Do we thrash around, physically and mentally and spew vile words into the collective, blaming another for our pain? Hurting others? Rejecting others? Shutting down and not letting anyone too close?
Or do we use this experience as a catalyst to propel us beyond that agitation, that disappointment, that betrayal, using the experience to help others?
Do we choose to close off, or remain open hearted, despite knowing there’s a very real possibility someone, or someone(s), will crush us again?
That’s the challenge, isn’t it?
Forgiveness, they say is for self, not the other. It is about “releasing” the burden which weighs on our heart and mind.
Be grateful for those experiences which propel you forward.
The more traumatic the experience, the greater the opportunity for spiritual advancement.
Well you can tell everyone I’m a down disgrace Drag my name all over the place I don’t care anymore
You can tell everybody ’bout the state I’m in You won’t catch me crying ’cause I just can’t win I don’t care anymore I don’t care anymore, d’you hear?
I don’t care what you say I don’t play the same games you play
‘Cause I’ve been talking to the people That you call your friends And it seems to me there’s a means to an end They don’t care anymore
And as for me I can sit here and bide my time I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind I don’t care anymore I don’t care no more
I don’t care what you say We never played by the same rules anyway
I won’t be there anymore Get out of my way Let me by I got better things to do with my time I don’t care anymore I don’t care anymore I don’t care anymore I don’t care anymore
Well, I don’t care now what you say ‘Cause every day I’m feeling fine with myself And I don’t care now what you say Hey, I’ll do alright by myself ‘Cause I don’t
‘Cause I remember all the times I tried so hard And you laughed in my face ’cause you held the cards I don’t care anymore
And I really ain’t bothered what you think of me ‘Cause all I want of you is just to let me be I don’t care anymore Do you hear, I don’t care no more
I don’t care what you say I never did believe you much anyway
I won’t be there no more So get out of my way Let me by I got better things to do with my time I don’t care anymore Do you hear, I don’t care anymore I don’t care no more You listening? I don’t care no more No more
Oh yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah
You know I don’t care no more Don’t care no more No more, no more, no more Don’t care no more No more, no more
No more, no more No more, no more No more, no more No more, no more No more, no more
“I must pick up All the lost souls who wander this earth all who are alone all that are broken all that never really fit in I will gather them all And together we will find our home
-Athey Thompson
A little poem taken from poetry book written in Camberlay, UK.
This photo is of “Camberley Kate”, the lady who roamed the streets with her “stray dogs” cart and picked up all the abandoned. It is said that during her lifetime she rescued and gave a loving home to more than 600 stray dogs.
Today I honor this inspiring lady and her legacy, she dedicated her life to saving dogs, and being kind to all animals.
When we start doing something we’ve done for some time privately, publicly, it takes awhile to get the presentation down. It takes many tries before one finds a pattern which offers best results. Currently, I’m learning to be comfortable speaking publicly. It’s odd. Shifting from isolated tasks to sharing in the collective. I feel like a child, learning to walk. I make mistakes, say the wrong things, appear a fool. Gotta start somewhere! If I allow fear to stop me from advancing, I’ll never expand and develop smoothly into a fine example of flow. I’m not real concerned about a following. I’m more interested in developing personal skills. So I create content, some of it not really presentable, but I’m creating. Moving forward. Alone, haha. My YouTube has 2 followers. My blog has 1589 subscribers. I’m not looking for attention. I’m looking for self-improvement. If you happen upon any of my content and think it unprofessional, silly, or pointless … it’s all good. I’m not looking to impress others. I’m looking to impress self. And share … who knows, maybe you’ll think my bumbling, stumbling first steps are humorous, or maybe you have advice, or maybe you’re wanting to move forward too, but are wary of looking a fool. Damn. We all look a fool at times. Those who never look a fool are faking it.
Today, I no longer think of myself as simply a chef. I create opportunities for a sacred exchange of love, gratitude and celebration of the gift of life on Earth. As anyone who cooks with love and care, I am an alchemist with the sacred task of transforming the sacrificed life of one being, whether it is plant or animal, dead or alive, into life-giving nourishment for another.
When I cook in right relationship, the love of the Great Mother flows through the love and sacrifice of her creatures, filling us with Divine Nourishment and creating oneness. One becomes food for another, dispelling the illusion of being separate. This is the nourishment I have always longed for. When I eat in sync with the season, it’s as if a wise woman appears along a cold, barren trail. She invites me to warm myself by a fire with a deep bed of coals, and offers me a hot bowl of soup, a loaf of bread.
Our Mother Earth brings love to us through the form of food and sensual experiences. Without this we could not have a human experience. Without the human experience, our soul could not grow and evolve. Eating is a sacred act. Something living dies, we take it into our bodies, and it becomes part of us as we become part of it. Plant or animal, hunted, gathered, or bought in the supermarket, this exchange and balance creates the interconnectedness in the physical realm and allows the natural world to continue. To treat the act of cooking and eating as a chore is a denigration of the love from our Mother, plants and animals. Eating is one of the most basic acts of self-nourishment and honoring of one’s life. It is a necessary step toward self-love and wholeness.
When we nourish ourselves with gratitude according to deep wisdom of nature, we are returning this love and respect by honoring our ife as sacred and interconnected with al there is. By nourishing ourselves nature’s way we are given a map to live by that honors and unites life, death, light, dark equally. It gives us the tools to receive the gifts of both sides to grow and evolve.
~ Mary Lane, Divine Nourishment, A Woman’s Sacred Journey with Food
Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Don’t let me hear you say life’s taking you nowhere Angel Come get up, my baby Look at that sky, life’s begun Nights are warm and the days are young Come get up, my baby
There’s my baby, lost that’s all Once I’m begging you save her little soul Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up, my baby
Last night they loved you Opening doors and pulling some strings Angel Come get up, my baby In walked luck and you looked in time Never look back, walk tall, act fine Come get up, my baby
I’ll stick with you, baby, for a thousand years Nothing’s gonna touch you in these golden years Gold Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up, my baby
Some of these days, and it won’t be long Gonna drive back down where you once belonged In the back of a dream car twenty foot long Don’t cry, my sweet, don’t break my heart Doing all right, but you gotta get smart Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe, oh Lord I believe all the way Come get up, my baby Run for the shadows, run for the shadows Run for the shadows in these golden years
There’s my baby, lost that’s all Once I’m begging you save her little soul Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up, my baby
Don’t let me hear you say life’s taking you nowhere Angel Come get up, my baby Run for the shadows, run for the shadows Run for the shadows in these golden years
I’ll stick with you, baby, for a thousand years Nothing’s gonna touch you in these golden years Gold
Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop
There are people trying to sell you Trump as Christ in flesh.
If you don’t know your chakra systems makes you, humans, Christ in flesh, then you’ll continue worshipping someone outside yourselves.
Sorry, a body jumping fallen Angel is NOT Christ, he only wears the suit once he kicks out it’s owner. They’re called walk-ins.
Thieves and vultures aren’t gods.
It’s sad.
There are plenty of “people” w/o it, this chakra energy system, connection to the Higher Realms. (Clones). The majority of “human-like” bodies on planet now are NOT actual Divine Human.
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