Disturbing Development of Charles Manson

Coming up on the anniversary of the Manson Murders……


Born Charles Maddox, the man we now know as Charles Manson was a disadvantaged child. Manson was born November 12, 1934 in Cincinnati, Ohio, to a sixteen year old promiscuous alcoholic who had no regard for her son. Manson’s mother, Kathleen Maddox, was not ready for parenthood and did not rise to meet her new responsibility as a single mother.

Kathleen Maddox married William Manson and gave Charles his name at that time. Manson tells a story of his mother trading him for beer: “Mom was in a cafe one afternoon with me on her lap. The waitress, a would-be mother without a child of her own, jokingly told my Mom she’d buy me from her. Mom replied, ‘A pitcher of beer and he’s yours.’ The waitress set up the beer…. Several days later my uncle had to search the town for the waitress and take me home,” Montaldo (n.d).


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She Just…. let go.


Without a thought or a word, she let go.  She let go of fear.  She let go of judgments.  She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around in her head.  She let go of the committee of indecision within her.  She let go of all the “right” reasons.  Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.  She did not ask anyone for advice.  She did not read a book on how to let go.  She just let go.  She let go of all the memories that held her back.  She let go of all the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.  She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.  She did not PROMISE to let go.  She did not journal about it.  She did not write the projected date in her DayPlanner.  She made no public announcement. She did not check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.  She just let go.  She did not analyze whether she should let go. She did not call her friends to discuss the matter.  She did not utter one word.  She just let go.  No one was around when it happened.  There was around when it happened.  There was no applause or congratulations.  No one thanked her or praised her.  No one noticed a thing.  Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.  There was no effort.  There was no struggle.  It was not good.  It was not bad.  It was what it was, and it is just that.  In the space of letting go, she let it all be.  A small smile came over her face.  A light breeze blew through her.  And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.