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I just had communion with an orange. Not a single burst of pulp went unthanked. Eating it was worshipful.
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To defy evil, is to yield to love. And don't get it twisted... This is not the weak work of the doubt-filled doormat. This is the fierce work of the peace-filled warrior. Enforce boundaries, as needed. Decline and opt-out, as warranted. But as you do, whatever you do, let your feet, heart and hands hold their strong stance in Love, Joy and Peace, for they are the ultimate weapons and defense in days such as these. Was yesterday dark? Let hope renew you. Did you wake today? There's your chance for breakthrough! The test won't last forever, though darkness is clever. It pales when compared to the heart-fire inside you. From mourning to morning, from night to day, from depressed to deep rest the heart's fire burns away... ...the pains of the past and turns them to ash that fortifies the rich soil for blooms that will last. Did you know that MATRIX, in Latin, means "breeding female"? It later came to mean "womb." And both stem from mater, or "mother." Most of us came from the womb of a mother. And even the circuit board that makes your computer functional is named after mothers. Imitation really is the highest form of flattery. To every powerhouse portal that incubated, birthed and nurtured a precious, embodied soul... I SEE AND CELEBRATE YOU! Every day is yours, because without you, your eggs, your milk, your sacrifice -- there would, literally, be nothing. And because of you, humanity exists. A single day will never be enough to give you your proper praise.
Sentence. What comes to mind when you hear the word, "sentence"? Is a sentence what we use to communicate? Or, is a sentence a form of punishment? The answer to both questions is "Yes." Our means of communication, also punishes. It restricts, confines, confuses. Entraps, distorts, penalizes. Inflicts, offends, separates. What happened to the COMMON UNITY that is the namesake of communication? Poetry allows us to escape at least some of the word-wardens. It gives license to liberate your language. Metaphor, verse and imagination override stiff and stanky strangulation that mutes. Poetry gives wings to your ideas, and allows them to fly in raspberry skies. Sunrise. Each rising Sun can be read like a book. And these risings are also written in poetry. They break through, as a devouring flame that even clouds and chemtrails cannot mask, suppress or censor. Whatever ails or fails you, Poetry and Sunrises HELP. Turn to them, in your own way. Let them activate and renew you. And don't stop until you discover what the birds have known all along. Start your day attuned to the Literal Light of Life. This will enable you to shine through the obstacles that come against you. It will teach you to be less bothered by things beyond your control, and more committed to things that help you roll along. Sunrises light your path, where you find true tribe, pleasurable purpose and peace with who you are. I love words so much that I,
habitually, look up the etymology of English words I already know. That is one way to savor the many, mini meanings that make up our reality. So imagine this same obsession in a second language. You know how most people fawn over social media? That is how I am with the translator on my phone. Because I want to know know what is being said. My desire for precision is a sign of respect. But it makes some people think that I know less than I do. Like tonight, someone said in Spanish that I don't understand well. Yet, I understood that. If you hold strong word love, keep doin just that. Hold it. Nurture and develop it. 'Cause most could agree that more nourishing sounds are needed. You can rebirth yourself. Renounce vows to old versions. I AM handles I WAS. So wipe clean, the haunting dust. Begin the new thing. And stop looking back, half-hoping for an excuse to re-embrace an old suffering, simply because you know it so well. That is the worst kind of intimacy. Instead, level-up the love within you, which will level-up the love around you. And will also, likely, stir up some stuff. Ground and anchor in love, all while knowing it has to be re-chosen, again and again and again. Because love gets dropped so frequently, so reconnection must be made. As far as I can tell, THAT is the game. The journey. The lesson. The opportunity. The invitation. The test. The point. The choice. Triggers scream so loudly they, literally, hurt. I think that's why they have such a distorted profile. And we've forgotten, or never knew, that the trigger's purpose is to arouse and direct attention to a specific hurt within us, so that we can kiss it. KISS THE BOO BOO. Smother it in Mother's Love, so that we can move forward, in wholeness, peace and beauty. We can pre-decide -- now, even -- and instruct our subconscious mind that, going forward, we will receive all triggers as a truthful and caring friend inviting us -- in that immediate moment -- to let love in and do its needed thing, which is to attend to us. Just looking at it with tenderness starts the mending. This also helps harmonize the invisible string between you, and the person or people who have helped bring needed information that was, before, ignored or not seen. That's why their voices raised. Not, necessarily, to hurt us. But to get our attention, and caring action.  Since September 2022, a motto + practice of mine has been: "Use AI. Don't let AI use you." With my prompting, this post's image was generated by AI on NightCafe. In dominant reality, gruesome things are still featured
on big and little screens everywhere, all the time. According to Big Media, life is one dreary cataclysm after another... so I've never understood why so many want/accept/tolerate even morrrre bloodiness and twisted depravity in their leisure and entertainment, too. Fiction and film regularly demean life, belittle sacred promises and mock virtue. This backward and inverted tendency is similar to a hospital hanging pictures of diseased and decaying bodies on the walls of patients trying to heal. We become what we look at. So let's imagine, expect and behold more beautiful things!  Since September 2022, a motto + practice of mine has been: "Use AI. Don't let AI use you." With my prompting, this post's image was generated by AI on NightCafe. It is not coincidence that "mind" and "mined" sound the exact same. The mind is meant to be excavated, deeply dug into, and extracted from. Just as Earth has been excavated, deeply dug into, and extracted from. Humans use excavated iron, granite, coal, copper, gold, etc. And, what organic materials are surfaced from our mind?  Since September 2022, a motto + practice of mine has been: "Use AI. Don't let AI use you." With my prompting, this post's image was generated by AI on NightCafe. I grew up with the Mad Max post-apocalyptic film series. In it, Earth was barren. Desert-like. And drinkable water was everyone's obsession. It was disturbing to see such a negative forecasting of beautiful Earth.
Mad Max was the first film franchise to introduce me to very negative projections onto the giant, captivating movie screen that, in turn, projected those lasting impressions onto the screen of my mind. Even if sub-consciously, decades later. It was soon followed by a slew of other dark and cataclysmic films made to impregnate minds with images of a forsaken place where nothing grows except zombies or contagions. Everyone is usually covered in soot, and many need some kind of breathing apparatus. All kinds of hellish nightmares... normalized. WHYYYY???? Why the big budgets to cinematically and sensorially popularize the obliteration of plant-life, clean water and breathable air? Why has so much creative energy and capital been spent to glorify destruction and decay? Why have our palates, temperaments, sensibilities and preferences not required higher and better from those who plan and plot the pixels we stare at for hours of life? Why Is Idea-Planting In Entertainment Almost Always Dystopic? Everyone forecasts. The trick is to realize that you hold generative power, in either direction. The triumph is to not let anyone use your vessel or your voice to project movies you'd never want to watch, let alone live in. In the Emerald Tablet, Thoth wrote The Law of Correspondence. It says: "As above, so below. As within, so without." The toxic spread in East Palestine, Ohio is an OUTER expression of the toxic spread -- both chemical and mental/emotional -- happening INSIDE the bodies of just as many humans. Many regret recent medical decisions that exposed them to chemical toxicity, and I am sorry for your betrayal and distress. Please read on. And to now practice new earth forecasting:
As different as we each may be from each other, we are still all under the same mysterious Sky, that pours light on us, day and night. Subtle and bright. The next time you're leisurely outside at night, I hope you surprise your neck, throw it all the way back, and stare at the Sky until you feel something inside your chest or gut. A sense of wonder. Or maybe even a sense of home. Just hopefully something beyond fright or dread brought forth by the aforementioned dystopic screens. After years of feeling lonely and unsafe in this disagreeably-changing world, I did what I just suggested... and I came back inside filled with assurance. No names, faces, theories, or agendas. Just a comforting certainty that even in the midst of madness, Life still takes a protective interest in those who take a protective interest in Life. 🌿💚  Since September 2022, a motto + practice of mine has been: "Use AI. Don't let AI use you." With my prompting, this post's image was generated by AI on NightCafe. Fiat. I have only come across this weird word in two uses/contexts:
(1) in the Bible where God decrees “Fiat Lux,” which means "There shall be light"; and (2) to describe a government-issued currency not backed by any physical commodity. Fiat is Latin for "let it be done." It is an authoritative decree of the highest order, given by one in total command. What an all-powerful word... for a dollar. Most human activity has been rooted in the pursuit of these decreed units... which were positioned as high and vital, as light itself. Sure, it could get nice things, and even "pay to keep the lights on"... but it never was light. Seems wise to keep that sorted. Fiat Lux.  Since September 2022, a motto + practice of mine has been: "Use AI. Don't let AI use you." With my prompting, this post's image was generated by AI on NightCafe. This post is not as random as it may at first seem. In fact, it even had a sequence:
 Since September 2022, a motto + practice of mine has been: "Use AI. Don't let AI use you." With my prompting, this post's image was generated by AI on NightCafe. Rain falls to engorge
seeds, roots and crops with life-icious water drops. Rain falls to slow some plans, to light some candles, and hold some hands. Rain falls to transform your system from nervous, to calm. Rain falls to reset your ears from bells and alarms to tiny crashes of splashing water. Rain falls to remind you to also be fresh like it, and the air.  Since September 2022, a motto + practice of mine has been: "Use AI. Don't let AI use you." With my prompting, this post's image was generated by AI on NightCafe. So thin
is the sheet between thought and thing. I praised going Deep Inside to find comfort
and consolation that is not available outside you. Below is a proactive and protective mental phrase (or mantra) I found while there: Love is my focus. Love is my fortress. Love is my future. Love is my now. It is especially helpful against anxiety, antagonism and negativity that might feel beyond your control. LOVE IS A STATE IN WHICH YOU CAN RESIDE.  Yesterday I saw a video where a woman mentioned having "two children in spirit."
I tried to process the enormity of what she had just said, let alone lived through, and could not. Next came to mind the uncountable humans all over the world, who have been physically and emotionally damaged by war. Limbs, lives, and loved ones... lost for unjustifiable reasons. Gut-wrenching events are part of the human experience... but they are not really part of the social experience. When we hear a mother speak of two dead children. Or see an amputee who probably carries more internal pain, than visible... we just don't know what to say or do with so much heaviness. "Polite" society seems poorly equipped to face dark and dreary things. Just like the required shirt and shoes... smiles and cheer are also expected for entrance. For acceptance. The grief-stricken know to not infringe on the comfort of others. How rude and tasteless would that be! Social withdrawal and self-isolation becomes a necessary refuge for many who are heavy-hearted. And I'm finally starting to see the exile of it all, as a good thing. Find grace, by becoming grace. I have found grief to be a foretaste of death itself. It initiates you into an ungrounded and non-linear season of ___________. I leave that blank line out of respect for the uniqueness and fluidity of your path. (Also, I never found help or comfort in formulaic "stages" suggesting how I should sequentially feel.) In your darkest nights (or darkest years, as the case may be), it might be hard to find external methods or resources that can console you as deeply as your hurt goes. And it's the desperate need for this missing balm that directs you to The One Place you can find it. Which is Deep Inside. The exact same place that the worst-of-the-hurt resides. There, Deep Inside, you will find all sorts of helpful things that never run out, and never ask you to be anything other than what you are. This is ineffable. It is beyond the word-realm. And it is effective. (Sometimes messy. As in, "I cried so much, I dehydrated myself!" But effective. Trust yourself to be the one you are seeking.) I am learning that inconsolable grief can eventually and gently take your hand, and lead you Deep Inside, where you will find the provisions needed for the day. And well beyond.  These times! They seem glorious, and simultaneously impossible to make sense of. This post is to remind us both of a Foundational Principle and Practice that can seem too trite for intense and revelatory times like the ones we are currently living through. That principle and practice is, and always will be, LOVE. Not to be confused with cartoon-ey, commercialized caricatures. I am talking about infinite, internal reservoirs of renewing STRENGTH that are tough enough to get you through whatever troubles or trials you may face. There is an outpouring of information, misinformation and disinformation. They swirl about All The Realms. The spiritual, political, historical, cosmological, dietary, religious, ethnic/racial/cultural realms. Anything that can carry a narrative or an advertisement, also carries a disruptive hot-pot of confusion. Things you once thought were sacred, now seem... infiltrated. Things you once believed true, now seem... trickster-ish. And so we, to the best of our ability, sift and sort through these many presentations. And representations. ALONG THE WAY... is it possible to eat too many "black pills"? Can you stew too long in the bitter juices of righteous rage? I have experienced the answer to these questions to be yes. Years ago, I was warned that anger is not a sustainable emotion. And that was followed by a lot of talk that "there is no right and wrong" and "there is no good or bad." <--- And that only confused me more, when there are so many clear and obvious displays of wrongness, and badness. For years, I sat alone with new and disturbing insights about... you-name-it! Faith. Identity. The human experience. The relations we make and break. All of it. SHAKEN. And that is the messy backdrop to this Great Return -- to home, to self, to love -- that I humbly hope to convey. When all seems lost, love seems clearest. One of the hardest inner rages I am healing from, is a lifelong and confusing relationship with Christianity. As a melanated woman, how could I not hold questions about a belief system that negated two huge aspects of my who-ness?? For those of us who have taken 'the walk' more seriously than casually, it is so unsettling! To find yourself outside the same paradigm that was given to you by Beloved Elders. Some days, I still feel every bone in me has been broken. (Talk about a Great Reset!) Well, if you have ever wrestled, or limped, with this conundrum... you are not alone. AND, you are not abandoned! Being mis-educated -- about anything -- can really piss you off when you first learn of it. But it is dangerous and damaging to stay seated in the piss. Sorry to be so graphic. Just tryin' to get an unpleasant point across, quickly :-) So while I was being hostess to all kinds of learnings and un-learnings about "the world" and "reality"... this breaks my heart to admit, but my essence had started to change in ways that I -- the true eye -- do not approve of, or resemble. And while I still feel a sense of responsibility to continue facing What Is as best I can, I know that I can only do so as a New Being who has chosen to return from whence I came... which is Love. Not stress. Not hate. Not distraction. Not division. Love is more powerful and protecting than anything else. Even justified anger. The reason this is true is because, over time, anger degrades balance. While love, over time, RESTORES BALANCE. Of course, there is sooo much more to say about this. I am just sharing with you, in real-time, as the transformation is happening within me. I stand with you, in the certainty that perfect love does, indeed, cast out all fear. (1 John 4:18)  Since September 2022, a motto + practice of mine has been: "Use AI. Don't let AI use you." With my prompting, this post's image was generated by AI on NightCafe. SENSITIVE IN A SENSELESS WORLD
Canaries were once used by miners as early methane detectors. When they stopped singing, or dropped dead, it gave the miners enough time to return to the surface. Having a highly sensitive nervous system causes me to feel kinship with the canary, because I always smell the gas early, too. Thankfully, my mind and I are uncaged, so my fate is not left in the uncaring hands of someone else. And neither is yours :-) HYPER-REGULATION It's staggering how much sapient adults are told what to think, what to do, and how to do it. The excessive external regulation in daily life reminds me of a choke-hold! Ick. I choose to focus on maintaining internal regulation, and keeping my nervous system as calm and steady as possible. This maintenance requires a lot of elimination. So be it. THE SCENE OF *YOUR* NATIVITY The word ‘nativity’ comes from the Latin word “nativis” which means “birth”. Are you, at this moment, alive and breathing? Well then, you are qualified to remember and celebrate *your* nativity. Your nativeness. If you hold or appreciate the consciousness of Christ — and you work with the gifts, fruits and responsibilities that come with that consciousness — then please consider the meaning and circumstances of your own birth. Your own nativity. A few prompts to bravely dive into include:
We are being born into newness.  Since September 2022, a motto + practice of mine has been: "Use AI. Don't let AI use you." With my prompting, this post's image was generated by AI on NightCafe. Artificiality is on the rise.
It's encroaching in food, faces, friendships, intelligence. I was thinking about a sapient response to trans-humanism... Trans-humanism wrongly suggests that merging with machines -- (socially with bots, surgically as borgs, sexually with blow-ups) -- somehow, these fusions have been likened to immortal God-status. Wanna conquer Mars, because the appetite to dominate is never satisfied. For the conquistador, enough is never enough. Earth is not enough! Wanna be augmented, because that seems less work than being integrated. For the avoider of actual feelings, meta is betta. Real has less appeal. And that's how I got to "deep humanism." Deep Humanism is a confident STANCE and POSITION that favors and savors natural, organic, genuinely expressed life. Deep Humanism is a bit of an abstract concept, and I was curious to see how AI would visually interpret it. Is it any surprise that AI included not even one single human in the image it generated above, using the term: "deep humanism"? Was it showcasing wit, humor or irony? 🤔  Life comes from seeds, stars and stories. NEW STORY. NEW EARTH. In my version of a new, beautiful earth… ...every mouth speaks what it seeks. Look what such a little thing, would make insta-available: Relief, accountability, bravery, vulnerability, constructive connection, relational depth, actualized goals, a transformed reality... 💋 Whyyy have we been socialized to shrink, hide and silence what our heart most desires?? Seems like it's either that, or humanity (and its ever-splitting-nano-tribes), goes absolutely savage, and rips each other apart. "Hellooo, In-Between? Where the heck have you been?!" A motto + practice of mine is: "Use AI. Don't let AI use you."
Image post generated by AI on NightCafe. Terms used: seeds, stars, stories, african goddess  y "Conspiracy theorist" is not even an insult. It's a deflection. Don't deviate. Investigate. Trust YOUR gut. Shut the others up. Walk alone for what is right. That is more than half the fight. And as you stand in truth you'll see, most humans share your decency. Most humans need the very same thing, which is just the chance to live freely. We will not accomplish this goal divided. Being fractured drags us to be collided into digital slavery, wearing UBI lipstick. But free money ain't free! And both "parties" are horrific. WE are the heroes, or WE are the slaves. Freedom tomorrow, means today we are brave. A motto + practice of mine is: "Use AI. Don't let AI use you."
Image post generated by AI on NightCafe. Term used: conspiracy theorist Side-notes: Those ears! lol 🐘 The better to listen with. Also, the fiery sparks in his hair... 🔥 Well, the the truth IS quite inflammatory. TRANSCRIPTION:
Hi. This video is about innocence. I meditated on that word, innocence... honestly, because I miss it! I miss seeing it in the world. There's a lot that is showing itself. Presenting itself. And innocence seems to be one of the things in deficiency. Obviously babies, infants, and kittens and puppies and animals -- all animals -- those are things that evoke (a sense of) innocence. What comes to mind when you think about the word 'innocence'? Perhaps virginity. Maybe a white dress. Maybe, a fair amount of naievte? The reason I'm bringing it up, is because my understanding of it expanded, and I would like to share that with others. Innocence is defined as having been kept free of injury. So, in this sense, innocence isn't necessarily a moral matter. It isn't about, necessarily, one's choices or behavior, or the way they dress, or they way they carry themselves... or how promiscuous they are, or are not. It actually has to do with whether or not you have experienced harm and injury. And the interesting thing about that is... my understanding was always that it would be a reflection of how a person chooses to conduct themselves. But it actually is something far more vulnerable than that. It almost even has to do with luck and fortune -- (I meant to say 'chance.') -- as to whether or not you were a victim of crime. Whether or not you have experienced abuse, or abandonment, or poverty. These are things that are injuries. Whether you've experienced poor health -- poor physical health, or poor mental health. These are injuries. This is harm. And there is a state of being before one experiences great injury and harm. And there's a difference of being after injury or harm have been experienced. So after one has received an injury or harm, that's when wounded behavior shows up. It's hurting people, that hurt other people. When you have an (entire) WORLD that has been injured, harmed and traumatized -- that has lost its innocence, and acts from woundedness -- what happens? I wanted to bring this loop to light. It's something that's really subtle, but I hope by teasing it out (as I tried to), that you would be more compassionate with yourself. That you'd be more patient, kind, and gentle with yourself first... SO THAT that can later be reflected in your treatment of others. But if you don't give that tenderness to yourself first, it won't be available for others. One way to regain and restore our innocence -- to be resilient after injury, harm and trauma -- is to acknowledge the fact that it is so. (Acknowledge the revelations, rather than deny them.) The awakenings are rude. These awakenings are painful, and disorienting, and hard! To wake up to the fact that, you name it, X, Y, and Z was not at all what you were led to believe. The betrayal that humanity has undergone, and is undergoing... it's going to take time for us to even get vocabulary for the grief, and the fall-out that comes. Background Song: Inspiring Space Looping GIFs: giphy.com |