Tag: consciousness

I am worthy

Sometimes, you have to convince yourself of how worthy you are. Sometimes, you have to cheer yourself up, especially when no one is there for you. You have to be brave alone. You have to remind yourself that you are strong, worthy, and beautiful.

Sometimes, you have to constantly remind yourself about the things you deserve in order to grow as a person. Remind yourself that you deserve to be happy, you deserve to be treated well, and you deserve the things you’ve been wishing for.

Compliment yourself today. Be proud of your progress. Be proud of being a strong person. Sometimes, you just have to look in the mirror and be proud of the person you have become. You did well; always remember that. Sometimes, you just have to look in the mirror and say, “I am worthy.”

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🎨 Vladimir Volegov

Trust me

It makes no sense for you to say you love someone, and then you still say that you don’t trust them.

Trust isn’t only the foundation of love in relationships; it is the pillars, the walls, and the roof of the relationship. It is the entire structure on which love is built on.

Trust is the bedrock of every solid, meaningful relationship.

Love without trust is like building a house on quicksand; It would soon collapse.

Love without trust is like trying to drive a car without fuel; You won’t go anywhere with it.

Trust transforms love from a fleeting attraction into an unbreakable emotional bond. When trust is present, love flourishes.

Claiming to love someone and at the same time saying you don’t trust them is a misguided kind of love. If there’s no trust, you’ll second-guess their every action and their every word. That kind of toxic burden will eat away at your soul, and eventually the relationship will crumble.

Do you know what is scarier than jumping out of a plane without a parachute on? It is loving someone you can’t trust. Trust allows you to be vulnerable, to lower your shield, and that is where real love thrives. Without it, you’re only playing a high-stakes game of emotional roulette.

Look, love might light the fire, but trust keeps it burning. In a world where everyone is looking out for themselves, trust is the most valuable currency. If you can’t be sure that your partner has your back through thick and thin, what’s the point of being with them? Your love will always be under siege, constantly defending itself against the demons of doubt and suspicion.

To truly experience love, one must earn and give trust. This isn’t a one-sided transaction; both parties need to invest. Trust is that unspoken agreement, the silent promise that no matter what, you’re in this together. Strip it away, and love becomes a hollow shell.

So, is trust the foundation of love? Absolutely! Can love exist without trust?

Maybe for a bit, but it is a ticking time bomb that is destined to explode.

If you’re serious about loving that person, make trust your number-one priority with them.

Without trust, love is vulnerable and weak. Build that trust, and you both stand invincible.

And in this high-octane, cutthroat, crazy world that we live in now, invincibility is the ultimate power..

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Feminine

“It’s just that you’re not that feminine.”

I beg to differ.

I’m feminine like a thunderstorm.

Feminine like the glint of a falcon talon.

Feminine like an ancient redwood.

Feminine like the orange glow of a grizzly bear in the sunset.

Feminine like a wolf on the hunt.

Feminine like decaying bones.

Feminine like the eye of an old whale.

Feminine like a roaring river.

Feminine like a sheer cliff overlooking a forest.

Feminine like a wildfire.

Feminine like a desert wind.

Feminine like a battle cry.

And yes.

Within my stones and bark and fur and fierce slit irises… I am as soft and enveloping as any woman who’s blood ever beat red.

This is the Sovereigness.

I am her.

We are her.

We are an age of woman who has come in, representing the medicine of the Wilds.

We are not built to actualize your sense of masculinity through your traditional idea of femininity.

We are built to bring in the voice of our Mother.

Which is why Earth herself screams in our veins.

So, if what you really mean is,

“Your femininity is overwhelming”,

Then I understand.

It is to me, too.

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Poem: Adrianne Tamar Arachne

Art: “Longing” • Adrianne Tamar Arachne • 2023 • oil paint on wood panel

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Keeper

When someone sees the messy, imperfect sides of you and still chooses to stay, that’s when you know they’re truly rare. It’s easy to be around when everything’s good, but the ones who stick by you when you’re falling apart—those are the people who matter most. They don’t just love you at your best; they accept you at your worst. So hold them close, because their loyalty is proof that real connections aren’t about perfection, they’re about showing up when it’s hardest. These are the ones who remind you that you’re always worthy of love, no matter what.

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Fake Friends / Keep your circle small

KEEP YOUR CIRCLE SMALL

A Short Valuable Story

A young girl asked an elderly woman:

“Do I really need friends in life?”

The elderly woman responded:

“Yes. Life is truly very rough. There should be someone by your side with whom you can talk for hours without feeling that they would judge you; on whose shoulders you can cry, one who will give you emotional support. When no one will be there for you, they should be there. One who should help you share the good times and overcome the difficult ones.”

The young girl asked:

“Is it true that a fake friend is more dangerous than an enemy?”

The elderly woman responded:

“Yes. It’s because you know who your enemy is and you’re not going to let them get close to you. But a false friend is pretending while getting your trust. They find out your vulnerabilities, your secrets and your dreams. They know which button to press and how to stab you in the back.”

The young girl asked:

“How do I avoid being surrounded by fake friends?”

The elderly woman paused for a short moment, then asked,

“Between a small garden and a forest, which one has more snakes and scorpions?”

The young girl responded:

“The forest, sure!”

The elderly woman smiled, and then said:

“Good! When you keep your circle of friends small like a small garden, the less snakes and scorpions you have to worry about, even rats. The fewer people you hang out with, the fewer problems you have to deal with. When I was young, I had a very big group of friends. But as I grew old and wise with experience, my circle of friends became smaller. I realized that quality outweighs quantity when it comes to friendship. Don’t fool yourself by holding onto the illusion that everyone is your friend. You may have numerous acquaintances, but real friends will always be just a few people you love and trust. The best way to prevent yourself from falling into the fake friend trap is by being more mindful about the size of your circle.”

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Mirroring

The hardest pill I had to swallow this year was learning that no matter how good you could be to somebody, no matter how much you love them, they can and will turn their backs on you. It’s a painful truth that not everyone will value the love and loyalty you offer.

Sometimes, the ones you cherish the most are the ones who hurt you the deepest. But in this harsh lesson, I also learned that their actions are a reflection of them, not you. It’s a reminder to protect your heart and to only invest in those who truly deserve your kindness.

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River of tears

History is not there for you to like or dislike. It’s there for you to learn 🦅🦅🦅

The Trail of Tears: A Poem of Injustice

A path carved out in sorrow’s wake,

Where ancient roots began to break.

A land once ours by birth and right,

Now darkened by a nation’s might.

The promise whispered in the air,

Of treaties made, a future fair.

But greed and lies, like poison spread,

Left only tears where hope once tread.

The nation’s warriors, their hearts so strong,

Were torn from lands they’d known so long.

Forced march through seasons cold and gray,

As homeland dreams were swept away.

With every step, their spirits cried,

For children lost and elders died.

The earth itself could feel their pain,

As footsteps echoed in the rain.

A river of tears, a sea of grief,

No justice found, no sweet relief.

For all they gave, and all they knew,

The road was harsh, the path untrue.

Yet still they rose, though torn apart,

Their strength lived on, in mind and heart.

A people’s pride, though bruised and scarred,

Endures in every broken shard.

So let us speak of what was done,

Of promises that came undone.

For justice cannot bloom from lies—

A lesson learned through mournful skies.

Reaching that point in life

I’ve reached this point in my life.

I’ve reached the point in my life where if I’m going to have any type of relationship with an individual who is not willing to be accountable for their hurtful behavior toward me then I’m going to accept this person for they are and leave them where they belong.

You’re not going to be passive-aggressive towards me, gaslight me, or treat me with disrespect in anyway and then try to pretend things are okay by doing something nice for me to try and cover up what you just did.

Your apology needs to be as loud as your disrespect was or you can go back to where you once resided before me.

And the people who support your hurtful behavior can tag along with you on your way out of this door.

You will never be allowed to treat me in any way, shape or form that doesn’t fit in the same category as common decency.

I’m never going to allow that in my life ever again.

~ Cody Bret