet as well as other atrocities because there is some apparent lack of funding.

The attached link is to an article and film clip on which they show a warehouse with 25 or more drums filled with liquid GHB. It’s going to market…the underground street markets…that get to our children. I have been contemplating what the fate of Americans would be if we simply voted to legalize drugs. Policing and sending people to jail for illegal drug use does not seem to reduce the market for drugs. There is without a doubt a high demand for debilitating drugs that can induce death and are addicting like GHB. How do we keep people from manufacturing GHB when all they need is wood floor stripper from any hardware store. It is so sad and such as waste of human potential. And, then there are all the bystanders who unknowingly become victims of GHB poisoning like my daughter in whose memory I write on this subject, as well as the thousands of other sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, and mothers and fathers, who have also died from GHB poisoning.

It seems the war on drugs is another urban myth as it hasn’t reduced the supply or the demand for drugs. For every arrest there are many more recruits (new users and sellers.) It’s as though recreational drug use is becoming a rite of passage for American teenagers. The prisons are full of petty drug users and it costs as much to house one prisoner as it cost to send a child to Princeton for a year. Locking people away for drug use isn’t the solution it is a temporary redirecting. The government spends its money on policing and prisons when what is needs is rehabilitating and reeducating. We are the change we are waiting for. It begins with you. The focus needs to shift from punishment to education and prevention. We teach our children how to read and write but what do we teach our children about surviving the ordinariness of life…the day-to-day…or surviving negative thought patterns… Why not emphasize and teach children yoga and mediation so that in the beginning they develop the strong sense of self…confidence about who they are…their intrinsic value. MAybe then people won’t go looking for who they are like it is something out there they have to obtain…the power…the raise…the next degree…

Everything needed in this life is contained within our own hearts. My heart empathizes with all drug users especially those who fear life and, consequently, look for something to numb like a hit of GHB to enhance them or to get through their day or their night, or maybe they just think of it as taking the edge off social situations but for whatever reason, the thought (the reasoning) is wack. And, that’s just it, taking a poisonous substance is just a thought until you act on it. You can always say “yeah, I could do a hit of GHB, but I choose not to…” That is always a choice every single moment that is available as a choice. People have choices but unless they learn their anchor points as children they become adults who are all over the board and make random, self-destructive choice without considering the other options available. I send love to all. This forum is your platform, find your voice…if you can make a difference in just one person’s life think what a miracle that is…



Date rape drugs predators’ drug of choice as they render the victim incapcitated. It is best to be aware that even the most seemingly innocent situations may result in compromising your safety. I think the best rule is to never go out alone but if you are out with a friend, never accept a drink unless you saw it being poured, and you never left the drink unattended. Be aware of your situation, and the people you call your friends. How well do you know them? In Denver, recently, date rape drugs were unknowingly adminsitered to women at clubs near the University of Denver. http://kdvr.com/2013/05/17/police-issue-warning-after-women-given-date-rape-drugs-near-du/

If you feel vulnerable about your situation, or you have been victimized by date-rape drugs, or you know someone who had a close call with date rape drugs, please share your story.

It is our shared experience that brings awareness and light to the subject. As women, and sisters, and we need to make every effort to strengthen our bonds so that we are always vigilent not only about our own safety but for the safety of other women, and children. It is our shared experiences that unites us and helps us to grow and expand into warriors.



{June 12, 2013}   Healing

How do you heal from horrific experiences like rape, or loss on a multitude of levels? I believe the first step is to stop clinging to the old memories and, begin letting go. Another is forgiving the past and letting it go. Realizing the past has no power over you in the present moment. When you are frighten by past events the present moment is always a choice. Another choice, is accepting and loving oneself. Personally, letting go has been an ongoing process of not only letting go but also learning to embrace myself in loving kindness as well as embracing my pain and suffering. I believe we encounter problems when we do not acknowledge our pain or suffering. Pain and suffering is like a baby, it demands attention. You need to be mindful of your baby, befriend it, or greet it with loving compassion. If we can hold our own suffering in loving compasssion then we can empathize with the suffering of others. For 14 years I have suffered and have written and spoken publicly about the horiffic loss our family suffer as a result of the GHB murder of our precious girl, Skylar. In her honor, I now want to focus this date rape awareness site to the awareness of our truths, and communicating them. I love to share my experience and tell my truth honestly. I listen to the truth of others. I am here to open my heart to hear your truth. Each time we let an experience pass without acknowledging our feelings we numb ourselves and close off. When we honor our personal truth and say how we feeel, we grow internally, and can help others around us who also suffer. Skylar lived in her truth. Communicating her truth was vital to her well-being. Live in your truth. Communicate your truth. It always helps us to realize what we feel because it leads us to a better understanding of who we are. Please use this forum to express your truth. Listen to yourself and trust your inner voice. I am here to listen to the truths of others. ~Peace~



For this issue what has worked for me is to remember that memories are only dead images. The unhappy memories that keep returning to the big screen in your mind want your attention like a baby. They want you to look at them and acknowlege them with campassion and empathy and, then release them. Let go and let God/Crator/Source. The unhappy memories you see are not real. Your happy memories are right where you are in the present moment 🙂



{June 5, 2013}   Alchemy of A Shadow Dance

When reading Alchemy of a Shadow Dance (k/n/a “Shadow Dance”, Part I, )the names of people involved in real life have been changed in this fictionalize version of events surrounding Sophie’s death. Skylar’s name in the fiction is Sophie. By Chapter 3, Sophie is telling the story about her life leading up to the day she was poisoned with GHB, Easter Sunday 1999.



{June 5, 2013}   Alchemy of A Shadow Dance

ALCHEMY OF A SHADOW DANCE and hopefully published so I can post here. This story is written in memory of my belove daughter, Skylar Lynn Ringland, who went to the music studio of rapper, Abstract Rude, and she died in his company from massive dose of GHB.



To see a world in a grain of sand…And a heaven in a wild flower…Hold inifinity in the palm of your hand…And ethernity in an hour… ~ Wm. Blake ~ This is the memorial poem to my daughter Skylar Lynn. I have returned with renewed spirit to blog in her honor. I reached a point in writing Alchemy of A Shadow Dancer where I did not know the ending of the story. Finally, I have written the ending, which is actually the beginning. I am attaching it here for readers to comment. I have been writing Alchemy since 2007 and I get to plateaus and feel confident only to fall back down, unsure. Writing the ending was a huge milestone. I am trying to attach the first chapter here but this site has changed its setup so I may have to attach it in another post. I came here today and read the powerful blogs from Skylar’s friends and realized how long I have focused on the manuscript and neglected to blog in her loving memory. For those of you who are visitng this site today, Alchemy of A Shadow Dance is about the GHB poisoning of my beloved daughter Skylar. At the time, those responsible for her death went free and there was no justice for Skylar. Her case became a cold case. In Alchemy those responsible are tried but are only given community service for their criminal negligence as “intent to murder” was not proven. The story twist from there. Read the rest of this entry »



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