Tag: consciousness
Ancients Knowledge
“The ancients knew something, which we seem to have forgotten. We are souls dressed in sacred biochemical garments. What we have called matter is energy. Matter is spirit reduced to a point of visibility. I didn’t arrive at understanding the fundamental laws of the universe through my rational mind. I stop thinking, and in silence, the truth comes to me. There comes a leap in consciousness, call it intuition or what you will, the solution comes, and you don’t know how or why.” – Albert Einstein
Trauma via being Witness to Events
PTSD can occur not just from directly experiencing a severe traumatic event but also witnessing it happen to others, including close friends, family and loved ones as well as being chronically exposed to the details of the trauma of others in work-related settings.
#narcissisticabuse #toxicrelationships #toxicpeople #emotionalabuse #shahidaarabi
Releasing Prayer
I release my parents from the feeling that they have failed with me.
I release my children from the need to make me proud, so that they can write their own ways, according to their hearts.
I release my partner from the obligation to make me feel complete. I lack nothing in myself.
I learn with all the beings that surround me through all time.
I thank my grandparents and ancestors who met so that today I breathe life. And I release them from the faults of the past and from the wishes they did not fulfill, aware that they did the best they could to resolve their situations, within the consciousness they had at that moment.
I honor them, I love them, and I recognize their innocence.
I bare my soul before their eyes and that is why they know that I do not hide or owe anything, more than being faithful to myself and my own existence walking with the wisdom of the heart.
I am aware that I am fulfilling my life project, free of visible and invisible family loyalties that may disturb my peace and my happiness, which are my greatest responsibilities.
I renounce the role of savior, of being the one who unites or who fulfills the expectations of others. And learning through LOVE, I bless my essence and my way of expressing, although there may be someone who cannot understand me.
I understand myself, because only I lived and experienced my story; because I know myself, I know who I am, what I feel, what I do and why I do it.
I respect and approve.
I honor the Divinity in me and in you.
We are free.
A Traditional Náhuatl Prayer
Artist: Melina Del Mar
BabyCries
The education I received , perhaps through Dr Spock was to allow baby cry up to 15 minutes . I am not sure if I allowed 15 minutes but I disregarded my gut too much with regard to our sons. If I asked , the Dr etc he trusted my intuition and he was misinformed through his education which has been lacking in authentic knowledge . And allowing for new information, growth and change that are fact .
Another news flash for me was the universal cry sounds of babies that are specific .
I felt I had way too much to do ,being responsible and pleasing others to sit with my infant in my arms but I talked to them , acknowledged them as our family grew . I had few outlets ; walking was therapeutic but waxed and waned .
I am sure I was not held for my Mom was never demonstrative , tender or nurturing in my memories . I have knowledge of whys she may have been with holding and marriage to that same energy within a sacred union with children involved was devastating.
Their love was so healing and highlighted the lacks of love by others especially their Dad .
And he weaponized that love to advantage himself .
I enjoy sacred hugs but am touched by many in my life without physical contact .
I feel held
I feel supported
I feel loved 🥰
Leave the Dishes
“Leave the dishes.
Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator
and an earthen scum harden on the kitchen floor.
Leave the black crumbs in the bottom of the toaster.
Throw the cracked bowl out and don’t patch the cup.
Don’t patch anything. Don’t mend. Buy safety pins.
Don’t even sew on a button.
Let the wind have its way, then the earth
that invades as dust and then the dead
foaming up in gray rolls underneath the couch.
Talk to them. Tell them they are welcome.
Don’t keep all the pieces of the puzzles
or the doll’s tiny shoes in pairs, don’t worry
who uses whose toothbrush or if anything
matches, at all.
Except one word to another. Or a thought.
Pursue the authentic-decide first
what is authentic,
then go after it with all your heart.
Your heart, that place
you don’t even think of cleaning out.
That closet stuffed with savage mementos.
Don’t sort the paper clips from screws from saved baby teeth
or worry if we’re all eating cereal for dinner
again. Don’t answer the telephone, ever,
or weep over anything at all that breaks.
Pink molds will grow within those sealed cartons
in the refrigerator. Accept new forms of life
and talk to the dead
who drift in though the screened windows, who collect
patiently on the tops of food jars and books.
Recycle the mail, don’t read it, don’t read anything
except what destroys
the insulation between yourself and your experience
or what pulls down or what strikes at or what shatters
this ruse you call necessity.”
Louise Erdrich – Advice to Myself.
Andrea Kowch
This point in my Life : Tracy Chapmen
I have long ago accepted , forgiven and loved myself through very malignant shadows , parenting myself .
For as long as I remember
Mom was lost in trauma , distortions, having had Twilight
Sleep we failed to bond but I didn’t sense a close bond with any of her 5 . The child had to always make demonstrations of love 1st
I own my stuff and don’t deserve to be targeted for life by someone not in my life . Shadow or light .
I played Tracy Chapman intensely in the spring of 2018 as I felt on the very of breakthroughs long sought .
However someone entered by life and then disappeared and I decided I could enjoy Tracy today in honor of letting go
Blessings & Peace
Dona Luna
Narcissist Leaders & Women
Callous Narcissist leaders – Importing the crave for power and control from the church into the community: When the pathologically driven claim faith, veer out of their “church lane” and predatorize the public with crusade-style forced faith / mandated evidences of faith, everyone looses.
“Beware of those who claim to know the mind of God and who are prepared to use force to make others conform. Beware of those who cannot tell God’s will from their own. . . .” (Barbara Brown Taylor)
ARTICLE: “. . . .Misogyny: It’s Never About the Children”
The Myth of Chemical Imbalance
From my book “Antidepressed”. By means of the careful scripted pharmaceutical marketing campaigns of the 1990s and pushed by psychiatry, our doctors learned to quickly attribute mental illness to faulty brain biochemistry…defects of dopamine…shortages of serotonin….The covert DSM has been cleverly and unceremoniously drilled into our psyche and until very recently we have generally accepted it without question.”
Birth Truths
✨What if we told women the truth about birth✨
We’d have to tell them that contractions will probably be more than “surges” or “sensations.”
That they’ll probably rock your f✨cking world and leave you begging for salvation as you clutch the edge of the tub or the hospital linens
That your gentle breathing exercises and your Spotify soundtrack will be left in the dust as you sweat and pant and sway and swear your way through it
That you’ll trip harder than any mushroom you ever did in college and vomit with the same ferocity and travel to places deep within yourself that you didn’t know existed. That you’ll float above your body and simultaneously be trapped in it with an intensity you’ve never tasted
And in that intensity, in the sweating and the swearing and the swaying and the vomiting and the endless hours of contractions crashing down upon you
You’ll find your strength
You’ll find a resilience you’ve never known
You’ll find the power you need for the journey of motherhood ahead
In the messy humanity of it all
You’ll find that you are holy
A portal to the divine
Capable of indescribable miracles
A vessel of sacred life
What if we told women the truth about birth?
We’d have to tell them they are capable of anything
Worthy of being treated like goddesses
Made to walk through the flames
Surf the tidal waves
Dive into the underworld
And come out alive
Not unscathed
Not unchanged
But whole
And healed
And ready to take on the world
If we told women the truth about birth
We’d have to admit that we’ve lied about everything else
And that they are more powerful
More fierce
More capable
More beautiful
Than we’ve ever let on.
If we told the truth about birth?
We’d shatter the world.”
~ Words and Art by Catie Atkinson
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