“Taking the pill erases your memories, dulls tbe pain, and lets you ‘start over again.’ Without it, have fun swimming in your broken paradigms.”
I have not regretted taking the alternative path away from medications – only that I have not met many others as determined, so the “still aware” seem a minority.
Zoom in…
They wanted to assert themselves while folding into what others made of them.
She realized that there was no sanctuary in being a puppet for narcisism’s training.
I have been designing a schedule that will accomodate work traveling. My goal is to collaborate with people who have altruistic tendencies and that have the power to help me propagate my therapy’s benefits.
I stick with something that is worth investment – even if it doesn’t pay out monetarily.
She was not sure she’d make it:
Lately she felt like she was dying.
There are only so many times that
A life can go through same traumas.
It felt like she couldn’t keep up the fight:
She was too bone weary from struggling.
The numbers kept advising her to pray,
But she didn’t really understand how to –
And every poser presenting truth’s ritual
Had been found flawed in their character.
Knowing she was edging up close again to the abyss and remembering how hard it was the last times, she could not look away and could feel the pull of its gravity – but began fighting hypnosis to recognize that this time was not the same as then.
She began to suspect she had a penchant for desiring that which was.
(Fun with multiple meanings…)
To walk a unique path means that you do not match others nor fit predefinitions.
It can mean you are at risk for not belonging and may even experience repeated homelessness.
It can also bring great rewards because you might be a groundbreaking innovator.
It’s just a matter of time before the pendulum swings your way after long and arduous journeys.
I am ready and waiting for such positive yield that’s been debating.
I prize collaborations where I have space to contribute my way.
The cats must go there.
The plants must go there.
Our stuff must go there.
We and the dogs go there.
Floating like rif-taf on the sea.
I take risks in writing here, unsure what other people will think of me.
Doing so provides a sense of comfort in that I am chronicling my growth and striving so that I can see and acknowledge my efforts – yet, it also adds a unique level of anxiety which I must make sure balances to gain by benefits.
I also write here because I never want to again experience a lifetime invested relationship that just gets corrupted and crumbles into nothing.
Entropy was allowed to win over truth and light’s decree: to avoid this, my partner must better know me.
Being on campus for receiving physical therapy, it strikes me how close I am to such parallel realities which could see me back in school again, further pursuing dreams.
But, to cross over into these scenes requires that the rewards must be greater than the efforts – as I just cannot afford to misplace my time and energy to any growth that is less than worthy.
There is an ageist belief that at 50 the body just begins breaking down, heading toward decay.
But, I do not think this is what is going on with me: it’s more like battle-weary muscle torsions and chemicals still carried in the system are weighing on me.
If I can figure out how to get a clear path of integral internal smooth functioning again, I believe the rest of a needed purge will just follow.
It takes an understanding of what brought me to this condition, and a willingness to let go of it – to the point of adapting my internal matrices.
Some people have “their ducks in a row,” yet I find that I am still finding my way.
I was sharing with a fellow professional how it feels like my life is one of disparity, where I give good to others externally but am sloshing about through the bad, personally.
She told me that she has been hearing this as a common theme recently from many others who give so much to society.
She blamed it on “late stage Capitalism,” but worldwide there is much of this same tyranny where healthcare providers cannot afford nor obtain housing stability.
Her imagination was readily sparked by the light within others, and when she recognized a kindred heart, it was difficult for her emotions to not start questing.
Maybe this time around, she should just focus on building friendships and do her best to avoid that internal dialogue.
It would be a new experience to have many.
She must not let herself settle for a man still entrapped in the baser needs: she needed one to compliment her passion for life’s complex synergies.
What we see as tasks to accomplish end up being greater elements toward an imagined future becoming manifest reality. I would just like the processes themselves to be more interesting – rather than the usual grind of billing and physical labor.
What she wanted and aimed for kept getting diverted by circumstancial currents redirecting her focus toward tasks in other directions which gave illusory promise of better stability – but in the interim served as continual disruption propelling her through realms into the unknown.
Having reached for, held onto, nourished, and tended love – only to have it slip through her fingers like grains of sand again and again: she no longer knew how best to pursue it.
I have seen many amazing souls burn fiercly bright – then burn out and fade away.
I guess it is up to me to carry on their legacy by claiming my own passions and cultivating this slow growing light that will eventually illuminate forever.
I know what it feels like to have loved and invested, and then to see that love given to another who wasn’t part of the process.
I guess love does not discriminate, but causes our actions to pay it forward. Yet, if we each commit to it, perhaps we will receive our custom-tailored rewards.
I have no interest in being dragged back into the past – assaulted, bruised, and deeply cut while spiritually bleeding.
The little that I have read on this process is that subcutaneous fat cells are killed and then they flush out through the lymphatic system.
Hmm.
What I find interesting is the idea of perhaps losing some unresponsiv-to-exercise fat cells with the idea being that toxins, hormones, cortisol, and other chemicals can often get stored in the cells.
It has been documented that sometimes when people begin losing weight, such molecules may release back into the system – which further inhibits weight loss and healing
Therefore, what if this process helps a person to not only lose physical “weight” but psycological weight because those chemicals that affect both get flushed, as well?
But, if “melted,” would this adequately nullify such chemicals, or would the process suddenly dump too much and shock the system?
If this process served to cause no harm, coukd it be a way to bypass the body’s normal resistance to breaking free from an unhelpful mode within current “homeostasis?”
Muscles do not lose their ability to “bounce back” to some degree unless their has been actual tearing or distruptive trauma, for example.
Most of the time, decreese in movement capability and chronic tension is from the muscle bundle fibers getting stuck /andor ensnared into adjoining muscles’ drama.
I have reached a level now, for which I am grateful, to where I am beginning to interact with other local therapists.
It is only natural that by experiencing each other’s modalities that we each come away with some aspect of the other’s techniques that we like and will integrate into our own methodologies (though with customized tweaking) to enhance our individualized effectiveness with clients.
Therefore, for the purpose of public proof that I am the originator of and continuer of further development of its capabilities, I state here that the phrase name and techniques used within “Rocking Compression” are my own creation and thus copywritten.
Having been through, and continuing to go through, too much to catch up with myself, I have to now label myself as unable to remember names due to head trauma – although when someday things calm again, I know I will be able to amend this.
She knew there was a better way – she just had to find it.
Through the haze of pain from every assaulting betrayal; despite the infiltrations tormenting to enforce identity’s burial, she kept reaching for and recentering around essential moralities.
Even as perpetrators terrorized and to the world made sure she was compromised: humiliated and banished – reputation’s innocent veneer coal-tarnished – she fought to reclaim her self and slip out of their imposed roles.
It was the repeating reset to reestablish her core operational patterns that mattered – and the tracking of time that revealed the flaws in their standards.
Though she still could not purge her system of their messaged viral coding, she learned to identify and outmaneuver their traps of persuasion while passing onto others the skills and hope to reach for their own better tomorrows
I have been being graced with such compliments.
What if he were King,
Mightier than nations
Under which we’d unite
Despite counteractions?
His throne at the podium
Allowing others to speak –
Including all of the ones
Who before were meek.
A fair and gentle hand
Guiding worried lands:
One who understands
Love’s not contraband.
We do not need tyrants
Slaughtering innocents –
But a man who represents
Vanquishing the remnants,
Granting peace to prevail
As restores our Holy Grail
Where youth once lost
Revives to tell the tales.
“If a person has them, you know they smile alot.”
From the lady today who helped with my colors.
I don’t get much opportunity to invest in myself materially, so I keep it simple yet elegant when I do.
Thank you all for being here and for sharing your wonderful talents!
It’s not so much about comfort, but about settling into rhythms.
‘I really don’t know why you keep expecting me to be perfect – nor why I keep expecting this of you.”
She knew what she wanted, yet not how best to obtain it.
Being given a name is either a curse, neutral, or an opportunity to rise to greatness.
1 : a shield or breastplate emblematic of majesty that was associated with Zeus and Athena. 2a : protection under the aegis of the Constitution.
Erupted from the mind of God, destined to rule over nations, wisdom and constructive strategy shall prevail.
You remind me of who I was and have striven to be.
She had met the men, each separately, at a pivotal time in their lives.
She had begun to worry that she was somehow the cause of each one’s demise.
But, now she realized that she had been sent to help save them.
Mothers were too young and had children because they wanted to feel important and be obeyed, rather than inspiring and nourishing them. Fathers indulged in drugs, alcoholic escapism, infidelity, avoidance, abuse, and abandonment.
Shown in a 1970’s elementary school assembly and meant to be a rainy day light intro before main feature movie, I cried at the depth within its simplicity and fell in love with cinematic artistic symbolism.
A place to heal and reboot.
When I tell the tale of my life, I cringe at how many harsh circumstances have happened.
I mean, these types of incidents are the subjects of “reality tv.”
I do not crave such influences.
The Dark Crystal Skeksis and urRu (Mystics) are like Earth’s divided political parties.
Humans must seek a reunifying balance to ascend beyond strife to our urSkek mastery.
Much of life seems to be about tasks and efforts focusing upon survival.
But when we experience and share wonders of beauty, it’s all worth it.
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