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
The more emotion you wrap a thought in, the more potency it has, the more powerful it becomes.
This is good when sending prayer to someone, it can bring healing. Especially when one petitions Creator or the angels to watch over someone.
This same technique is used intentionally by people. Some for good, for healing, others use it for chaos and destruction.
Unfortunately, most people have racing thoughts, out of control. And their emotional body is all jacked out of shape because they never learned how to breathe through adversity. So they’re out there throwing toxic thoughts wrapped up in chaotic energy, Willy-nilly, without even a consideration of their creations, the energetic mutations.
Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died. Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned. Two lost their sons in the revolutionary army, another had two sons captured. Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the revolutionary war. They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.
What kind of men were they? Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners, men of means, well educated. But they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured. Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.
Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward. Vandals or soldiers or both, looted the properties of Ellery, Clymer, Hall, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.
At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. The owner quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.
Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.
John Hart was driven from his wife’s bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished. A few weeks later he died from exhaustion and a broken heart. Norris and Livingston suffered similar fates.
Such were the stories and sacrifices of the American Revolution. These were not wild eyed, rabble-rousing ruffians. They were soft-spoken men of means and education. They had security, but they valued liberty more. Standing tall, straight, and unwavering, they pledged: ‘For the support of this declaration, with firm reliance on the protection of the divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other, our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor.’
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.