August 30th 2020

Pain in life is avoidable, yet suffering can be avoided through choosing to trust. We suffer when we are unable to accept that all we have experienced was for our highest good, and on souls level, what we chose to experience here – even while some of those experiences included deep trauma or downright, from one perspective, evil.

This is why ending the cycle of suffering is seen as enlightenment and all beings that are truly resting in a state of enlightenment live with pure hearts regardless of external surrounding. It is not because they are devoid of compassion or empathy, on the contrary the knowing of the illusion of separation is what allows for the greatest unity ~ to see beyond all labels, all terms.

When we are at peace with ourselves, we are at peace with all. The truth of multi dimensionality allows us one to be both in a state of peace and yet simultaneously emote & experience life in many different formations, precisely due to the allowance of trust and surrender ~ that because we are on a journey we will be led to many different places both physical and inside ourselves.

August 9 2020

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Interesting isn’t it
This world we live in
Where everything changes
and yet the same patterns repeat

What is this sickness

We mirror it within ourselves
Remaining blind to what we choose

Every moment recreating what we stopped claiming to be

July 21 2020

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Chaos manifests itself in the strangest ways
A trickster with a lesson if one listens intently
One makes its presence known by explanation
The voice of knowing is still and silent
Convincing and proving are the voices of wicked ends
One needs not listen to rationalizations
They parade in many voices
Changing costume and clothing
The quiet one knows the way
Sitting with ones self makes room
For the one to appear

July 17 2020

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Finding the commonalities between us seemed to work best. We spent so much time in this life observing and speaking upon differences. That in itself was not problematic, differences are indeed to be celebrated as each serves a unique purpose. When differences were used to fuel division, this is when the problems began to arise. I wished we were able to conceptualize this as a society and see beyond – so many of the issues plaguing us were truly more psychological and emotional ones collectively.

The collective psyche had been ill for quite some time which philosophers, poets, mystics and artists had remarked upon for ages, though as society grew more and more ill it lost appreciation for these much needed roles. Philosophy and self reflection were seen as laughable or impossible pursuits. Critical thinking was relegated to the realm of science where someone else did it for you. Art and mysticism were no longer valued but thought of as pursuits for fools. Femininity was sexualized or seen as weakness. Uniqueness was squashed through indoctrination, guilt, shame, and manipulation. Opposing viewpoints to the status quo or most commonly accepted social narrative were bullied while individuals suffered personal attack.

Gone were the intellectual ages where people gathered to discuss different ideas. The collective psyche was far too fragile for that. Instead we resorted to surrounding ourselves only with those that thought and felt like us. This way, we could be in an echo chamber of our own bias. Comfortable, secure, ignorant, delusional.

Simultaneously we wondered why mental illness and suicide rates were rising. Why racism wasn’t being eradicated. Why seemingly archaic traditions beliefs and behaviors were alive and well. Yet – we avoided most ways to challenge and affect these narratives. Instead opting to blame, shame, pick sides, and continue avoiding personal responsibility for the world we were a part of, and our effect on the collective society.

I often wondered, how many others ever thought of their effect on the world?

July 7 2020

Time stretched out like chewing gum or galloped forward within a blink. Crumpled post it notes littered the floor around me as I oscillated between moments of genius and depletion of mental energy. I found the humidity unbearable and had begun pacing as a new method of distraction from the air conditioner that was trying its best, but just wasn’t good enough. How relatable.

July 5 2020

As I grew older I found myself surprising myself more often. What I used to care about ceased to have the same emotional pull. I found my focus and vision shifting. Discipline and patience were easier to cultivate. I was pleased by these changes, enjoying the seasoning of life’s wisdom. Looking back and reflecting upon my journey and my decisions, I laughed warmly at repeated patterns, grateful for all they taught me. I put more time and attention into honing my craft. I desired and appreciated my solitude. A small close circle of friends were more enjoyable than constantly trying to keep up with the masses in the ever busy blurry world. A deep sense of inner peace was growing and filling the void inside me that once inspired restlessness.