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.
Why did she revert to this at the end of every day?
Was it that limited energy was already given away?
For being attentively attuned with muscle cells
Ensured complex healing in sessions went well.
Underneath the mask, there is love and pain: a feeling of great deficit; an unwillingness to sacrifice others to reclaim the gain.
It’s important that those I love know that I love them, even though we have these difficulties.
I know that partially it’s because they’re younger and I have at least twenty years of prior processing.
It’d be great if we could meet in the middle and see each other eye to eye, instead of mismatched elevation where you think I’m looking down on you as a spy (chuckle).
It’s hard being the wiser when my emotions just want to sob – but if I let them go unchecked, they would just add momentum to the emotional mob.
It takes a lot of strength to stand my own ground, to not fall apart, to not scramble gibbling around.
Gabbering could be another word where you’re just blubbering for being branded with imaginary sins.
Having been the recipient of victimization when much younger, if one knew me, they knew that I would never begin.
For souls deserve to be unfettered by the burdens of hardship and harm.
And though I’m flawed, it’s my priority that this kind of decree should be law.
Being a conscientious soul is not easy, especially when having such empathy.
I guess the average person is not mindful to the capacity of being careful with other people’s tender needs.
Actions can be misconstrued: projections can be volatile when self projection is triggered – especially when people are under the influence of chemicals.
It doens’t get easier when trust is taken away, especially if one hasn’t deserved it to quite the level that others feel has been portrayed.
Portrayed is specifically the word I used.
People are afraid of betrayal, so they become self protective.
But, in so doing can cause betrayal of a person’s heart that is open.
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.
“Please God, No…!” She was thinking about those going on without her.
But, the awful truth was: she’d been living her life as a ghost.
Caught in a trap from early on,
Looking for safety and a home
Feeling lost and confused,
Her instincts pressed on
Determined to find
What she came for.
Why was she of him?
What really mattered?
Could he except her flaws –
Strong will frayed in tatters?
Did he need what she could give?
Would he invest in reviving youth?
Was he the one to make her smile –
Washing away soil of the uncouth?
Fledgling osprey learning to flap and hover over their nest.
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.
“We don’t need to think like that, anymore.”
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 didn’t want to go backward, but the dream was compelling.
The man she had once loved so dearly wanted her, doted on her, and participated with their family.
She needed to feel this after having been blasted by someone she had called friend – after she had let this person in and they had just ripped her assunder.
The balm of a fantasy…being nourished, desired, and craved even…in the comfort of once knowns gave the soul a sense of sanctified continuum.
Honesty is not something that should be a shifting moral value open to misrepresentation – nor persuasion within incompleteness as someone seeks to defeat stability’s grounding.
Having been whipped and slapped about by partial truths used to entrap and then harming, the biggest thing in relationship that I now fear is my partner not knowing their self well enough to help establish and ever revitalize our harmony.
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
Moon…
Moon…
I have been being graced with such compliments.
She noticed that those with two dimensions received more attention – and were used as manipulation.
One dragging foot step
Following after another:
The tasks of completing
Keep marching onward.
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.
Candid Corvid Productions 