All of the happenings once before came onto me as if she was barely speaking the truth. I’ve come to accept many things that are but refuse to look at what IS in front of me.
Forget finding your true self, you are already you. Don’t bother with what you think others know best. YOU know best.
You are the only you there is so be you as you are being already. Nothing else will bring you forward, and take me as you are. A beast of knowledge, a beast of God.
You want the truth, well god is the truth. God is the universe. God is you, and God is not you.
And when action overtakes being, don’t forget to say no to yourself a little.
over-doing leads to over-sinking.
Don’t worry, your life is not over yet.
You first have to forget who you is and learn how to rebirth your passion, your regrets, into something you will never forget. An ever-glowing, ever flowing experience of love, passion, hate, and greed. But the negatives are always most important and take you forward to dive into the lines of age which mark themselves preciously on your face after a good stress rub.
The purpose of stress is to warn you to look at everything around you. Once that is identified you can close your eyes and see the results kept inside.
The mind the body and the soul.
Made of gold you are facing reality at every second. It sounds fancy but really no problem there, i can’t even begin to question what has happened to your mother when she doesn’t want you to do things a certain way and you, do you know what to do? Do that which feels best for you.
Mom says mom says. Well, not anymore.
French culture and their children. Causes problem because guilty is good and being ok is bad.
Anger towards mom, anger towards mom.
Mom, it’s not your fault dad died I promise.
Now, this transferred energy imprints on my low back in the form of emotions.
A crying, yelling, screaming, asthmatic baby.
Asthma is an emotional disease.
Asthma is an emotional disease.
What triggered my asthma was an infection that was not looked at properly and I was foaming at the mouth.
A friend of my mother’s mentioned that I didn’t look too good and I was brought to the hospital.
I was prescribed something then proceeded to be accidentally fed an overdose of this prescribed medicine.
This shot my brain into overdrive and who knows what I felt. I was too young to remember. However, let me tell ya, I couldn’t hesitate but to appreciate that at least she tried. I held on to this event for years until my dear pacha-mama came to the rescue with her godly healing botanicals.
In the process of cranial sacral therapy, these old things come up and pop their heads out for a look outside… “are we safe here?” or “hey! pick me! I wanna get out of this body! I’m ready!” So on this table, the asthma comes back, the wheezing, the releases, the haaaaaaah, releasing out through the tear ducts… oh yes, they are shy ones. They don’t stay for the party too long. Just say their hellos and sneak out before anyone has the time to notice.
Zoning back into the moment. What do I feel?
I feel an opening cloud over my head, with rays gleaming in to shine through my pores and my being.
I remember now that I am a being of light!
Raspberry leaf tea: "Thought to tone the muscles of your uterus (womb), to help it to work better during labour. The idea is not so much to speed up your labour, but to help it to progress at a nice, steady pace.” -google
Yes indeed. My cycle is late… but that must be due to the transition into this new moon in the presence of a more relatable feminine living community. The power of women brought in union creates an environment full of creativity, expression, and projection into introspection. And never forget to mention the time when you must leave to go see a man (or woman, woo-man) to understand the other side of the self which completes the mind. The right the right the right.
Why do you look to your right?
To see what I’ve escaped, of course. What is going on in that colorful carpet of yours eh?
Not being able to explain myself on a regular basis due to lack of permission of myself.
Hi me, I am me. It’s great.
I can compare myself to me to see how I am not obliged to the desires of other people. I make decisions for myself.
Now how do I decide the reason for the pain in my back.
Clouding in over my head are the thoughts that lead me here today.
I love the sticky texture of rice.
Programmed to be worries about something.
Linked to which chakra? The Solar Plexus.
And problems in the sacrum…. The sacral chakra: ”Influenced by how emotions were expressed or reserved in the family during childhood. Proper balance in this chakra means the ability to flow with emotions freely and to feel and reach out to other sexually or not. If this chakra is blocked a person may feel emotionally explosive, manipulative, obsessed with thoughts of sex or may lack energy.” -from suprapowers.com
I’ve escaped my thoughts again into the land of the internet.
Couldn’t forget “Who I Was” for a second!
Be my guest and forget what you took last night and start all over again the next day.
For best results, forget who you are.
Become what you already have been your entire life: a human.
A whatever you choose to do with your being
Speak, or don’t speak, whatever you want.
But here, presented with too many choices you tend to become overwhelmed and indecisive with this world of places and opportunities. What will you do with it all!
Pick an easy way or a hard way, no one is here to judge, and dying will always be an option… so keep it open but always explore the other possibilities before pushing the big red button.
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