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40 feels like home

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Livin’ that embodied life and it suits me.  Keeping the Divine flame kindled Catching myself taking life too seriously  and then remembering to Play Dance  Sing Create  Remember Life is a gift No day is promised  I can’t emphasize enough  how  Juicy Raw and  Lit up I feel.  Onward I go into my 40’s Skin loosening  Soul crackeling Heart wide Open. 

I don’t know

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“ Have the courage to transcend the comfort zone of others approval. Your process of transformation from the unreal to the real will confuse others, annoy them and even piss some off. Do what is necessary to liberate your consciousness. Even if it means losing people.” Maryam Hasnaa I spend my days in prayer and ritual. The ritual of meal preparation and school lessons. Lego towers and trampoline bounces. Reading out loud and singing lullabies. These can also be prayers. For real. I am intentionally making my life more sacred by acknowledging the sacred in all things. I want to connect with people who are in integrity, walking their talk, dreaming the new world and breathing her into existence through heart centered right action. Today I found myself performing. For a mom at the park whom I knew from my son’s school. Saying the things I thought she wanted to hear. Letting my ego take the wheel with no space for true communion. It’s what we do isn’t it? It’s how we are programmed, i...

Breaking the spell

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“Some poor, phoneless fool is probably sitting next to a waterfall somewhere totally unaware of how angry and scared he’s supposed to be.” Duncan Trussell   What would happen if you just stopped listening to the news?  Stopped watching it?  Just stopped.  Would the world stop?  Or would it transform?  “It’s irresponsible. It’s bypassing. It won’t go away if you just bury your head in the sand.” What if you did it anyway? Just for a week. Seven days without your nervous system being hijacked and your cortisol levels running amok. Of not having an outside source manipulate how you feel.  Seven days of sovereignty. Seven days of consciously creating your reality. Seven days of activating and illuminating what you WANT to happen. What FEELS good.  Seven days of saying the mantra “Everything is working out best case scenario” and BELIEVING it. Just for fun. Why-not? No better time than now.  I mean, what would happen? I’m about to find out....

Beautiful reminders during times of tumult

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“  The mainstream media is the matrix’s vision board. Discernment is the name of the game. Are you spending as much time chillin with God and your own imagination & creations as you are watching the scripted trauma drama on the screen? This kind of vibrational sovereignty is not spiritual bypassing. It’s about actually being present enough to see what’s happening, feel our feelings, and respond appropriately rather than playing out a collectively conditioned trauma response.” Aaron Rose Letter to a Young Activist During Troubled Times by Clarissa Pinkola Estes Do not lose heart. We were made for these times. I have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world right now. It is true, one has to have strong  cojones  and  ovarios  to withstand much of what passes for “good” in our culture today. Abject disregard of what the soul finds most precious and irreplaceable and the corru...

Human

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We live in illusion, the appearance of things, but there is a reality and we are that reality. When you understand this, you see that you are nothing, and being nothing, you are everything. —- Kalu Rinpoche “I can’t believe I’m me.” Those words left my seven year old mouth as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror of my elementary school bathroom. Between the ages of around 6 and 8 years old I had frequent experiences of feeling an almost psychedelic awareness of my being. I was cognizant, hyper attuned and in awe of being a limitless soul experiencing the limitations of identity and form. I obviously didn’t have that nuanced perspective or the ability to articulate my experience at that age, it was just an almost disembodied feeling of amazement and wonder where I would always repeat the words “I can’t believe I’m me.” as the world around me disappeared from my vision and I existed, momentarily, in my own hyper-dimensional sphere of awareness. The density of the this realm soon encomp...