Tag: wisdoms

Behaviors of Narcissist

All this and more was normalized .

Sleep deprivation was a reality that forced

me to sleep on the sofa .

Off the charts in snoring 😴

I’m so glad I learned to prioritize quality

sleep I use GABA and Kratom now

which won’t be necessary

in my own home 💯🙏

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Wait for the right one

There’s no perfect person out there waiting to be found by you. But there’s certainly those who are much better for you than others. My hope is that you choose the one who lights up when they see you and hugs you tightly when you need it most. And most of all, I hope you choose the person who gives you the support and freedom you need to fully express yourself so that you never have to suppress who you are and pretend to be anyone you re not.

~ Jillian Turecki

🎨unknown

Tell me where it hurts

I know you don’t feel safe right now.

I know it feels like the world is shifting beneath you, faster than the time it takes to find your feet.

I know how uncertain everything feels to you and how much pain you are carrying.

I could tell you that it will get better soon, that you can close your eyes and magically return to that place where everything felt okay, that from here on out it’s going to be an easy ride.

But I won’t tell you any of that because it would be a lie, and I would never lie to you.

The truth is I don’t know if it gets better soon and returning isn’t much of an option now you’ve seen what you’ve seen, now you’ve lived what you’ve lived, now you’ve lost what you’ve lost.

What I can tell you is that you are not alone. That I am right here with you and I will hold your hand for as long as it takes for you to steady yourself and as you learn how to move those feet forwards again.

It’s not easy, this life.

Some days come along and knock you down harder than you’ve ever been knocked down before. And then another comes by and does the same, and you wonder how you ever managed to get up the first time.

And it hurts. It really, really hurts.

Tell me where it hurts.

Tell me, everything. I’m listening.

Give me your language for each of your pains, your unending griefs, your tired aches. Show me your wounds and let them breathe. Allow your heart to crack wide open as you sift through its broken walls to see what still fits and if new pieces have been made.

Does any of it still fit? Has your heart changed shape and size? Does it sound the same as it beats and bleeds and bleeds?

Do you know your heart?

I don’t have easy answers for you, answers never did come easy for me, but I’ll sit with you in the questions for as long as you need; those deep unanswerable questions that live in my bones and carry me home.

So take all the time you need, love. I’m here. I’m right here with you.

( ✍️ Sarah Mariann Martland )

Art : Divmon – ‘The Power of Friendship’

Women

Women are the heart and spine of a pulsating earth at the center of the universe.

We are the mothers, the grandmothers, the great-grandmothers, the creative minds in a universe which often fails to see the contributions we make.

We are the homemakers, the nurturers, the artisans of the magical weave which blankets all of life.

We are the cooks, the maids, the CEO’s the entrepreneurs, the poets, the dancers, the singers, the song.

We nurse the babies and teach them to stand, to walk and to flourish.

We are the listening ear, the wisdom bearers, the backbone to the family.

We are the shoulders of countless men who long for comfort, support or just a dose of tenderness.

We are the goddesses who in the blink of an eye can captivate with a smile or a touch.

We are the warriors who attempt to bring reason in a society often run by angry men.

We are the inspiration, the strength, the fortitude when others are waning.

We are the whispers in the wind who pray for those we love and many we don’t.

We are nurses and caretakers who kiss the wounds and heal the hurts, who parent the parents when their time in the sun is setting.

We are the inventors, the bridge to what is yet to come.

We are the roots which flourish even in a drought.

We light the world with love and feed those who hunger and thirst for nourishment.

Women are spinners and weavers; we are the ones who spin the threads and weave them into meaning and pattern.

We create those threads out of our own substance, pulling the strong, fine fibers out of our own hearts and wombs.

It’s time to make some new threads… time to strengthen the frayed wild edges of our own being and then weave ourselves back into the fabric of our culture.

Once we know the patterns for weaving the world; we can piece them together again.

Women can heal and remake the world.

This is what women do.

We are women, beautiful, bold, bodacious, bombastic, bawdy, brilliant and bountiful in our resilience.

We are the vine which bears the fruit and seeds all of earth, the light which ignites the universe.

Happy International Women’s Day, to all of you wondrous women !

Much love and respect for you all…. on this day and every day.

💝🌹💖🌷💗🌹💝

Art : Mundo de Arin

We all have cancer

This. DNA based Bioresonance scans I run on even the healthiest clients consistently show presence of cancer cells, likely due to constant environmental toxicity. The body’s natural defense, immune surveillance, relies on the immune system (NK cells, T cells, macrophages) and tumor suppressor genes (like p53) to eliminate abnormal cells. Apoptosis further removes damaged cells. However, factors like stress, aging, and environmental exposures can weaken these defenses. COVID shots have been reported to suppress p53 genes, potentially disrupting the body’s ability to prevent cancer. But if you lead a healthy lifestyle and stay away from toxic injections, your body takes care of it for the most part. Frequency therapy also can be very effective at keeping any such issues at bay.