{"id":14727,"date":"2025-12-17T20:31:26","date_gmt":"2025-12-17T19:31:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/okitalk.news\/de\/post\/be52b7\/automatisch-gespeicherter-entwurf\/"},"modified":"2025-12-17T20:31:34","modified_gmt":"2025-12-17T19:31:34","slug":"","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/okitalk.news\/en\/post\/be52b7\/stell-dich-nicht-so-an\/","title":{"rendered":"DON'T MAKE SUCH A FUSS","raw":"DON'T MAKE SUCH A FUSS"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

DON’T BE SO DRAMATIC<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I was 4 or 5 years old, a thorn flew into my left eye while my parents were gardening. I screamed in pain and panic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mother wanted to continue working, take care of my younger brother, and then prepare dinner. Since the eye doctor was the father of one of my father’s favorite students, he made an immediate appointment and I got to go to the doctor with my dad. He was never frantic and could convey a deep calm to me much better than my mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I still see the doctor in front of me: athletic build, black hair, and a natural authority. I suppressed the pain, believed his words that he would manage it, and obediently sat in the chair. He looked into my left eye, but I couldn’t open it. Moreover, it was constantly watering. As he opened the eye, the pain suddenly returned and my small body squirmed. Then came the phrase from the eye doctor that I had often heard from my dad: \u201cDon’t be so dramatic!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I allowed it, I did it for my eye. I looked into bright light, received eye drops, and screamed as he moved his finger back and forth in my eye. But I stayed still and lo and behold, he finally showed me a fine thorn from a wild rose. I got a bandage and a pirate patch, candies, and a big compliment for how brave I was. The retina had not been damaged, the eye needed another 1-2 days of rest. We arrived home very proudly and my dad told this experience at the dinner table. \u201cDon’t be so dramatic,\u201d the doctor had said. My mother only remarked: \u201cI know someone who says that to his daughter too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The older I got, the more I disciplined myself, adapted to the harshness of the system, and became a good student. At 14, I got glasses, -3.5 diopters in the left eye, and started with -0.5 diopters in the right. At 15, I was snow-blind after a mountain tour, and years later a champagne cork flew into my left eye. A few years ago, the root of a bush grazed my left eye while digging and caused a thick scar in my left eyebrow. I spent 10 years of my life with left-sided migraines every Saturday, had left-sided sinusitis, and my mother later went blind in her left eye and died after 6 left-sided strokes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My research into the causes revealed a war trauma that was passed on to me \u2013 in short. In many healing sessions, I learned to look deeper and discovered more and more about causes and effects with the help of the spiritual world. My mother also had to hold herself together and then let herself go at the end of her life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am on my healing path. I no longer need glasses, I take good care of my body, and I open myself to everything I did not want or was not allowed to see as a child and afterwards. I no longer need a doctor and no longer allow any violations without first asking for alternatives, and I have no fear of pain anymore. Pain has become my companion. But at the latest after the first birth of my six children, I knew for sure: \u201cYou do not die from pain!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yet I still wonder why so many people still fear pain, a paralyzing fear that leads them away from natural bodily sensations and suppresses the important happiness and love hormones. Or is it the addiction to suffering? Meanwhile, my inner vision has also developed and I repeatedly see in people that they have a wide golden path in front of them behind a gate, but are constantly searching for another way. So this patriarchal \u201cDon’t be so dramatic\u201d has not exactly led me into my femininity, but has taken me away from egocentric emotional valleys of suffering. I preferred to orient myself towards positive thoughts and feelings, preferred to laugh than to cry, and preferred to research than to feel like a victim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This morning, my eye gifted me this memory, and later came a message from my mother’s soul that she is now free and wants to go into the light. My left optic nerve is vibrating right now, as if something is being freed!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CONCLUSION: Pay attention to the signs of your body when you wake up.<\/p>\n","protected":false,"raw":"\n

DON'T BE SO DRAMATIC<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I was 4 or 5 years old, a thorn flew into my left eye while my parents were gardening. I screamed in pain and panic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mother wanted to continue working, take care of my younger brother, and then prepare dinner. Since the eye doctor was the father of one of my father's favorite students, he made an immediate appointment and I got to go to the doctor with my dad. He was never frantic and could convey a deep calm to me much better than my mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I still see the doctor in front of me: athletic build, black hair, and a natural authority. I suppressed the pain, believed his words that he would manage it, and obediently sat in the chair. He looked into my left eye, but I couldn't open it. Moreover, it was constantly watering. As he opened the eye, the pain suddenly returned and my small body squirmed. Then came the phrase from the eye doctor that I had often heard from my dad: \u201cDon't be so dramatic!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I allowed it, I did it for my eye. I looked into bright light, received eye drops, and screamed as he moved his finger back and forth in my eye. But I stayed still and lo and behold, he finally showed me a fine thorn from a wild rose. I got a bandage and a pirate patch, candies, and a big compliment for how brave I was. The retina had not been damaged, the eye needed another 1-2 days of rest. We arrived home very proudly and my dad told this experience at the dinner table. \u201cDon't be so dramatic,\u201d the doctor had said. My mother only remarked: \u201cI know someone who says that to his daughter too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The older I got, the more I disciplined myself, adapted to the harshness of the system, and became a good student. At 14, I got glasses, -3.5 diopters in the left eye, and started with -0.5 diopters in the right. At 15, I was snow-blind after a mountain tour, and years later a champagne cork flew into my left eye. A few years ago, the root of a bush grazed my left eye while digging and caused a thick scar in my left eyebrow. I spent 10 years of my life with left-sided migraines every Saturday, had left-sided sinusitis, and my mother later went blind in her left eye and died after 6 left-sided strokes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My research into the causes revealed a war trauma that was passed on to me \u2013 in short. In many healing sessions, I learned to look deeper and discovered more and more about causes and effects with the help of the spiritual world. My mother also had to hold herself together and then let herself go at the end of her life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am on my healing path. I no longer need glasses, I take good care of my body, and I open myself to everything I did not want or was not allowed to see as a child and afterwards. I no longer need a doctor and no longer allow any violations without first asking for alternatives, and I have no fear of pain anymore. Pain has become my companion. But at the latest after the first birth of my six children, I knew for sure: \u201cYou do not die from pain!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yet I still wonder why so many people still fear pain, a paralyzing fear that leads them away from natural bodily sensations and suppresses the important happiness and love hormones. Or is it the addiction to suffering? Meanwhile, my inner vision has also developed and I repeatedly see in people that they have a wide golden path in front of them behind a gate, but are constantly searching for another way. So this patriarchal \u201cDon't be so dramatic\u201d has not exactly led me into my femininity, but has taken me away from egocentric emotional valleys of suffering. I preferred to orient myself towards positive thoughts and feelings, preferred to laugh than to cry, and preferred to research than to feel like a victim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This morning, my eye gifted me this memory, and later came a message from my mother's soul that she is now free and wants to go into the light. My left optic nerve is vibrating right now, as if something is being freed!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CONCLUSION: Pay attention to the signs of your body when you wake up.<\/p>\n"},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false,"raw":""},"author":35,"featured_media":14729,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_en_post_content":"\n

DON'T BE SO DRAMATIC<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I was 4 or 5 years old, a thorn flew into my left eye while my parents were gardening. I screamed in pain and panic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mother wanted to continue working, take care of my younger brother, and then prepare dinner. Since the eye doctor was the father of one of my father's favorite students, he made an immediate appointment and I got to go to the doctor with my dad. He was never frantic and could convey a deep calm to me much better than my mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I still see the doctor in front of me: athletic build, black hair, and a natural authority. I suppressed the pain, believed his words that he would manage it, and obediently sat in the chair. He looked into my left eye, but I couldn't open it. Moreover, it was constantly watering. As he opened the eye, the pain suddenly returned and my small body squirmed. Then came the phrase from the eye doctor that I had often heard from my dad: \u201cDon't be so dramatic!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I allowed it, I did it for my eye. I looked into bright light, received eye drops, and screamed as he moved his finger back and forth in my eye. But I stayed still and lo and behold, he finally showed me a fine thorn from a wild rose. I got a bandage and a pirate patch, candies, and a big compliment for how brave I was. The retina had not been damaged, the eye needed another 1-2 days of rest. We arrived home very proudly and my dad told this experience at the dinner table. \u201cDon't be so dramatic,\u201d the doctor had said. My mother only remarked: \u201cI know someone who says that to his daughter too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The older I got, the more I disciplined myself, adapted to the harshness of the system, and became a good student. At 14, I got glasses, -3.5 diopters in the left eye, and started with -0.5 diopters in the right. At 15, I was snow-blind after a mountain tour, and years later a champagne cork flew into my left eye. A few years ago, the root of a bush grazed my left eye while digging and caused a thick scar in my left eyebrow. I spent 10 years of my life with left-sided migraines every Saturday, had left-sided sinusitis, and my mother later went blind in her left eye and died after 6 left-sided strokes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My research into the causes revealed a war trauma that was passed on to me \u2013 in short. In many healing sessions, I learned to look deeper and discovered more and more about causes and effects with the help of the spiritual world. My mother also had to hold herself together and then let herself go at the end of her life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am on my healing path. I no longer need glasses, I take good care of my body, and I open myself to everything I did not want or was not allowed to see as a child and afterwards. I no longer need a doctor and no longer allow any violations without first asking for alternatives, and I have no fear of pain anymore. Pain has become my companion. But at the latest after the first birth of my six children, I knew for sure: \u201cYou do not die from pain!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yet I still wonder why so many people still fear pain, a paralyzing fear that leads them away from natural bodily sensations and suppresses the important happiness and love hormones. Or is it the addiction to suffering? Meanwhile, my inner vision has also developed and I repeatedly see in people that they have a wide golden path in front of them behind a gate, but are constantly searching for another way. So this patriarchal \u201cDon't be so dramatic\u201d has not exactly led me into my femininity, but has taken me away from egocentric emotional valleys of suffering. I preferred to orient myself towards positive thoughts and feelings, preferred to laugh than to cry, and preferred to research than to feel like a victim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This morning, my eye gifted me this memory, and later came a message from my mother's soul that she is now free and wants to go into the light. My left optic nerve is vibrating right now, as if something is being freed!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CONCLUSION: Pay attention to the signs of your body when you wake up.<\/p>\n","_en_post_name":"","_en_post_excerpt":"","_en_post_title":"DON'T MAKE SUCH A FUSS","_de_post_content":"\n

STELL DICH NICHT SO AN<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Als ich 4 oder 5 Jahre alt war, flog mir bei der Gartenarbeit meiner Eltern ein Dorn ins linke Auge. Ich schrie vor Schmerz und Panik.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meine Mutter wollte noch weiter arbeiten, sich um meinen j\u00fcngeren Bruder k\u00fcmmern und dann das Abendessen vorbereiten. Da der Augenarzt der Vater einer Lieblingssch\u00fclerin von meinem Vater war, machte er einen sofortigen Termin aus und ich durfte mit meinem Papa zum Arzt fahren. Er war nie hektisch und konnte viel besser eine tiefe Gelassenheit auf mich \u00fcbertragen als meine Mutter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ich sehe den Arzt noch vor mir: athletischer K\u00f6rperbau, schwarze Haare und eine nat\u00fcrliche Autorit\u00e4t. Ich unterdr\u00fcckte den Schmerz, glaubte seinen Worten, dass er es hinbekommt und setzte mich brav auf den Stuhl. Er schaute in mein linkes Auge, doch ich konnte es nicht \u00f6ffnen. Ausserdem tr\u00e4nte es ununterbrochen. W\u00e4hrend er das Auge \u00f6ffnete, meldete sich wieder schlagartig der Schmerz und mein kleiner K\u00f6rper zappelte. Dann kam der Satz vom Augenarzt, den ich schon oft von meinem Papa h\u00f6ren musste: \u201eStell Dich nicht so an!\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ich lie\u00df es zu, ich tat es f\u00fcr mein Auge. Ich schaute in grelles Licht, bekam Augentropfen und schrie, als er seinen Finger in meinem Auge hin und her bewegte. Aber ich hielt still und siehe da, er zeigte mir schlie\u00dflich einen feinen Dorn einer Wildrose. Ich bekam noch ein Pflaster und eine Piratenbinde, Bonbons und ein dickes Lob, wie tapfer ich war. Die Netzhaut war nicht besch\u00e4digt worden, das Auge brauchte noch 1-2 Tage Ruhe. Ganz stolz kamen wir zu Hause an und meine Papa erz\u00e4hlte am Abendbrottisch von diesem Erlebnis. \u201eStell Dich nicht so an\u201c hatte der Arzt gesagt. Meine Mutter meinte nur: \u201eDa kenne ich jemanden, der das auch zu seiner Tochter sagt.\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Je \u00e4lter ich wurde, desto mehr disziplinierte ich mich, passte mich der H\u00e4rte des Systems an und wurde eine gute Sch\u00fclerin. Mit 14 Jahren bekam ich eine Brille, links -3,5 Dioptrien, rechts begann mit -0,5 Dioptrien. Mit 15 Jahren war ich nach einer Bergtour schneeblind und Jahre sp\u00e4ter flog mir mal ein Sektkorken ins linke Auge. Vor einigen Jahren streifte die Wurzel eines Busches beim ausgraben mein linkes Auge und verursachte eine dicke Narbe in der linken Augenbraue. 10 Jahre meines Lebens verbrachte ich jeden Samstag mit linksseitiger Migr\u00e4ne, hatte linksseitige Nebenh\u00f6hlenentz\u00fcndung und meine Mutter erblindete sp\u00e4ter auf dem linken Auge und verstarb nach 6 linksseitigen Schlaganf\u00e4llen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meine Ursachenforschung ergab ein Kriegstrauma, welches an mich weitergegeben wurde \u2013 kurz gesagt. In vielen Healing Sessions lernte ich tiefer zu schauen und erfuhr mithilfe der geistigen Welt immer mehr \u00fcber Ursachen und Wirkungen. Auch meine Mutter musste sich immer zusammenrei\u00dfen und lie\u00df sich dann am Ende ihres Lebens gehen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ich bin auf meinem Heilungsweg. Eine Brille brauche ich nicht mehr, ich sorge gut f\u00fcr meinen K\u00f6rper und lasse mich auf alles ein, was ich als Kind und danach nicht sehen wollte oder sehen durfte. Ich brauche keinen Arzt mehr und lasse keine \u00dcbergriffigkeiten mehr zu ohne vorher nach Alternativen gefragt zu haben und habe keinerlei Angst vor Schmerzen mehr. Der Schmerz ist mein Begleiter geworden. Doch sp\u00e4testens nach der ersten Geburt meiner sechs Kinder wusste ich endg\u00fcltig: \u201eAn Schmerzen stirbst du nicht!\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Doch ich wundere mich immer noch, warum so viele Menschen noch Angst vor Schmerzen haben, eine l\u00e4hmende Angst, die sie von nat\u00fcrlichen K\u00f6rperempfindungen wegf\u00fchrt und welche die wichtigen Gl\u00fccks- und Liebeshormone unterdr\u00fcckt. Oder ist es die Sucht nach Leiden? Inzwischen ist auch mein inneres Sehen entwickelt und ich sehe immer wieder bei Menschen, dass sie hinter einem Tor einen goldenen breiten Weg vor sich haben, aber st\u00e4ndig nach einem anderen Weg suchen. Also dieses patriarchale \u201eStell Dich nicht so an\u201c hat mich zwar nicht gerade in meine Weiblichkeit gef\u00fchrt, doch weggebracht von egozentrierten emotionalen leidvollen Jammert\u00e4lern. Ich habe mich lieber an positiven Gedanken und Gef\u00fchlen orientiert, lieber gelacht als geweint und lieber geforscht als mich als Opfer zu f\u00fchlen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Heute morgen hat mein Auge mir diese Erinnerung geschenkt und sp\u00e4ter kam eine Botschaft von der Seele meiner Mutter, dass sie jetzt befreit ist und ins Licht m\u00f6chte. Mein linker Augennerv vibriert grade, als ob etwas sich befreit!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

FAZIT: Achte auf die Zeichen deines K\u00f6rpers, wenn Du aufwachst.<\/p>\n","_de_post_name":"stell-dich-nicht-so-an","_de_post_excerpt":"","_de_post_title":"STELL DICH NICHT SO AN","_es_post_content":"\n

No TE HAGAS EL V\u00cdCTIMA<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cuando ten\u00eda 4 o 5 a\u00f1os, un espino me vol\u00f3 al ojo izquierdo mientras ayudaba en el jard\u00edn de mis padres. Grit\u00e9 de dolor y p\u00e1nico.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mi madre quer\u00eda seguir trabajando, cuidar de mi hermano menor y luego preparar la cena. Como el oftalm\u00f3logo era el padre de una de las alumnas favoritas de mi padre, hizo una cita inmediata y pude ir con mi pap\u00e1 al m\u00e9dico. \u00c9l nunca estaba nervioso y pod\u00eda transmitir una profunda calma mucho mejor que mi madre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A\u00fan veo al m\u00e9dico: cuerpo atl\u00e9tico, cabello negro y una autoridad natural. Suprim\u00ed el dolor, cre\u00ed en sus palabras de que lo lograr\u00eda y me sent\u00e9 obedientemente en la silla. Mir\u00f3 en mi ojo izquierdo, pero no pod\u00eda abrirlo. Adem\u00e1s, estaba llorando sin parar. Mientras \u00e9l abr\u00eda el ojo, el dolor volvi\u00f3 de repente y mi peque\u00f1o cuerpo se retorc\u00eda. Luego vino la frase del oftalm\u00f3logo, que ya hab\u00eda escuchado muchas veces de mi pap\u00e1: \u201c\u00a1No te hagas el v\u00edctima!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lo permit\u00ed, lo hice por mi ojo. Mir\u00e9 hacia una luz brillante, recib\u00ed gotas para los ojos y grit\u00e9 cuando movi\u00f3 su dedo dentro de mi ojo. Pero me qued\u00e9 quieta y, he aqu\u00ed, finalmente me mostr\u00f3 un fino espino de una rosa silvestre. Me pusieron una tirita y una venda de pirata, caramelos y un gran elogio por lo valiente que fui. La retina no hab\u00eda sido da\u00f1ada, el ojo necesitaba 1-2 d\u00edas de descanso. Llegamos a casa muy orgullosos y mi pap\u00e1 cont\u00f3 en la mesa de la cena sobre esta experiencia. \u201c\u00a1No te hagas el v\u00edctima!\u201d hab\u00eda dicho el m\u00e9dico. Mi madre solo coment\u00f3: \u201cConozco a alguien que tambi\u00e9n le dice eso a su hija.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A medida que fui creciendo, me disciplin\u00e9 m\u00e1s, me adapt\u00e9 a la dureza del sistema y me convert\u00ed en una buena estudiante. A los 14 a\u00f1os me pusieron gafas, -3,5 dioptr\u00edas en el ojo izquierdo, y empec\u00e9 con -0,5 dioptr\u00edas en el derecho. A los 15 a\u00f1os, despu\u00e9s de una excursi\u00f3n a la monta\u00f1a, qued\u00e9 ciega por la nieve y a\u00f1os despu\u00e9s, un corcho de champ\u00e1n me vol\u00f3 al ojo izquierdo. Hace algunos a\u00f1os, la ra\u00edz de un arbusto roz\u00f3 mi ojo izquierdo al desenterrarlo y caus\u00f3 una gruesa cicatriz en la ceja izquierda. Pas\u00e9 10 a\u00f1os de mi vida cada s\u00e1bado con migra\u00f1as del lado izquierdo, tuve sinusitis del lado izquierdo y mi madre se qued\u00f3 ciega del ojo izquierdo y falleci\u00f3 tras 6 accidentes cerebrovasculares del lado izquierdo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mi investigaci\u00f3n sobre las causas revel\u00f3 un trauma de guerra que me fue transmitido, en pocas palabras. En muchas sesiones de sanaci\u00f3n aprend\u00ed a mirar m\u00e1s profundamente y supe, con la ayuda del mundo espiritual, cada vez m\u00e1s sobre causas y efectos. Mi madre tambi\u00e9n tuvo que contenerse siempre y al final de su vida se dej\u00f3 ir.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Estoy en mi camino de sanaci\u00f3n. Ya no necesito gafas, cuido bien de mi cuerpo y me abro a todo lo que no quise o no pude ver de ni\u00f1a y despu\u00e9s. Ya no necesito un m\u00e9dico y no permito m\u00e1s abusos sin haber preguntado primero por alternativas y no tengo ning\u00fan miedo al dolor. El dolor se ha convertido en mi compa\u00f1ero. Pero, al menos despu\u00e9s del primer parto de mis seis hijos, supe definitivamente: \u201c\u00a1No mueres por el dolor!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A\u00fan me sorprende por qu\u00e9 tantas personas todav\u00eda tienen miedo al dolor, un miedo paralizante que las aleja de las sensaciones corporales naturales y suprime las importantes hormonas de la felicidad y el amor. \u00bfO es la adicci\u00f3n al sufrimiento? Ahora tambi\u00e9n se ha desarrollado mi visi\u00f3n interna y veo una y otra vez en las personas que tienen un camino ancho y dorado delante de ellos detr\u00e1s de una puerta, pero que constantemente buscan otro camino. As\u00ed que este patriarcal \u201c\u00a1No te hagas el v\u00edctima!\u201d no me ha llevado precisamente a mi feminidad, pero me ha alejado de los valles de quejas emocionales egoc\u00e9ntricas y dolorosas. Prefer\u00ed orientarme hacia pensamientos y sentimientos positivos, re\u00edr en lugar de llorar y explorar en lugar de sentirme como una v\u00edctima.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Esta ma\u00f1ana, mi ojo me regal\u00f3 este recuerdo y m\u00e1s tarde lleg\u00f3 un mensaje del alma de mi madre, que ahora est\u00e1 liberada y quiere ir hacia la luz. \u00a1Mi nervio \u00f3ptico izquierdo est\u00e1 vibrando ahora, como si algo se estuviera liberando!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CONCLUSI\u00d3N: Presta atenci\u00f3n a las se\u00f1ales de tu cuerpo cuando despiertes.<\/p>\n","_es_post_name":"","_es_post_excerpt":"","_es_post_title":"NO TE HAGAS EL V\u00cdCTIMA","edit_language":"en","iawp_total_views":58,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1990],"tags":[80,2011,893,2012,1991,2010,82],"class_list":["post-14727","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-gesundheit","tag-angst","tag-auge","tag-liluamelie-riedell","tag-linke-koerperhaelfte","tag-schmerz","tag-selbstheilungskraefte","tag-trauma"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/okitalk.news\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14727","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/okitalk.news\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/okitalk.news\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/okitalk.news\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/35"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/okitalk.news\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14727"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/okitalk.news\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14727\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14730,"href":"https:\/\/okitalk.news\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14727\/revisions\/14730"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/okitalk.news\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/14729"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/okitalk.news\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14727"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/okitalk.news\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14727"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/okitalk.news\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14727"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}