I’m not here to be the floor that you walk on I’m not here to just do whatever you say Watch out I’m flying in like a black swan I’m gonna show that I’m more than just a pretty face
I’m not here to just walk along the old path I’m not here to be a number in your race You might think you have control but it’s all mine You don’t know it but you’re standing on the fault line
And I’m an earthquake I’m here to shake things up I’m gonna shake things up I’m gonna shake things up Things up Things up I’m an earthquake
You be the melody and I’ll be the bass line I’m not here to be a fiddle that you play You can party with your wine and your moonshine I’m gonna shake it up and open up the champagne
I’m an earthquake I’m here to shake things up I’m gonna shake things up I’m gonna shake things up Things up Things up I’m an earthquake
I’m swimming against the stream You can feel the boat rocking but it’s not what it seems You might think I’m a tidal wave But I’m the earthquake
I’m an earthquake I’m here to shake things up I’m gonna shake things up I’m gonna shake things up Things up Things up I’m an earthquake I’m here to shake things up I’m gonna shake things up I’m gonna shake things up Things up Things up I’m an earthquake
“If you want to change the world . . . love a woman — really love her. Find the one who calls to your soul, who doesn’t make sense. Throw away your check list and put your ear to her heart and listen. Hear the names, the prayers, the songs of every living thing — every winged one, every furry and scaled one, every underground and underwater one, every green and flowering one, every not yet born and dying one . . . Hear their melancholy praises back to the One who gave them life. If you haven’t heard your own name yet, you haven’t listened long enough. If your eyes aren’t filled with tears, if you aren’t bowing at her feet, you haven’t ever grieved having almost lost her.
If you want to change the world . . . love a woman — one woman beyond yourself, beyond desire and reason, beyond your male preferences for youth, beauty and variety and all your superficial concepts of freedom. We have given ourselves so many choices we have forgotten that true liberation comes from standing in the middle of the soul’s fire and burning through our resistance to Love. There is only one Goddess. Look into Her eyes and see — really see if she is the one to bring the axe to your head. If not, walk away. Right now. Don’t waste time “trying.” Know that your decision has nothing to do with her because ultimately it’s not with who, but when we choose to surrender.
If you want to change the world . . . love a woman. Love her for life — beyond your fear of death, beyond your fear of being manipulated by the Mother inside your head. Don’t tell her you’re willing to die for her. Say you’re willing to LIVE with her, plant trees with her and watch them grow. Be her hero by telling her how beautiful she is in her vulnerable majesty, by helping her to remember every day that she IS Goddess through your adoration and devotion.
If you want to change the world . . . love a woman in all her faces, through all her seasons and she will heal you of your schizophrenia — your double-mindedness and half-heartedness which keeps your Spirit and body separate — which keeps you alone and always looking outside your Self for something to make your life worth living. There will always be another woman. Soon the new shiny one will become the old dull one and you’ll grow restless again, trading in women like cars, trading in the Goddess for the latest object of your desire. Man doesn’t need any more choices. What man needs is Woman, the Way of the Feminine, of Patience and Compassion, non-seeking, non-doing, of breathing in one place and sinking deep intertwining roots strong enough to hold the Earth together while she shakes off the cement and steel from her skin.
If you want to change the world . . . love a woman, just one woman. Love and protect her as if she is the last holy vessel. Love her through her fear of abandonment which she has been holding for all of humanity. No, the wound is not hers to heal alone. No, she is not weak in her codependence.
If you want to change the world . . . love a woman all the way through until she believes you, until her instincts, her visions, her voice, her art, her passion, her wildness have returned to her — until she is a force of love more powerful than all the political media demons who seek to devalue and destroy her.
If you want to change the world, lay down your causes, your guns and protest signs. Lay down your inner war, your righteous anger and love a woman . . . beyond all of your striving for greatness, beyond your tenacious quest for enlightenment. The holy grail stands before you if you would only take her in your arms and let go of searching for something beyond this intimacy.
What if peace is a dream which can only be re-membered through the heart of Woman? What if a man’s love for Woman, the Way of the Feminine is the key to opening Her heart?
If you want to change the world . . . love a woman to the depths of your shadow, to the highest reaches of your Being, back to the Garden where you first met her, to the gateway of the rainbow realm where you walk through together as Light as One, to the point of no return, to the ends and the beginning of a new Earth.”
I noted yesterday that the radio stations are playing the same regurgitated crap they’ve been playing for decades. Why? There are SO many, better, sounds … from folks who “haven’t” sold their soul.
When I moved in I was not able to get to the apples right away. Many fell and were cooked by the sun. Today, I collected them.
I gathered 2 bags of good apples, some bruises, some worm holes, but all in all good, ripe apples. I also gathered 8 bags of rotten apples.
I was thanking God for the abundance. I was marveling at how all I need do is collect and prep for storage, for future use. How great The Most High God is! And to think I’ve just been blessed with this abundance, right in my own yard.
I began thinking about the Garden of Eden. I consider “the garden” to be this planet, Earth. I’ve been pondering the forest, a desire building in me about FOOD Forests … abundance for all living creatures. I wondered … what if humans are the “apple” of Creator’s Eye? What if, in the beginning, many races and species inhabited this planet (still do BTW). What if Creator told all here that they were permitted to eat of everything except the apple … the apple of his eye … humans. If they did, they would be evicted from the garden.
Well … they did. They’ve been growing, harvesting as food (meat and energy) humans, and many others who were here to love and live.
I was thinking about the separation, as I just did, with the ‘good’ apples and the ‘rotten’ apples. Have some humans turned on their brethren for money and material items? Of course they did. They were warned.
Do they think they will be able to overcome the Most High? Do they believe they will evict Creator from His Realm? Yes, they do. There are those who have inverted the codes and believe they can overcome the original.
Anyway … the apples to me, are an analogy of what is currently happening. I don’t have to see it to know it’s happening. I see what the challengers are doing, and I know full well they are running scared, hoping against all hope that what they were told, what they sold their soul for, is the truth … I have a feeling they know otherwise by now.
God’s picking up apples.
I have a lot of bruises. I have suffered being host for, and food for, parasites. They’ve eaten the soft tissues of my joints, bored holes into my muscular structure.
As I have saved the bruised ones with worm holes, tossing aside the rotten ones, I believe God is doing that right now too. This is why it came to me as I was picking up apples. He may even have been doing His work in tandem with me. Oh how I absolutely LOVE that thought!!
The Harvest is upon us.
The Most High God, He who has been given All Authority has decreed it … “They will get what they deserve.”
And I’m not even going to wonder about what that is … it is clear what they’ve been applying their effort and energy in … creating misery for others, stealing their wealth, abundance, God ordained destinies …
When you put all your effort in creating something that hurts so badly … I’m ‘guessing’ the Universe has ordained them the karma of experiencing their creation.
I’m gathering the good apples. I will carve off the bad portions. They will contribute just as much goodness to the collective (collection) of apples that will be present to enrich the coming months, and years.
To the King, The Most High, He with All Authority I offer my praise and gratitude.
Thank you for the intimate knowing. The lessons in all their forms. Thank you for forging me in the fires. I look forward to the pendulum swing in this experience, a slow exhilarating inhale of blessings to bring balance to what was.
A return to Paradise.
Home.
Update:
A man rang my doorbell. He asked if he could take the 9 bags of fruit I wasn’t able to salvage. I told him it was rotten. He said he wasn’t going to eat it … compost? Feed it to livestock? I was just so thrilled that even the bad fruit was going to be used I said Yes! Yes! Please take it!!
😊 Being single is a whole nuther life style. Folks who have mates and children can’t really relate … or maybe it’s just me who can’t really relate to folks who have family and children. We are different.
Do any of you remember before kids? When other friends had them, and all of a sudden you didn’t hang out any more? Priorities shift.
My priority is my dog. Others, is their children. My dog is my child. Many cannot understand this, and judge it from their perspective … it’s just a dog… if others don’t like it you should leave it home… you’re having a love affair with your dogs… they don’t value the canine as I do.
Our lives are different
That’s not a bad thing, but it does require the necessity to view things from a different perspective.
“They told you about the contractions but did they tell you about the expansion? Did they tell you how your body would open to make way for the whole universe to pass through? Did they tell you how your heart would explode with a love bigger than anything you’ve ever known as you pulled your baby to your chest.
They told you about the ring of fire but did they tell you about the crown of stars? Did they mention that there is a moment when your baby enters the world and you leave your body and touch the heavens and become the light of a million galaxies? Did they tell you how the pain of stretching to receive your child would be more exquisite than any sensation you’ve felt?
They told you you would scream but did they tell you about how you would roar? Did they tell you about the power that would rise up from your belly as you called your baby forth with your mighty voice? Did they tell you how you would embody the wild woman within you and breathe fire with your song?
They told you you would bleed but did they tell you how that sacred blood wouldn’t scare you? How you would feel grateful for that magical liquid of life as it trickled down your leg? How you would honor its flow and how it would help you heal a lifetime of hating your body’s bleeding cycles?
They told you these stories and taught you to fear birth, to fear your power, to fear yourself. But you’re stronger and wiser than that mama. You know that birth is your divine dance, your soul’s song, your moment with God, and you walk fearlessly into her open arms.”
~ Catie Atkinson @spiritysoul on Instagram
NOTE: Not all pregnancies and births are the same. Some are fraught with complications and heartache. Our hearts go out to these with compassion, support, and love.
Every morning I have a blind date with my body. And as I do, a million questions run through my head.
Who is this person sitting across from me in the mirror? Am I my own soulmate? Are the dreams in my heart and my thoughts in my head perfect strangers?
How can I open my heart to this imperfect human who is staring back at me? How can I learn to love their wrinkles? How can I build a future with this person?
And every morning during my blind date with my own image I remember the secret to any great relationship … Is to let them see you as you really are.
So, how do I see myself? As a piece of cosmic art or as half-shattered bowl? Maybe it’s both things at the same time.
My love, In order to feel at home in your skin you must learn to be yourself, with yourself. And to see the beauty in yourself when you look at yourself.
All first dates are awkward, so be patient with yourself as you get to know the person in the mirror.
Don’t let them slip through your fingers because … they are the love of your life.
In ancient Egyptian times, women were seen and honored as higher and holier than a man.
The woman is the mother of all, giving life and teaching.
The ancients believed that when a man achieves a great deal of knowledge, spirituality and power, he would be allowed to wear a long hair wig to symbolize that he had reached a certain level equal to a woman.
As the two come together she holds her man, giving him strength and protection.
There is a saying that continues to float today: “Behind every successful man there is a strong woman.” ❤️❤️
A friend died, and I want to be helpful to his wife, but I’m not sure what to do. I told her that if she needed anything to let me know. Of course, she thanked me, but it’s been a few days now and she hasn’t asked for anything. I don’t think she will. I feel so helpless. What should I do?
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Hey there, [Redacted]. Thanks for writing. I’m really glad your friend has you in her life.
I get it. Grief is a funny thing. It’s the time in our life when we most need help, and also the time when asking for help is so hard. Not because we are ashamed to ask for help, although that happens sometimes too. But mostly because our brain just sort of shuts down.
When my Dad died, I looked functional. But I wasn’t OK. Not at all. And when the news got out, the ton of people flooding me with calls, texts, and DM’s was overwhelming. I really couldn’t function. I sat on the swing in our yard and just stared into space. People called and asked what they could do to help. I had no idea.
“Well, anything you need at all, let me know, OK?”
“OK”.
They hung up. I stared into space some more.
I had no idea what to do. What I needed. I didn’t even know what to ask for.
Then a friend sent a text. This friend had met Dad once but didn’t really know him. But still, she knew I was hurting. I saw who it was and almost put the phone down without reading the text, but I saw the message and it stopped me:
Will you be home at 8:30 tonight?
What’s weird is this friend lives 12 hours away from me.
Yes, I replied.
“K.”
10 minutes later, she said, “Instacart will be there at 8:30. Open the door for them.”
“What?”
“Grief Groceries.”
When Instacart showed up, they put two large bags of groceries on my porch. Frozen pizzas. Ice cream. Oreo cookies. Tinned soup. Stouffer’s lasagna. A gallon of milk. Like that. Things I could heat up if I needed a meal, or pig out on if I needed fat and sugar. Sometimes, you just need to eat half a box of Oreos.
Notice she didn’t ask if I needed any food. I would have said no. She just asked if I would be home.
Grief groceries.
Another friend, who lives out of town, asked Renee to name a restaurant near our house where we like to eat. There is a local chain near our house that is sort of a deli. When we eat supper there, we spend about $25. Renee told her the name of the place.
An hour later, there was a gift card in my inbox for $250. Yes, that is a lot of money, and I understand not everyone can do that. But the wonderful thing was that because it was enough for multiple meals, we didn’t try to save it for “the right time”. We ate there that night, and take out from there several times a week for the next month on nights when I just didn’t have the spoons to cook.
Both of those gift-givers knew something I didn’t know – that when you are grieving, you don’t want to make decisions. No, that’s not quite it: You can’t make decisions. You hit decision fatigue really fast.
So, I guess what I’m saying is, don’t ask grieving people to make big choices or decisions. “How can I help” is a big choice. But “Can I take the kids this afternoon so you can have some time to yourself” is a much smaller one. “Will you be home tonight?” is a small choice. “What restaurant do you like” is a small decision. Just showing up to cut their grass because you noticed it needed cutting is loads better than asking, “Do you want me to cut the grass?” Or, “I’m going to Target. What can I get you while I’m there?” is better than “Can I run any errands for you?”
It won’t always be like this. If you stick around, eventually they will surface and ways to be helpful will make themselves known. But in the first few days, especially, it helps to remove as many decisions from their plate as possible.
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