You have a garden? You need bees You like to eat FOOD? You need bees. You like beautiful sweet honey? You need bees. You like wild flowers stop’n soil erosion. You need bees. You want the world as we know it to survive? You need bees.
In the industrial ‘development’ I work in, they spray toxins on the grass and bushes quite often. I find bees all the time walking circles and I know they are neurologically damaged and will die.
The poisoning of this planet MUST STOP.
Note from a bee lover:
Just this year, not a single bee – and we used to be swarming with them every year. Planting will not help dead bees. Have to prevent all the ways they are being killed, which may include, uh, ‘geoengineering’ the sky.
Mom had you be her confidant lover sister brother mother father husband wife
Now it gets confusing.
What is family, what does family look like?
What ARE boundaries?
What does it mean to have boundaries?
Who should I have s*x with, be naked with? Open my soul to?
Who is worthy of me, who deserves me? How much do they get to have of me?
You may want to put everything inside of you that moves. It doesn’t matter. Having little authority over your body, mind, heart growing up, it can be hard to find authority over yourself now.
Everything floods into everything. It’s hard to tell who is:
Partner Sister Co-creator Friend Brother Mother
S*x permeates EVERYTHING. Inappropriate boundaries feels NORMAL, healthy, even s*xy.
Siblings being attracted to siblings. Not sure of how to handle the attraction, therefore acting out at each other for attention.
Who deserves your allegiance? Who does not?
When all lines were crossed.
Father looked at you and your needs/feelings/body/health of your own, no longer existed.
He made you his:
punching bag savior devil victim perpetrator angel (the rare times you impressed him.)
Shouting in your face. Making mom seem like a welcome escape.
His love was terrifying.
Therefore you wonder: If I am terrified, then am I in love? If I am lost in a confusing web of unclear needs, is that love?
If the walls keep changing, is that love?
It feels like love.
In woman on fire we begin to separate you from everyone else. Untangle you string by string.
The ropes on your feet, around your hands, the ropes around your mouth, keeping you lost. You begin to shake free slowly, gently, from what they told you love was.
Maybe it means f*cking everything that moves, until you are sickened and so alone that you do not know what to with yourself. We will walk with you back home to you.
Maybe it means celibacy. Walking away from everything for a bit so you can feel the pulsating of your heart underneath your pu$$y. So you can feel how truly deeply they are linked. We will listen as you trust who you are again. What you really want.
Maybe it means somewhere in between. Letting in slowly your true desire. And being able to breathe deeply as the lights go on.
When you can see it all for what it truly is, you no longer live in the darkness of confusion.
I love you and I love this. Us. Together. Getting free.
I’m sure the floors and all hands have been washed with disinfectant, and all that SPITTLE not being covered from flying off those faces … surely it’s not landing on the masks!
Wear the mask, possibly infected with virus ridden SPITTLE from uncovered faces while being constructed.
Sure … you’ll “save lives”.
Do you think these billboards along the freeways telling you to “stay home, and save lives” is anything other that ROTE instruction to get you to behave?
Massive manipulation happening right now in minds, and so many people are completely unaware and defenseless, all the while they attack their fellow human being for wishing to hold onto their freedom.
For their lack of “common sense”.
For their perceived lack of “care”.
Coming from people who are afraid to breath in this current world for fear of dying … I am utterly saddened by their vulnerability and manipulated behavior changes.
Those who allow fear to run their lives have no business telling anyone how to behave in life.
The fear ridden should stay home while those who are interested in LIVING freely continue to do so.
Seal yourself up, and do not come out to play.
Sound Cold?
I’m through with political correctness.
Cowboy up.
… Slaves, begging free people to be fined or jailed for not becoming slave, I’m just not able to accept that.
Mask on in 90 degree heat. Alone. Pulling weeds. That is fear … I don’t care how people try to dress it up.Facebook marked this one as “Fake News”. Hahaha, “the packaging verbiage is fake!” Wait until we revise the text … and then BELIEVE!!!!!
China officials report suspected bubonic plague case
Invisible John or Jane Doe’s have no say in the personal character of others. Remember this next time you hear a negative “whisper” disguised as your own voice, or anything that attempts to steer you emotionally.
Decades old pain arose, surprising me, for I thought I had put it to rest. Well, I did put it to rest … without the proper processing necessary first.
I cried for a whole day. And even some on the second day.
I told myself to stop living in the past, to push it aside, to shut off the tears, to ‘woman’ up.
And then I spoke to some very dear friends, one of which asked me this:
Do you take a shower to wash your body?
I said, yes.
She said, “Tears are a cleansing for the soul. It washes it pure after trauma, or heartbreak of any kind.”
She explained to me that I should NEVER shut down my tears, that I should pay very close attention to what is being “washed away”, to feel it thoroughly and then release it.
After this talk, I vow to never put a damper on my tears, never to put the breaks on any release of past hurt or trauma.
I will allow my tears to wash my pain.
I will permit the process of healing in my person.
(Image of Tasha Tudor, American Illustrator 1915-2008)
In difficult times, you move forward in small steps. Do what you have to do, but little by little. Don’t think about the future, or what may happen tomorrow. Wash the dishes. Remove the dust. Write a letter. Make a soup. You see? You are advancing step by step. Take a step and stop. Rest a little. Praise yourself. Take another step. Then another. You won’t notice, but your steps will grow more and more. And the time will come when you can think about the future without crying.
Morning: Today is a day to focus on cleaning. Cleaning out the things I don’t need. I will clean out and get rid of the negative feelings, regrets, grievances, grudges, and unhappy memories that clutter up my life. I no longer have room for these. I release them all, and I will spend the day with only good things, ideas, and thoughts that support me, in my heart and mind.
Evening: I know that I did my best today to focus on cleaning out what I don’t need. Tonight I will rest knowing that my heart and mind have released the debris of my old life, and made room for the new.
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