Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.
This world tries to tell us who we are from the beginning of our lives.
Fat, skinny, dim witted, intelligent, mentally challenged, pretty, ugly, selfish, generous, and any number of other things.
Before we become adults our psyche can be corrupted by the many opinions of our peers. We attempt to live up to their expectations.
Doctors may label us as ‘something’ in order to have an excuse to prescribe various medications which alter our chemistry in order to ‘help’ us. Once they do this, family, friends, society as a whole does its thing and tries to validate this ‘diagnosis’. Usually all done out of ignorance, or a requirement to prescribe meds, or a failed understanding of our experience of the Spiritual Realms, which we may have become connected to.
Triggers born of such experiences and judgments can be difficult to shed as we begin to stand more firmly in our OWN perceptions and ideas of Self. It can take a lot for us to finally say, No More … you are not allowed to define me any longer.
Yet the trigger is sometimes flipped by our connections, even unintentionally, due to the wounds we carry.
This is a good thing, for it allows us the opportunity to see it, to evaluate it, to sit with it and trace it to its source, to see how it has affected our lives and our decisions about self and relationships.
This is when healing can occur if we are willing to look at it deeply, acknowledge it so that it can be released, rather than suppressed. In suppression it will ALWAYS have opportunity to rear its head.
Acknowledgement and release is the only way to freedom from the stigma that began with others placing their own perceptions of our value on us, which we often take on as our own.
Becoming a healer is a difficult process, and always begins with our willingness to heal Self first. Becoming a healer cannot BE any other way, for books cannot teach it … it must be experienced for Self in order to BE IT, and to be of assistance for others.
Bless the courageous and their Stubborn Will which demands to become that which they have always needed, a nurturer. And somewhere along the line, transforming that Stubborn Will into a Skillful Will that is of benefit not only to Self, but to the World.
I love you so much.
Your Brilliance, your Endurance, and your Love for Life is tremendous and oh so beautiful.
I am one of the most Blessed Women, simply for knowing you. And for finally, coming into the true knowledge of what it means to be whole. I am so happy that this Life is a continuous opportunity for development and advancement in the Spiritual things …. in the Heart, Mind, Body and Emotional states which need focus to become Balance.
As chaos flies all about the world, let us reel in our energies, harness it, and apply it to that world we wish to co-create together … a world of beauty, acceptance, care, compassion and Love … in all of its forms.
Yesterday I consumed flesh for the first time in six years. I was looking forward to the message and sensation my body(s) would receive. Here is my report …
I woke feeling like I typically do upon rising. Soon, however, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach brought itself into my awareness. Perhaps it is residual from the fight the animal I consumed put up before being slaughtered, the fear it felt, the adrenaline, infused in its fleshy fibers.
I became agitated, short tempered, and my energy became somewhat chaotic.
I was expecting to feel stronger, nourished by it, but the opposite happened.
My energy was dirtied by it.
I am not saying the animal itself, while living, was dirty.
What I’m relating here is that the fear, the fight, the intense adrenaline … all of this was infused into the flesh, and when I consumed it, these energies affected my own.
It is easy to understand where much of the chaos in this world stems from.
Those who consume fear and adrenaline toxicity enmesh it into their own fields.
We truly do become what we eat, energetically speaking.
There is the mindset that humans have dominion over the animal kingdom and can kill and consume as they please. There is no compassion or regard to life.
Many will be shocked when they discover there are many higher beings than we, soon to make entry here among us, who feel the same about humanity … thinking us a commodity, a food source.
None of us will be able to complain justly or argue in defense.
What we reap we shall sow.
The experience was a necessary one for me, to affirm my position when it comes to the honoring of life.