Silent (R)evolution.

It’s after 2am on a Thursday morning and my mind is racing. My horoscopes tell me not to worry. The energy of the universe is ripe with conflict, confusion and discord, they say. After consulting the oracle, the message I recieved is to veer away from giving my power away by blaming others. I’m getting the feeling that it’s all about me being strong. Being focused on my own power. I hear you, Universe…but I need a little comfort food for my soul.

My birthday message was to Stay True And Be In Your Power. I have taken that to heart but what does it mean? I ask now because I have once again found myself at a crossroads. I am in need of healing. My immediate need is to discover how to heal.

There is a point in every persons life when she must widen her gaze and stop succumbing to patterns which no longer serve her. It was around this time last year that I had to exercise Faith and Spiritual Diligence. Why has this combination of issues reared its head again? Why am I facing problems I thought were solved in the  past?

I think that the problem isn’t in the why. I’m not even sure that there is a problem. I could just be dealing with the malaise of my generation but here’s what I’m doing about it.

I center myself spiritually. Admittedly I have had moments of self pity and tearful rantings against the injustices heaped upon me. Crying supplies some relief but change doesn’t begin with simple release. I pray. I meditate.

I accept that I am a spirit being experiencing life as a human and that being human comes with its challenges. I know myself more than ever so, why has it been so tough these past few days? The ups and downs have been so drastic, do I dare say it, time for a revolution.

A spiritual revolution, to be more exact. It’s time to rekindle the fire beneath my feet. I need results. I demand a change within. Apathy has gotten me nowhere. I challenge myself to use the tools available to me to strike at the heart of terror, even if those tools seem as small as a hammer in the face of a tank.

What are my weapons?

Self Love. Meditation. Showering myself with positive affirmations. Prayer. Moments of solitude. Paying attention to my emotions, aside from my reaction to others. My Definite Purpose. Self Motivation. These are my non-lethal weapons.

Now that I’ve written all of this down, I feel much more centered. Release is also an under used tool in my arsenal. The energy of this time is intense. Maybe it’s time to go back to my daily writing habit. I’ve missed it and writing is my favorite way to vent the angst build up within.

Let the Revolution begin!

But…after the fight, what then? When the fire cools, how do I prevent falling into the same traps? That’s when the revolution becomes evolution. It’s at that time I need to rebuild and recover. The battle is the easiest part. The preventing future battles is The Great Work. How do I do this?

Well, stepping out on Faith is the beginning. The same tools for the battle work. Maintaining a positive energy field around and within me is where I begin. More affirmations, more positivity and prayer is necessary to keep this field steady. More self work and self love.

I will grow and change. Become someone new and improved because survival of the fittest is real. Although I must fight, I must conquer my fears as well. It’s imperative that I become a Highly Evolved Spirit Being, for my own sake.

 

 

Now, Who Else Want Some?

It’s no secret that I am no fan of The GOP. They can’t even believe what a monster their party has unleashed upon the galaxy in the form of Donald “The Don” Trump. I am not here to address that hottest of hot messes. No. This time I just have a couple of bones to pick. I am here to roast the people who leave asinine comments on social media posts. I am here today to release the Kraken.

I live in one of the most notorious states in the USA. Florida…also known as Tennesee with a tan. It’s so racist here that an armed idiot: shot down a child walking home from the store, got away with doing it and then…sold the murder weapon online. That’s just one bold, bright, shining example of what I’m dealing with here.

Racism is so rank and rabid here that it fouls the air. Literally, the stench of abject poverty seems to waft from many of our lesser affluent areas. The LAST thing I want to read on Facebook is some jackass jumping on one of my posts, bitchin’ about Affirmative Action or President Obama or whatever, especially in the light of our countries latest Police Killing/Police Killed situation.  So, let me be clear (Yes. You should hear President Obama’s voice every time you read that phrase).

Stay in your lane…or at least on your own page. I don’t give a rat’s fat a$$ how you feel about Affirmative Action because I have yet to be given a job when a more highly qualified white man applied. All of that malarky is just empty rhetoric, spewed to rouse the closet racists. “Oh, woe is me. A black woman got MY job. The job I deserved. Even though she has two Ph.d’s and speaks 7 languages, that job was MINE.” Miss me with that bs, as the kids say.

I am obviously and PROUDLY an African American woman. See the picture? Please don’t expect me to co-sign any of that Blue Lives Matter/All Lives Matter/ All Labs Matter horse pucky. I LOVE my community. I know that the police are overworked, underpaid, stressed out and abused. The STATE is who they should picket for more pay, better benefits and better training…oh, and mental health support. We need them. On the other hand, many of them are out there in bad mental shape and out of control. They need help…but somebody’s gotta stop the killing. Who will it be?

YES. I am disappointed that Bernie endorsed Hillary. We all are because she’s an entitled, elitist, Monsanto loving devil. But, I don’t hate Hillary enough to hand over our country to that pig f**ker, The Don, either. I plan to vote against every single incumbent in Congress. We just need them out of there. Congress has been owned by Satan for too long. Kick ’em out because at this point, that’s the only place change will take hold.

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Ok…I feel better. Now it’s time to dedicate my energy to something more useful. Meditation. I’ve already taken some time to do it this morning but after all of this political talk, my soul could use another aromatherapy massage.

Oh! I deleted the Facebook app from my phone. Messenger, too.  It’s been so much more peaceful around the farm lately.

 

 

Social Networking?

     I know how  I view Facebook. To me, it should  be a meeting of the minds…a think tank. Although there are some traces of what could be interpreted as just that, it’s disappointing to know that the minds that are thinking this stuff in the tank are so…limited.

     Why do we call what most of us do on the internet Social Networking? I mean, we do network but should we really? Should cyber socializing replace the tangibility of feeling someone out? Is it better to have a hunch before learning too much of someone’s propaganda?

     So many times I’ve met people online whose ‘social network’ persona was the antithesis of what they were in Real Time. It disappointed me because I realized I’d forgotten that the digital world is just a game. It’s only a game of ‘let’s pretend’ inside a larger game of ‘this is reality as you know it’. So,I’ve observed that it’s time for me to come out of the rabbit hole and manifest some miracles in my reality, what ever that may be.

     Going off the grid can be quite exhilirating. Whenever I’ve set aside a day to just create and unplug from all of the drama in the digital world, I’ve had the most amazing experiences. Yesterday, I used a tarot deck for the first time. That was a lot for me. I am conquering my fear of the unknown. If I hadn’t pulled myself into the real world of ME, I wouldn’t have tapped into that other world of mystery. Very potent stuff for a recovering self derision specialist.

     So, I’ve decided to dedicate my Wednesdays to being digital distraction free. No internet radio, no computer time period. Just me, a pen and a pad…maybe some music on a small hand held, we’ll see. Definitely an escape from technology. My day to tune in to something higher than myself for answers.

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I want to take you to my hood, introduce you to my peeps.

I had fresh baked pita, straight out of the oven, for the first time today. So delicious! The halal market up the street from my house built a brick oven inside and ever since I’ve been in love.

I love that my hood is so international. There’s a place called The Oriental Bakery on one corner that sells delicious yummy cakes and treats. There’s a ton of Jamaican and Haitian restaurants. A little further up there’s a Trini spot that serves fresh roti…que lastima! I may have to detox again soon. lol.

I love that I can  have Cuban, Chinese, Moroccan, Thai, Vietnamese, Mexican, Puerto Rican and Japanese anytime of the week without driving across town. I love that today it was 97degrees when I went outside and there’s an Italian Ice stand that makes fresh stuff daily…just a hop, skip and a jump down the road. It’s urban nirvana…for foodies.

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I was in the quaqmire of emotion this morning.  Then I spotted an Abraham Hicks video that a friend posted on Facebook. I’d heard of Abraham Hicks but never read or heard anything for myself. Imagine my surprise when a woman’s voice began speaking to me.

The video talked about reality and our need to shift focus in order to attract what we want. It resonated with me. I am now a fan.

I retract my statements from earlier this morning. My focus is shifted and I am raising my vibration.

Stepping forward into my destiny. Seeing isn’t always believing. Thank You Abraham Hicks.