The accident’s impact reactivated all of the mind-body’s received negative messaging and insecurities about it being safe in any way, shape, or form to express myself.
I feel like a twitching-nerve ensemble!
The accident’s impact reactivated all of the mind-body’s received negative messaging and insecurities about it being safe in any way, shape, or form to express myself.
I feel like a twitching-nerve ensemble!
Hey, I can’t help it if the man has been and is continuing to produce high congruency music and lyrics that supremely fit how I’ve been feeling and thematics I’m presenting!
I gather my musical accompaniment selections where great quality beckons!
I don’t “do” drugs or alcohol.
I regret tossing the shoes with the hole – oh, how I regret it!
They fit me so well and kept me balanced with smooth transitioning stability poised directly under me.
Keds, sweet Keds…
Gone – all gone!
The replacement shoe pair that I found are hard-sole-lifted under feet, making it painful for weight-bearing philanges to shift over as if clamboring and causing deep stress to torn attachments around hips from stalted movement ambulating.
And the other pair of shoes that are softer but sunk down and too long that I hadn’t worn since before the accident wrenched my leg struts and surprisingly shifted balance off, causing sense of as if I’m about to blackout and hindbrain dizziness!
Countering effects of indoctrinated brainwashing by repeating visually externally the truth of self which has become difficult to see and reestablish internally.
I finally got the fireplace restarted!
“I have been paying for trauma put onto men from other people since the day I was born!”
We are taught to be as puppets and to let others pull our strings, dictate how our strings shall be pulled, and to dance to these janky rhythms with distort our truths and leave us discarded on a shelf when “masters” are done “playing.”
Well, if we are not loved for doing these things we were told that we would be loved for, maybe we should all just cut our strings.
(Title reference to the story of “Pinocchio”)
Having turned to face the danger and ward it off with her sword arm, the car’s impact compressed her right chest into her left side, causing her heart to swell under the extra pressure and need to be protected by her injured shield arm – much like the state in which unfair relationships with men kept leaving her.
“If humans were created ‘in God”s image,’ then doesn’t it stand to reason that natural and healthy patterns of raising our own offspring reflect what he designed for us to mature into as adults by being our ‘parent?'”
“If ‘God’ ‘Is’ a Good ‘parent,’ do you really think that ‘He’ wants us to stay dependent upon ‘Him?’
Separating core truths from once necessary prior encasements is like threshing mature wheat stalks to claim vital seeds that we must plant in their purity to best nourish our future generations.
“A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.”
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2013%3A34-35&version=NIV
“I do not know for sure about ‘God’s’ existence.
But I do know that Love exists as pure Good intension’s essence.
And when humans embody love and share it’s nourishment, people heal and flourish – and the whole world can heal and flourish by Love’s beneficience, creating ‘Paradise on Earth’ as ‘God’ has ‘promised.’
In this way, it can be seen that ‘God’s Will’ can ‘work through us’ by our ‘Right’ actions in truely loving one another.
Now, I do not feel comfortable at all with the thought of allowing some ‘entity’ to come and go inside my body at any time just ‘willy-nilly’ as religion preaches that people should open up to allow ‘God’ to do.
Feels a bit too much like allowing some kind of ‘possession!’
But Love, itself…ah, Love…
This is something that will always have a home inside of my mind, soul, and body.
And perhaps, this is the real take home message for humans.
Let Love live inside of us and grow between us.
This, in essence, is true Goodness.”
Where is it Good
That I have been
Cast out of Heaven
To dwell in darkness
Forced to boost my children to
Catch only glimpses of the sun
Holding by weakening arms
Struggling to remain strong
When I once had wings and
Could have raised them high
Giving them the whole world
Without stunted compromise
And how they feared to own truth
When learned wings could burn
How they fought my good reasoning
When witnessed unjust punishment –
Thinking perhaps it was best to accept
Living in darkness as payment’s safety
How we each fought our demons
Cornering us to mistrust our love
How we struggled to uncover our truth
Buried in wreckage, cleansed by tears
Until at last they grew strong enough to
Turn inward and embrace the true self
Pushing me aside, soft to abruptly
As every child must do, eventually
And realized their own wings
Had not burned from the fall
When he and his partner had children, it was an opportunity to ensure correction of how they had been poorly raised by their own parents.
They could now rewrite the script and grow their own children in love by cooperatively working as a team together for the greater good of their family.
But he got spooked at being in this arrangement because his childhood had been filled with destructive behaviors and actions against him by a dominating and controlling single mother.
So he kept looking for any flaw within his partner, picking on her “playfully” as he cut down her confidence and subverted her efforts and careful plans aimed at creating their advancing stability.
He tormented her positivity and innovative reasoning until, after too many years, she at last broke down into nerves and lashed out at him, “justifying” his inherent mistrust.
He took a good, solid woman and turned her into “a monster” because of his own fears – then cast her off to single parent in poverty.
When a guy does not care for her and keeps her on hold for his own selfish reasons.
Sometimes, a girl has just gotta quit a guy as if he is one.
He was off playing the field while she was fighting for Maslow’s.
The end, and the beginning.
“The heart of the matter.”
“As some animals have developed heart failure, liver cancer, and now possibly mouth cancer, I must at least say to myself that these are indicators that I succeeded at providing quality longevity of life for them – although it does not make sense to me that achievement means death by old age diseases, because it would feel more right if youthful health were further prolonged.”
Unfortunately, Faith requires belief when it is difficult to see or feel tangibles.
There is no real reassurance except shifting one’s self into pushing aside lockdown fear while doing whatever one can to get to show up for those miracles.
Even if that means only being able to do one thing per day.
Because once one gets the momentum going to do that one thing, just in passing one might be able to accomplish a few more other vital things.
And before one knows it, many hurtles have been overcome which seemed impossible or, at least, improbable.
The road isn’t easy, though.
It was amazing how one day, things could be so blue – and the next, everything shifts for the better.
It is great to have good roommates.
In mathematics, a harshad number (or Niven number) in a given number base is an integer that is divisible by the sum of its digits when written in that base.
Wikipedia
(Laryy Niven, again?)
Happy New Year!
When the voices came, they took on apparitions of the people she knew to be flawed in their souls, easily bought and sold.
The pressures they assaulted her senses with were unbearable and invective, and she did not know if she was gifted – or just poisoned from the oracle’s fumes.
Hell NO! She did NOT want any young and wasteful, destructively ignorant and selfish males-in-rut sniffing around her territory!
Curled up to keep warm while shivering within the shelter of a great tree’s roots, she assessed her life’s efforts and, though proud for what she had provided, allowed herself to cry for the losses incurred to her self.
Being muscle-torn injured and weakened, she gave thanks that her pups were now grown and free-ranging, for she could only at best now fend for and defend herself.
When the dirt crumbles
Out from under one’s feet
Solid ground reveals itself to be
Only transitional and temporary
As one grasps for hand holds
Demanding reliance upon self
Clinging to roots in the darkness of
Trees reaching for the sky’s wealth
One from many.
Within every confining difficulty, wiggle around to make more space and gain better traction.
The question must not be examined too closely regarding if a person deserves chances to succeed when they are vulnerable and in need.
It must be a repeatedly miindful exercise to keep enduring through stalting hardships.
Observing the others while perched upon a cliff’s ledge at distance, she mused over the riddle of recovering one’s true-born, innate sense of identity and flourishing.