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Good Little Slave

Published October 11, 2018 by tindertender

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He captured her when she was quite young. Through the years she watched as he raped life and spirit with his hooks. He would get inside them and tear open their insides, killing them, spiritually, physically. He would leave them lying there, all bloodied and battered as a reminder to her of what he could do to her even, should he want to.

She cooked for him, she cleaned and sewed. She entertained the guests he brought home and watched as time, and time again, he ruined their lives. She cleaned up the mess, every time.

He let her have a pet. She walked this pet and took it off lead, wanting it to be free. But then she watched as it was chased around the wooded area and caught, and killed. She was under the impression that even if free, she would be chased, and then killed.

She botched a ‘clean up’ and the authorities came and questioned her. She decided she would take the blame for the atrocity they uncovered. Should they arrest her, she would finally be free of the one who had enslaved her. She was jailed and questioned, but it soon became obvious it was not her that did the crime.

They went for the male who had actually been ‘hooking’ the people and ending their lives. He was furious, but at this point there wasn’t anything he could do to her, even through all his threats.

She revisited the fabric store where she used to buy supplies. They had heard of the investigation and arrests, and began to question her about her life, the life they had never before thought anything of as she was always so quiet, pleasant, and seemed like ‘a good girl’.

She showed them all of the coupons she had saved to remind her of every outing that she had been able to make during the years, to remind her of those moments of freedom, away from her ‘owner’. She told them that the only time she could get a few moments of this freedom was when she came here to shop for supplies. They could not believe that they had been so blind, for all those years.

Today, she warns others of this ‘hooked one’ for he is destined to be released one day. She does not want others to fall prey to his deceit. So few believe her, yet she continues to tell the story, even while ridiculed, and called a liar, told she only wants attention.

She knows full well the dangers ahead. She will not stay to try and fight for them, they will need to fight for themselves … at least, this is her present mind-set. She IS one of the few who knew him and survived though, so perhaps she will be able to use this knowledge of him to assist other life, when the time comes … should she choose.

(Although this sounds like a dream, it is very real and happening all around us, in the etheric body and astral realms. Women and men are being ‘hooked’ and manipulated to cause abusive events in this world, and taking the blame for these atrocities as if they were of their own imaginings and hearts. There are many in this world who are willing followers of this ‘hooked one’ for they believe the promises of attaining ‘power’ over life, and then there are others behaving out of a place of fear, and of punishment, feeling helpless and powerless. But they are cunning, they have been born with every intelligence needed to overcome this manipulator. They will succeed.)

Too Much Woman

Published September 16, 2018 by tindertender

Too Much Woman

There she is. . . the “too much” woman. The one who loves too hard, feels too deeply, asks too often, desires too much.

There she is taking up too much space, with her laughter, her curves, her honesty, her sexuality. Her presence is as tall as a tree, as wide as a mountain. Her energy occupies every crevice of the room. Too much space she takes.

There she is causing a ruckus with her persistent wanting, too much wanting. She desires a lot, wants everything—too much happiness, too much alone time, too much pleasure. She’ll go through brimstone, murky river, and hellfire to get it. She’ll risk all to quell the longings of her heart and body. This makes her dangerous.

She is dangerous.

And there she goes, that “too much” woman, making people think too much, feel too much, swoon too much. She with her authentic prose and a self-assuredness in the way she carries herself. She with her belly laughs and her insatiable appetite and her proneness to fiery passion. All eyes on her, thinking she’s hot shit.

Oh, that “too much” woman. . . too loud, too vibrant, too honest, too emotional, too smart, too intense, too pretty, too difficult, too sensitive, too wild, too intimidating, too successful, too fat, too strong, too political, too joyous, too needy—too much. She should simmer down a bit, be taken down a couple notches.

Someone should put her back in a more respectable place. Someone should tell her.

Here I am. . . the Too Much Woman, with my too-tender heart and my too-much emotions.

A hedonist, feminist, pleasure seeker, empath. I want a lot—justice, sincerity, spaciousness, ease, intimacy, actualization, respect, to be seen, to be understood, your undivided attention, and all of your promises to be kept.

I’ve been called high maintenance because I want what I want, and intimidating because of the space I occupy. I’ve been called selfish because I am self-loving. I’ve been called a witch because I know how to heal myself.

And still. . . I rise. Still, I want and feel and ask and risk and take up space.
I must.

Us Too Much Women have been facing extermination for centuries—we are so afraid of her, terrified of her big presence, of the way she commands respect and wields the truth of her feelings. We’ve been trying to stifle the Too Much Woman for eons — in our sisters, in our wives, in our daughters. And even now, even today, we shame the Too Much Woman for her bigness, for her wanting, for her passionate nature.

And still. . . she thrives.

In my own world and before my very eyes, I am witnessing the reclamation and rising up of the Too Much Woman. That Too Much Woman is also known to some as Wild Woman or the Divine Feminine. In any case, she is me, she is you, and she is loving that she’s finally, finally getting some airtime.

If you’ve ever been called “too much,” or “overly emotional,” or “bitchy,” or “stuck up,” you are likely a Too Much Woman.

And if you are. . . I implore you to embrace all that you are—all of your depth, all of your vastness; to not hold yourself in, and to never abandon yourself, your bigness, your radiance.

Forget everything you’ve heard—your too muchness is a gift; oh yes, one that can heal, incite, liberate, and cut straight to the heart of things.

Do not be afraid of this gift, and let no one shy you away from it. Your too muchness is magic, is medicine. It can change the world.

So please, Too Much Woman: Ask. Seek. Desire. Expand. Move. Feel. Be.

Make your waves, fan your flames, give your chills.

~~~ Ev’yan Whitney

Freedom of Expression ~ Gained

Published September 7, 2018 by tindertender

I was fortunate to hear Don Jose Ruiz speak in person last night. I am grateful that he is traveling, sharing portions of his story and the wisdom gained through these experiences.

Being our authentic self in full view of others can be a challenge, for in doing so it requires that we shed all the ‘stories’ we have created to justify certain behaviors. It requires that we do so in order to share our most personal selves.

Walking into the fear of judgement from others is not easy, nor is it easy to withstand when it arrives, which it inevitably will. Do it anyway, free yourself, LIVE.

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Climbing Mountains

Published June 14, 2018 by tindertender
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Photo by Andreas Fidler

He said, She said … How long has this been going on? Argument … consistent, never ending, argument. Who is right and who is wrong? Is there any such thing?

Has a human ever found it easy to place themselves in a situation they find someone else in, before making an assessment? I am aware there are many cultures who cultivate certain responses, certain controls of self, and nurture their ability to have compassion and understanding for others.

There are others who practice thinking before speaking … resting with emotion, and rather than let the emotion be in charge of what comes out the mouth, they choose to not say a word, until later, after the adrenaline slows.

It seems the tendency to jump to conclusions is prevalent nowadays though … it is seen plainly, every day, wherever one may find themselves.

Becoming older, learning to break habits and alter the ‘training’ learned from youth, to shed the person of the past, is a true blessing. Just to have the opportunity to recreate that which we are is HUGE!! So many people never see it, so many people stay in the strangle hold of that which someone else gave them to wear.

In youth, it is often that someone else forms who we are. How the hair is worn, what fashion is adopted, if any, how we speak, or act in public, what we eat, how we chew, whether we say please or thank you, or ask permission at all, whether we take, or give, acknowledge lack peacefully, or strive to have more and more.

If fortunate to live long enough, this point becomes noticeable, opportunity arises to recreate that person-hood who we walk through life being. Shedding habits, forgiving others, in order to hopefully, one day forgive self, lightening the load of humanity and assisting in making positive change for the world, bringing light and song and joy to the day, every day that is consciously chosen.

There will always be someone to try and stop it … to create doubt and feelings of insufficiency … this is their reality and they try to impose it into others lives … to make others wear who and what they are (… in that particular moment).

You do not have to bear that load for them, the energies you produce will always be spent on what you allow them to be spent on.

Power is in Choice … every day, you wield it.

 

What Are You Afraid Of?

Published June 12, 2018 by tindertender

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So much time wasted on fear, fear of what others think, or what they might do. Fear of not being accepted, or of being denied, forgotten, abused.

Extreme fear has the capacity to render one immobile, frozen in place, unable to function. Often just the thought of what could be is enough to succeed in this paralyzation of people.

There are times when one can be so sure that disaster, or ill harm is going to happen. Most times this is all that is needed … the manipulators only have to introduce these ideas to people and the rest is … well, it is actually what we see in the world today.

Television shows us boogeymen (and women) in a fashion that is quite exaggerated. More often than not, the truly awful and dangerous stuff isn’t quite as easy to discern. Disguised as something good and beneficial it can be too late to alter course once the reality is seen, too late to change direction smoothly anyway.

Facing the innermost fear is indeed a challenge. Mustering up courage to walk into that which one would rather run from is very difficult. But in most cases this effort will bring reward, and that reward is the knowledge that what was feared is not capable of living up to the imagination of its power.

Laying in a tiny room she knew they were waiting for her, outside. A friend tried to comfort her, she could not bring herself to believe what he was saying, she did not trust that he knew what he was talking about. He was forgiving and did not get upset, for he knew her dilemma. Finally, she rose, determined to exit the space, thinking to herself, “if I die, so be it.” Lo and behold, she walked out and found she was free. No one was there to harm her, her imagination was the only thing which held her prisoner.

Facing fear will be the hardest thing ever done, but once done, an understanding of how powerless these imaginings are will be known. Most times, the imagination will give something much bigger and scarier to a person to think about, much larger than the reality.

Gifting ones self this exercise is empowering, for in facing that which robs one of personal capacity, that which was stolen, and more, will be obtained.

She Is Such A Person

Published May 17, 2018 by tindertender
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Photo by Nathan McBride

Her mind free from thought,
her appearance calm and tranquil,
her forehead beams simplicity.

Her chill is as elemental as autumn, her warmth that of spring. Her joy and anger flow like the four seasons. She always does what’s suitable, and has no limitations … Without showing affection her blessings extend through ten generations.

She has her likes and dislikes. What she likes is the One and what she dislikes is also the One. What is One is One, and what is not One is also One.

Such a person lets the gold stay hidden in the mountains,
and the pearls sleep in the deep waters.
She doesn’t consider property or money to be a benefit
and avoids riches and honors.
She doesn’t rejoice in long life,
nor grieve over early death.
She doesn’t account prosperity a blessing,
nor is ashamed of poverty.

From scattered pages of the book of Chuang Tzu

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