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
Horseshoe crab blood is key to making a COVID-19 vaccine—but the ecosystem may suffer.
Every year, pharmaceutical companies round up half a million Atlantic horseshoe crabs, bleed them, and return them to the ocean— after which many will die. This practice, combined with overharvesting of the crabs for fishing bait, has caused a decline in the species in the region in the past few decades.
NO!!!!!!! Dammit! Human life is valued but not over and above all other life. Stop practicing destruction.
Cowards.
Terrorists of the planet …
Harming an abundance of life …
In the name of Health and Safety.
Choke on your manipulation agenda you evil ones, pretending to be like us … Human caretakers of this world.
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.
They used to say, “Don’t get your hopes up too high, you may be disappointed.” In other words, “Don’t put too much faith in anything, it may never happen.”
So we learn to immediately question people, their motives, their ability, their integrity. And then we begin to question ourselves … why not? Everyone else does.
Things have gone rigid and no longer flow.
The word acceptance has been removed for many in this walk, other than the word itself.
We are suspicious, our trust in many cases, broken. Even the trust we say we hold in ourselves … after all … look what experiences we lined up! Whew!
We discover we have choices. For the first time it seems clear, obvious almost, and we ask ourselves why we would choose to put ourselves in certain situations … for years … just barely moving along, stagnant in most areas.
Yet still, we listen to those outside of us, telling us about our ‘faults’, reminding us that we are not perfect, and in their book, unworthy.
We think, what?!?!?
Perhaps at this point we begin to note that we’d rather listen to our own perceptions and judgement of self.
We recognize another’s voice when negative thoughts travels through our mind … the memory of it stuck there like a broken record, playing … and playing … so often we may not even be aware of it any longer, until we are and we ask ourself, how long has this been going on?
We tell ourself that a decade old memory accompanied by pain that we never dealt with will no longer have lease in our life. We begin to shed … like a snake, and it’s messy. We may detest the process thinking it disgusting, or at the very least, uncomely.
Judgement comes and we sink, and then we recognize the self sabotage. We want to kick our self but understand we can no longer do that. So we are gentle with our self. We understand the situation like no other, and we love our self through the process, through the release.
Or not … not quite yet.
Perhaps we haven’t felt the rawness of it fully enough to gain that push forward. Maybe we are so accustomed to it, life without it seems … impossible?
