It’s tough out there right now.
Symbiotic relationship failed. Apparently respect and honor is required for that … across the board.
Some are just too addicted to being dominator/destroyer.
Power … it’s what many want, but few are willing to actually “earn”.
Thieves, wearing the clothing of Stars.
Our challengers give to us quite acceptionally.
What do we do with this opportunity?
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.
Work through your pain.
Heal.
Claim your inheritance.
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Golden years, gold whop whop whop
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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
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Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: David Bowie
Golden Years lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc
I was once warned by a friendly witch to be careful about who I invited into my home. She warned that some may try to plant something in the house, with their energy.
I thought just now of my historical shopping adventures at garage sales and estate sales.
While the energy of my home stays pretty balanced and stable, I have bought a necklace from an estate sale that I couldn’t even wear. The energy was so dark, previous owner was pissed I had it.
If you are like I was the majority of my life and thrift shopping second hand items, be certain to wash it properly. Not just washing it, but cleansing and purifying the energy of it.
And in some cases, just leave it be, or you’ll be harassed by a mad spirit.
While some people may purposefully “plant” an item to gain energetic access to a space (astral travel during meditation), some folks used items are imbued with their energy. Not all persons have good clean energy.
Be cautious.
It affects the environment.
It affects your energetic fields.
It may even affect your mental clarity and peace.
“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.”
~ Lisa Citore
https://lisacitore.com/poetry/if-you-want-to-change-the-world-love-a-woman-2008/
Art: Red K. Elders, “Aphrodite” 22KT ROSE GOLD
Red K Elders Art
Beaten but not defeated.
Wounded but not broken.
From victim to victor.
No hiding in the shadows.
No running, from anything.
The story isn’t over.
A new life is just beginning.
Afraid but courageous
Observing and not judging.
Daring to see & speak truth.
Honoring the light within you.
Eye to eye with my soul.
I am never walking alone.
Face it all, there’s no shame.
We live & we learn to appreciate everything.
We rise & fall, and rise again.
No lesson is in vain.
No win or lose.
It’s about courage to face the pain.
It’s never over.
Breathe.
Rise up.
And begin again.
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.
Artist: Christoffer Wilhelm Eckersberg
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