Children's Blood | Beyond Shame’s Sacrificial Altar

Children’s blood stains Gaza’s rubble and traffickers’ shadows, a psychic tide of shame we ignore. Depth Psychology reveals Melech—a crowned archetype of sacrifice—fed by our passivity. Affective Neuroscience ties this to suppressed RAGE and FEAR instincts. This guide explores awakening our primal hymn through compassion, breaking free from trauma’s altar.

The Apocalyptic Hum

The world sleeps again through an apocalyptic hum, a hush we shun as a psychic tide swells unseen. I hear it—not Wotan’s roar, but Melech’s leer, a shameless power we’ve crowned, feeding on our indignity. Children’s blood stains Gaza’s rubble, seeps from traffickers’ shadows, pleading we guard their future from fear’s decadent greed; our souls bend to preemptive thoughtcrimes, chained by algorithms that drown our deepest primal hymn. History murmurs, “We’ve knelt to gold and madness before.” Beneath the haze, voices rise under heaven’s altar—unbroken, mine among them, calling us to wake before idols claim us all.

The Altar of Our Shame

Can’t you see the altar of our shame glistening in the wastes of our despair? Our politics are hot brass and Melech’s flaming eyes; through willing ignorance, we hurl our babies onto burning metal, so they might cast their innocence into his sacrificial fire. Children’s blood soaks Gaza’s sands, trickles through traffickers’ hands, we grease with silence; their pleas fade as we hoard fear’s gold to forge slabs for child sacrifice. Our souls writhe under artificial thoughtcrimes, strangling our primal hymn with cold precision.

We live in a world where Aaron Holland or Muhammad Salah scores one or two more goals, and everyone knows it’s much more important than how many kids are dying in Gaza. Well, that speaks to an incredible passivity. —Gabor Maté, Canadian Physician

Just as the world broke in World War II, mistaking madness for order, we trade spirited freedom for cyber cells today. Once called Wotan, then Moloch, now Melech—a king we’ve crowned in shame, his leer our own, thriving while we sleep. History hums in a desert that only blooms our denial.

Table: Brain Regions Involved

Region	Role	Impact on Shame
Amygdala	Processes FEAR/RAGE	Amplifies avoidance
Prefrontal Cortex	Regulates impulses	Fails under passivity
Limbic System	Emotional homeostasis	Dysregulated by trauma

Souls Are Meant for Singing

At birth, I was laid on Melech’s altar; trauma’s flames forged me. I turned inward, past the hum, past the gold. The world’s din had twisted the language of my Soul, branding me with fear where instinct once roared. I traced my blood back—not to despair, but to a primal hymn algorithms couldn’t chain. In dreams, I mapped its echoes; in silence, God carved mercy into my bones. Each wound whispered, grief built a bridge, every step of rage lit the way through the void, until my voice joined heaven’s choir, unbroken.

This world encourages a lot of passivity, which is stressful because lack of agency, lack of control, is one of the triggers for stress. —Gabor Maté, Canadian Physician

This was revolt, not retreat. Where Melech leered, I faced my shame, a king I’d crowned in sleep. My ancestors were swept up in the tide; I won’t. I escaped the cyber cells, broke free with feeling, raw, wild, mine. Beneath the arid waste where devils roam lies water: a well of instincts, tales of a self unbowed. History buzzes with madness, yet I hear a deeper song—proof we needn’t kneel. This fire within waits for no idols, only us.

A Panacea of Compassion

I’ve faced Melech’s leer, felt trauma’s burn—yet my Soul sings, not despite the pain, but through it, unbroken by shame or code. My ancestors slept, but blood cries from the earth, a hymn drowning history’s discord. This fire within proves we didn’t choose our psychic murder; God has judged their child sacrifice. The flames we face aren’t wrath—they’re ours to claim.

It’s a question of how I can stay engaged without being enmeshed and without falling into passivity. —Gabor Maté, Canadian Physician

Turn from Melech’s unholy flame; feel the blood, the rage, the hymn beneath. Silence the monitors of your cyber cell—let your Soul breathe wild. Step past shame’s altar into compassion’s cure for this psychic plague. Claim the holy fire burning within us, now.

About the Author

Michael C Walker, a chaplain at Jaguar Marigold Chapel, combines Christian Mysticism, Depth Psychology, Affective Neuroscience, Classical Studies, and Dream Mapping to delve into the human psyche. With 20+ years of experience, he pioneers the fusion of spiritual wisdom and scientific exploration. His innovative approach to Complex Trauma (C-PTSD) provides insights for Self-Analysis, divine purpose, and authenticity.