We're All In This Together

Quite often as human beings equipped with an ego and its endless mind chatter, we miss the opportunity to become aware and present. That is, to be alive and in tune with our moment that is our everything. We get up, we make our breakfast, we brush our teeth, we get ready for our day ahead. We forget in the mundane routine of it all, that it's the little things that will run across the memory reel in our heads, as we lay them down to sleep on our death beds. When this vessel of a body ceases to serve us no more, we will remember the love we gave and the love we received. The shared moments of inspiration and enlightenment, of hope and encouragement. The timeless moments of first kisses and stolen glances from strangers and loved ones alike. The laughter and giggles of children that we may nurture or the ones that we are blessed to be surrounded by. That time you remembered what it felt like to fall in love with your reflection, the feeling of being proud of yourself for all you have accomplished. For knowing that who you are is of a worthy title and an existence that inspires your bloodline ahead. I know that before that day comes, today I have a choice. I am able and breathing to love and inspire and I plan on doing so in any way I can.
Today was one such day.
In between the craziness of holding two jobs and keeping creatively in tune with music, I too, remember the little things. One of those simple pleasures that I like to grant myself with is getting my nails done. I find it utterly fascinating and fun to be a woman. The trying on of different clothes that play up the shape of our bodies, or perhaps enjoying what it feels like to dance in our room with no clothes on at all, the lotions and perfumes to accent the sweetness of our skin, the mysteries lying beneath the lines of makeup we play with on our face. I love how playful and fun it can be! It feels very much in my nature to be feminine. And because of this, I fancy getting my nails done from time to time.
So today I decided I would go to a different salon than I normally go to. A lovely Vietnamese lady began helping me choose nail colours and so forth, and as soon as I sat down I knew that going to this new salon was for a reason. She began opening up to me about her life story and all that she has endured. She is a single mother raising three teenage children on her own. She explained to me how money is very tight for her when trying to raise a family by herself, and that she just began classes at a college in order to get a better paying job. She told me how she is nervous and scared because she is a first generation immigrant from Vietnam and her English isn't very good. She said she just hopes that she can pass the bare minimum atleast on her college exams, so that she can get a better job to support her family. She said that her kids are her everything and she has to do this for them and for herself.
It wasn't just the words that I heard, it was the strength and the courage in her voice. I could feel all of her emotions; her sadness from the divorce, her resentment and anger from knowing her ex has a new family and life and doesn't care to pay child support, her worry for her children and if they will grow up okay without a father figure, her anxiousness to move forward with her life, her excitement to do something outside of her comfort zone, her hope as every human hopes, that at the end of the day, everything will be alright.
When she finished telling me her story I looked her square in the eye and told her: "Your strength and your courage is incredible. Your kids are smart and they know this and see this. With or without a father, your example is enough for them to be the best they can be, as you are being the best you can be. You are on the right path."
I then went on to tell her that I have an educational background in teaching English as a second language. I would be willing to meet with her to tutor her if she needs help completing her courses, free of charge. She didn't want to accept this and I knew she wanted to re-pay me, so I had an idea and said: "I love Vietnamese food. I'd be happy to accept your cooking as pay!" She laughed and said she would love to cook for me.
While leaving the salon that day, I left her a generous tip and had to give her a long, warm hug. She was in tears and said that God was listening today. It was beautiful and sacred and I felt as though she was right, divine intervention had worked its magic and I knew I had made a new friend.
As I drove to my second job, I reminisced on where I come from; my own family heritage and history. On how my grandparents on my Mother's side were first generation immigrants from Indonesia. How they had very little money, knew very little English and knew almost nothing about the land and culture of Canada. They had nine children to feed, house and clothe, and worked hard for years doing everything from cleaning toilets to sewing clothes to make ends meet. Through all of this they still had this amazing capacity to love and to give. They would open up their small home, barely big enough for the eleven of them, to foster children and orphans who didn't have a home of their own. They would feed people who needed food by cooking bags of rice that they could buy for cheap and handing out bowls of warm rice to feed hungry bellies. My Mom even told me that people used to knock on their door and ask if their house was the Bingo Hall because there'd be so many cars parked outside and love and laughter and music emanated from the inside.
I thought of my Grandpa Moore on my Dad's side and his pioneering instincts. How his family was one of the first family's to settle in the B.C. area due to my Great Grandpa's need for adventure and faith in the world. How he always had very little growing up, but worked hard until the day he died to ensure his future generations would be okay. He even helped my parents build the first house I was born in at the age of 75, where upon my Dad told him it wasn't necessary and he should be resting at his age, but he insisted because he knew building it served an important purpose. If that isn't a Pioneer's Spirit, I don't know what is. My Grandpa also reaped the rewards of his hard work, but he wasn't one to hoard his money. What I remember most of my Grandpa was how much he gave. Whether it be a good cause like a charity of some kind, to a community event, to a family member who was struggling, he was always there with an open hand and wallet; at one point I remember people calling him the "Moore Bank" as he was always writing cheques and giving away his money to people in need.
Although the small act of kindness I experienced today was far and few between the greatness my ancestors have given, that same greatness is instilled in me. It is with the greatest honour that I remember their hard work, their spirit and their capacity to give. I would not have the luxuries I do today, if it weren't for their efforts and perseverance and by luxuries I include a Whole Lotta Love. I can only hope that one day I will be able to give in the same regard as they did, and to inspire those who need it most.
Today I take a step to be at my best, as I know the lady I met is doing the same. Together we walk hand in hand, and we nurture our right to be abundant and happy. Don't forget to look the next person you meet in the eye, and remind them of their beauty. After all, it's in the little things.

Unlocked

More often than not, I think of you.

It's funny how it comes and goes.

But it's always there and it always knows,

we're flying somewhere in space and time

yeah we're together and we rhyme.

And the mind is such a powerful thing

the way it twists and turns

frets and sings

lines upon lines
and into parallels
like a fret board on a guitar.
Is this heaven or is this hell?
I can hear it's a little off she says,
so she fine tunes the off beat keys.
Playing by ear keeps her in focus,
she's kind of thrilled by the tease.
Everyday we're creating and dreaming
up something new.
Do you think of me?
Cuz I think of you.
And all this thinking and wondering
got me goin' a little bit crazy.
But that's okay darling
when it's right it's worth the waiting.
And it's like all these tiny conversations
create this bigger picture in my mind;
and then I get scared and think
is this all an illusion?
In reality are we really blind?
Am I everything I'm cracked up to be?
Are you everything you appear to be?
Are we building something of a catastrophe?
Is this even real to me...
Whoa. That's some mind blasting.
Russell Peters you said it dawg.
I can't even explain, but I'll try my best.
Just then she hears the beat of her heart...
it's deep breaths, deep breaths...
guiding lights, remembering
the music orchestrated in her being.
Yes, you passed the test.
I can see you peeking
around the corners of your box.
It's not like I'm really waiting
I'm just here open and unlocked.
There's no mystery, no fear to be
something unattainable in reality.
Convention keeps us locked in chains
I know the feeling, I know the drain.
Please rest your head, please hold your heart
I'm different than the reason you fell apart.
I've come full circle, I hope you'll see
and moreso that you'll feel,
that love is freedom
and it's realer than real.

Silicone Dreams

Home is where your heart is
but do you feel it beating?
Like a silicone dream has it been covered
tactfully
hiding what is true.
The world influenced by superpower
and its American dream
And calling it a "superpower" to make the rich richer
and the poor
poorer
is beyond me.
We wait for Superman while we bring home the bacon.
My dad was bringing home bacon
My mama was greeting, all smiles, the milkman
I always wondered about the fruit.
All of that labour and no nutrition.
But I carried on sweet cherry pie, and I let me ride
Slow down child you move too fast
With so many dreams to conquer and never enough hours
in one day.
And where I'll find them?
Out West, as stern as my daddy told me.
"Wealth is power" he said
I didn't know 'til now wealth could be anything else than bacon.
And there was no way in hell daddy agreed with the Vegans.
So pigs were slaughtered and daddy brought it home,
while mama washed away spilled milk.
And still she cried.
Home is where the heart is,
that's what they told me
But do you feel it beating?
Or have you learned to adjust to a rhythm
that gets louder,
louder,
louder
until suddenly
it stops.

A Tale of Two Men

I met you in joy
I met you in joy riding

I saw your sparkling eyes
I saw your eyes sparkling

I kissed your sweet lips
I kissed your lingering tongue

You made my heart skip a beat
You beat my heart

You laid your hands on me...
You laid your hands on me.

You said that "no matter what, even without me, it's all about simplicity"
You said that "no matter what, even without me, simple is me."

You knew how to fool around with me, you made me laugh
You knew how to fool around on me, you made me cry

I was walking on sunshine
I was walking on eggshells

I would stay up in the night thinking of you
I would stay up in the night worrying of you

You knew how to get excited with me
You knew how to get irritated with me

When I left, we danced in your car all the way there
When I left, we didn't speak all the way there

You helped me to know love.
You helped me to know love.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Calm Seas

Wanderlust to wonder lust ashes to ashes dust to dust that's what they were
killed for.
Open hands skies are falling
those that feel tend their calling in the field of
wonder.
Flying high learning to soar
away you say
but nothing more
than tasting air upside down and
that's where I turned my frown.
Even though the stream is ever lasting I'll forever sow and be casting
the line of your heartbeat
so that when you bite,
I'll know to reel it in toward mine.
Feeling this real
never
tasted
so
good.

On and On ...

My cipher keeps moving like a rolling stone.

This morning I awoke with a curiously beautiful feeling within my heart. And it was all due to the most wonderful dream. I do usually write down my dreams in my journal, but today, I felt as though it would be more appropriate to blog and let whoever wants to read these words settle within their hearts as well. When I have a wonderful experience, I can't help but want to share it. That is a grand part of our purpose in this journey, is it not?

Before drifting to dream works last night, I was engulfed in emotions of all kinds. Confusion, pains, sadness, curiousity, hopelessness, playfulness, longing, happiness, love. Like a movie reel playing across the top of my third eye, I was watching pictures and videos of my memories. The memories I had with the one I thought was the one, and then memories of the one who brings joy and love to my heart. Beautiful bearers of light and lesson. Floating across my field of vision.

And with wallops of letting go, in and out, in and out...I slowly began to drift off into my highest senses. I remember being in a parking lot with my mother. We were fighting and arguing about something, and I remember that old familiar feeling of wanting to be the most powerful in the conversation, wanting more control. I was feeling angry toward her, violent even, and I wanted to thrash out with my physical might. While feeling this, I walked toward the store and went in. The store seemed to be a kind of craft store. There were all kinds of artistical goodies like things you'd buy if you were into needlework, scrapbooking, drawing and painting. I felt like I was there to buy something for my friend Tina, who's an avid craftswomanaholic. I was looking at different kinds of needlework that she might like, when out of the corner of my eye I see a young boy. This boy seems to be around the age of ten or eleven physically, yet in his presence, I felt as though he were closer to his thirties. Like being in the presence of a young, handsome man. He caught me by surprise, because he began talking to me as if he was hitting on me. I was a bit confused and taken aback because he looked so young but acted as if he was alot older, and so he began asking me about what I was buying, and if I'd like to go for a coffee sometime. He was with an older gentleman as well, who looked as though he was his father, or the one taking care of him, and the man just looked at me and smiled as if to say, "oh boys will be boys!"

I smiled back, sighing, thinking to myself, I guess they come in all ages. And I just tried to ignore the boy. But the boy was persistent, and very inquistive of me. He kept asking me questions and pressing on, not in an annoying way, but in a way that was quite impressive to me. I began to look at him a little closer, and more deeply in the eyes, and as soon as I did this, he looked back at me and said "Stephanie"

"...you might first reach out for your OWN gatekeeper. This is a guide that will control the sort of entity that is allowed to come through to you; it will only allow loving, positive entities in. You can establish a sign, symbol or other form of identification as sort of a "password" for your gatekeeper."

I asked him how he knew my name, and he told me, "It's simple really, I'm psychic." And I laughed, but knew in my heart what he was saying was true.

Little did I know in my dream, that this was one of my spirit guides giving me the "password" that I set up for myself, telling my own spirit that this entity is a safe one. By saying my name "Stephanie" it reminded me that I knew this person, and that he knew me, and it was okay to proceed.

And so I felt myself becoming more trustworthy, more interested in what this boy had to offer me. He had a familiar light in his eyes, and all of a sudden I realized I could see his aura. It was blue. Surrounding him was a blue light and his eyes reflected the same beautiful hue.

He began to walk with me outside, flirting and laughing with me the entire way. He was flirting with me in a pure, whole hearted kind of way, asking me out for coffee, as if to mock the traditional systems of our day with the man approaching the woman with the typical line. Knowing that I knew full well those systems are tired and I have only to laugh at them at the end of the day. In doing this, he wanted me to warm up to him and begin to remember who he is. And so we got back in my car, my mother drove. We drove to a place, and he told us to stop. He asked me to get out of the car, and we both got out and sat on the pavement. While my mom waited in the car, we were both sitting cross legged, facing eachother on the pavement. I don't remember consciously everything that he was saying to me at that point, but I do remember him making me feel calm and centered. And after a little while, he proceeded to put his hand on my back. As soon as he did this, I felt my entire being fill with full, immaculate, bright white light. The centre of my core was beating and flowing in and out with this humongous strong white light and he told me that "These are your wings"

As soon as he said that, I remember feeling a bit scared all of a sudden, and I tried to tell him to stop. "Stop it...stop it..." but I said this softly, knowing that I didn't really mean it. Knowing that it was just my old belief systems that have been made to fear the light in the past were coming up and finally undone. As soon as I felt the fear flow through me, I remember feeling like he let had let go of the reins, and let me feel the massiveness of my own power. And so I began to let go. I began to feel the rich immaculate white light seep through every piece of my entire being, and I let it into every part that I knew I had. I opened up to it and to its entireity, and it was breathtakingly beautiful. I remember feeling it encapsulating me and feeling myself trusting in it and letting my fears go...letting it become me, and then, realizing that it has been me all along.

The light slowly came back to earth. And there the little boy was, smiling with tears in his eyes. Looking into me with those deep blues. As though to say, "now you know who you are, don't forget it. never forget."

And with that, we went back into the car, I remember hearing him making jokes and laughing. Me sitting beside him, speechless...feeling the aftermath of what I had just felt within myself. And then my cell phone rang. Uknown Name and Number And it was this angry man with a rusty sounding smoker's voice, and he was telling me how I had done something wrong! I did this to paige! And i thought to myself....whatever this man is talking about, I have no idea. And without judgment, I hung up on him. The little boy smiled at me and let me do what I needed to do. And we saw the man who seemed to be his guardian at the store, waiting for him at the next stop. I opened the door for the boy and gave him a big hug and a loving kiss on the cheek. He jumped out of the car and began acting like a little boy again, pretending to be broken as he limped toward his guardian, pretending that he had just done a big job and was so "exhausted"...and I remember looking at him and giving into fear again thinking "oh god...i did that to him!...is he okay??" And then I looked up at his guardian who was just smiling at the boy, with a smile of knowing on his face, like "come on...let's go now silly."

And with that, the little boy stopped pretending to limp and began running toward his guardian. And as he did, he looked back at me and gave a wink.

I woke up just then to the sound of my dad calling my name "Stephanie!...Stephanie! Are you up yet!?" And I jolted awake, "....Yep...Yes! Yes I am!"

Bzzzzzt. Bzzzzzt. My cell vibrated two seconds after that on my night table beside me. And there was my cousin Carly, texting me saying how she can't wait to talk to me again.

I always take the significance of what happens before and after my significant dreams as well. And I realized now that the two people in my waking life who have been my Spirit Guides for my entire life were the two people who woke me that morning. I have many more guiding me in this life, most definitely, but they are the most significant ones as of right now. And they were right there, to greet me to the waking dimension again.

I'm in awe of how powerful love is. It's the strongest force in the universe, and it's infinite. It will never run out and it will always be there. And it seems to come to you at the most beautiful moments when you find yourself needing it the most.

may love, god, spirit, buddha, jesus or erykah badu, whomever you choose to call it, bless you all.

Remember who you are. Remember your infinite power. Remember your infinite love.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!!!!

I love you so very very much.

~Stephanie

Don't Come Back At All.

You couldn't stand seeing my true love
Because you don't know it within yourself.
So you took it away from me.


Who do you think you are? Running around leaving Scars. Collecting your jar of hearts. And tearing love apart.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8v_4O44sfjM

Don't come back to me.

Don't Come back At All.

Our Song

Thoughts and thoughts and eyebrows a' twiddlin'
That's where I seem to be right now.
Hours and hours to go before fiddlin'
That's what I thought when I tipped over that cow.
Somewhere down the land and valley
A Johnny Cash tune rang in my head.
Somewhere down the road of my mind
I felt the song you sang me instead.
Oh, what a Beautiful Mess this is
It's like we're picking up trash in dresses.
And the lead of the pencil scribbled...
And the heart of that little girl giggled...
And after a time, the sound sank through.
It sank through to the pit of her stomach.
It sank through to the pit of her heart.
And with that, she softly remembered
Like waking from a colourful dream
full and mixed and layered of dimension.
Waking life never took so long to awaken to
But here we are, here we are.
We're still here.
Through lanes of walking, alleys of wandering
and hours of wondering
We become what we've always wondered about.
We've become what we've always fought about.
We've become what we've always preached about.
We are what we've always been.
Reflections of God.
Heaven on Earth.
And yes, folks.
Fellow friends
dearest soul mates of the grandest kind
It's more than safe to say
That the joke's on us.
I hope you laugh
I hope you know joy
I hope you jump into your passion
without fear or contradiction.
I hope you remember who you've always been.
And through it all, I'll be here
Singing our song

Love,

Stephanie

Notes on the Road: Avec Mon Beau Ami

Something I wrote in a car while a beautiful man friend of mine sat beside me, taking the wheel.

June 2nd, 2010

Driving. Needing to write again. You never know when inspiration strikes. And here it happens to be in a car with this companion I find myself with again. Did I tell you that he reminds me of my dad? I don't always know what to think about that when it crosses my mind, but it definitely crosses my mind. It's the little things he does. The way he explains things, how they all sound like fact rather than fiction. The way he uses his hands to describe those facts. And sometimes the way he describes doesn't always come out in a way that makes sense, but to him it does. As if everything he says, he believes that since he understands it, then everyone else should, too. And I smile. I glanced behind me today and saw him sitting on a piece of log tying something up, his mind furiously and heartily at work, reaching a purposeful means to an end. And I smiled. His eyes have a kind of compassion mixed strength with abandon. And I feel as though I understand. As of now, I glance over, and he drives and drives and looks outside and I can hear his thoughts as he is gauging when the next fateful rapid will be. Numbers, calculations, logistics and disgruntlements and then. Remembering. What it's like to feel again. What it's like to see this stranger he is driving around, welcoming her into his hometown, wondering of the mind that works in her head. And remembering love. Somehow, it reminds me of a kind of up and down infrastructure that never quite gets fully built. The mechanical pieces of a tall tower, calculating the widths and heights of things, and then, realizing that to reach the top, and finish the tower, would be futile anyway. Realizing that it's impossible to reach the top, because there's never truly a finish line. Never truly an end. Just this journey of building and nurturing and enduring and colouring and expanding. And just when you feel like giving up, giving in, letting go, you remember all over again. I feel as though I need to laugh out loud at this peculiar veil we wear in our heads. The one that separates our brains into "left" and "right" into "good" and "evil" into "right" and "wrong" into "black" and "white." This man behind the curtain. This spooky devil we thought was playing tricks on us. The one we also labelled god. The one we also named religion. The one we also named Human. Because, after all, "we're only human" and that's our only excuse until we think we get old. Being "only human." We are more than that when we lift the veil, the joke that's been on us the whole time, the one that we've ultimately created for ourselves on this Earth realm. We are more than what we thought we were, more than human. More than we thought we ever were meant to be and then some. And all thats left, in the "end," are the colours of us. Colours of you, colours of me, colours of all that exists. A timeless music on a string guitar, a song through the voice of a bird, a flight of its first morning feed. The one who soars by and sees that there is an angel sitting there on the rock, listening to the heart beat. Listening to the flow of the Universe. Paying attention with eyes awake. And she smiles at the bird, after sending out a signal that she Knows, and is grateful for the angel that passes by in return. Trusting and Turning is always a grand scheme.

I Love You.

Tidings

If ever the Universe changed its flow
I would change along with it.
If ever the poppies changed colour
row on row
I would change along with them.
Like the power in the rapids
what seems a fight
is only a cycle,
a cycle that sings of many becomings.
Some say you have to guage
the water just right;
through measurement, timing and reaction.
I say listen with the spirit of life
and gain the sweet knowledge
the sweet satisfaction.
The kind that brings two souls together
that listens to their fateful call.
The kind that holds on to the lessons
that change the Universe, that change All
That Is.
That is what it's like to watch the struggle
that seems to be one among the waves.
And yet, if you look a little closer,
if you take away the crashing sound
you hear what is beneath the roar.
You will see this beautiful dance
as it works together
in a paradoxical harmony
One that re-defines again and again
the flow of your fateful Universe.

Fixed Fires

What more can be said
of the ways of the world
that hasn't been said or felt before?
The opening of hearts
the freeing of souls
the corners of those wicked doors.
A test of time; or so they say
A test that lasts within your day.
Those pesky moments
the ones we forget
the ones we've covered
with a cloud of cigarette.
And all the while
they stay enclosed
through the sacred spots
inside your soul.
The gems of life
that which we call love
the ones we've labeled
heaven from "above"
And down "below"
is just the same
the playing fields
of this polar game.
But ah, alas, the time is nigh
the time when all the earthlings sigh.
This funny time of shifts and turns
when all the books in the fire burn.
And some will look upon and yell
"the antichrist is here in hell!"
And some will panic and disengage
and watch their systems fall as they rage,
where do we go from here?
And some will look upon the lot
and see those coals within the fire
the one that burned the many books
and Know of the gems glowing gently.
Why do you smile?
Why do you wear that wicked look?
That sparkle in your eye?
They'll question and question and wonder how,
How could she be so cunningly sly!
I know she's up to something.
And as the one who smiles reflects back
the tidings of love she has for thee,
She opens her heart to the joy of the moment
the one that marks her purpose in history.
The one that rises above the ashes,
who knows no glory without the phoenix
Who is the Keeper of Triality
beyond the angels and the 666.
Who sees the gems within the fire,
the one that burns those beautiful tales
of human life and all its desires
The dramas, the passion and all it entails.
And as the crowd disperses away,
scratching their heads wondering of the day
The day the world will cease to exist...
The one who smiles has warmth in her heart
As she knows the rage of the fire
is as beautiful as the coals that burn beneath it.
For the only way the tales can be set free
is if they burn with vibrancy
leaving a mark of glowing gems
that the one who smiles
can see.

Erykah Badu Cover - Call Tyrone

A cover that I sang a couple years back. I wanted to post this as an ode to getting in touch with my self again. It's been a rocky road the past few years of my life, and I honour what I've been through. I want to take the "good" and the "bad" with only one thing: beautiful oppurtunity. I know now, that if I can do one thing for myself, and therefore for the world, it would be to spread the love and the healing power. So if I can channel love energy through writing, dancing or singing, I can be a part of this beautiful thing we call life on time and on purpose. I know the only way I can do that is if I live in passion, and the things that have always made my heart beat with joy are writing and music. Here is the first of many others I plan to post.

One Love Y'all.

Soul Fibers

A tapestry of time
too young to be refined,
In all it's many glories
the way of the big wide world.
The longing in our minds,
the rhythm in our hearts
the mending in our souls,
These are the details in the fabric.
Somewhere, somewhere,
we know for certain,
we know, we know, we Know.
If at any time,
you wonder what the answer,
let up the freedom of "yes"
let up the freedom of "no"
let up the freedom
of all that is gray.
Let Up the Freedom
of All that Is.
This is the thread that weaves your magic.



In Joy,

Stephanie

An Ode to You, In regards to "They"

And so it is...just like you said it would be. My life, in the space time continuum...in the level called the linear...is now at a kind of a crossroads. Something out of a Sweet Valley High novel, or one of those chick flicks you get to follow the heroine in who Lindsay Lohan happens to play. Would I call this feeling close to being that cheesy? In respects to my highest self, I would have to say so. But I do have my low days...and the drama and emotional antics of my 21 year old self tend to get the better of me. Those that I love take the brunt of it, but hey, that's why "they" say you love them in the first place right? Because love wouldn't be love without frustrating the hell out of the loved one.
What about what "they" say anyway? And who and in what town did it get any success story to become successful, in regards to following what "they" say all of the time? "They" say that education is number one, that without it, you CAN'T achieve success. "They" say that when you do earn a degree, and you get a well paying job doing it, it doesn't matter how you FEEL about being in that job, as long as you have health benefits and dental. "They" say that without dieting pills, you must be on some kind of pill, or you're doomed. "They" say that without the right lipstick shade, you'll never find the right man. "They" said that women were not allowed rights, and neither were black people. "They" said that a black president was unheard of.
Well look at where "they" ended up.
And I am going to continue to challenge "them" and "they" and all of those champions who think that just because they can write something in a textbook, it makes it legit throughout the ages.
I won't even get into the last time that happened; with the Bible.

That is my rant blog today :)

Hurray for "they"! And all of the wonderful oppurtunities to make history.

Loving You World

~Me.

Mama Said, Mama Said

My mother...what can I say about that woman? Well, I would start off by saying that I am grateful she is playing in the role she is. She is a beautiful light and a beautiful dark for me. When i see her listening to music, dancing to music, singing to the music, laughing out loud...I see the glow that my father fell in love with. The glow that ultimately, made me :). She is the wondrous mind chatter that I all too often fall into throughout the delusional parts of the day. The reflection on my soul when she tells me she's worried, she's tired, or she just needs a good warm hug. My truth is my mother. And I love her dearly.
And as much as I love her, she will continuously be asking me the "motherly" questions that all mothers ask as they play the role of their time.
Today she asked me, in less words: "Do you know what you want to be yet when you grow up? Will you ever go back to school? Please go back to school..."
She didn't say it that literally, but I'm her daughter, I pick up on these things.
Well, I told her...I'm building my character right now. I thought that was pretty clever. And rightfully so! I do feel like I am learning a ton about who I am, thanks to my awkward, wondrously chaotic and exhausting relationship with my boyfriend. I feel the need to travel and explore. I am in the midst of this changing "New Earth" that is forever changing and becoming new again. And i want to celebrate! I have a strong cosmic desire to travel abroad and to see new faces, new scenery, new culture....and as new as they all may seem, they will all be angel friends that I will remember all over again.
I did go to university straight outta h-school. (I just felt like being "G" just now...using "straight outta" does that to you) Anyway, I went for 2 and a half years in aspirations of becoming a teacher. And while doing so I began to remember who I am....I began to recognize my essence, become aware of what it means to be conscious....and I realized that I already was a teacher. That I have been this whole time! That i'm a student as well in this thing we call Life, and that there are so many other teachers and students that I've been blessed and continue to meet.
And so...i'm writing papers...i hear professors telling me "the deadline for this is in three weeks. You'd better get started now"...i experience the clouded mornings of my late night paper rendezvous' and the heavy sighs as another professor tells me, "you need to be more CLEAR in your paper, what are you trying to say EXACTLY? Use the format correctly. Are you using the format correctly? You need to follow the standards. You need to be more CLEAR."
So wait a tick....you want me to "flourish in the creativity that is university English writing" ...yet you want me to follow a strict format, a strict guideline and play within these little boxes. Oh yeah, and make sure you are "clear." Clear according to whom exactly? According to "university standards?" According to your one minded perspective? According to all of the Gods that decided this is what a university English paper should look like. And it should always stay that way. No matter what.
Well, reality check: We are the Gods.
We have created this whole game of "university" everything's ...this whole game of Life. And we have the power to change it. Since, ultimately, it's created by humans (who are spirits really) and since it has been created by Us, it can be changed by Us as well. We all just have to agree upon the change. And that's where the blessing/challenge comes in.
And so, after some humble frustration, I decided that the university game was one I was not about to endeavor just yet. I feel the need to create and flourish in other things. Such as remembering to breathe throughout the day. Smiling genuinely at the cashier who tells me "have a nice day"...to thoroughly enjoy the Plucot's that I just purchased today. (When a plum and an apricot make love).
I feel the need to explore the world at new levels of myself and of everyone else. And I feel the need to express that in any beautiful way I can. Will that become a career? A full paying "job?" I can guarantee it.
Let us embrace this game of Love. Let us play joyfully with one another and respect the Gods that we are. Let us give a thorough high five to our moms. And thank them for their continuous motherly questions. She gives me the blessing already as she asks/bombards me with the question, as within the question, lies the answer already. And this is it.
Love to you all <3

It makes a Word of A Difference

Oh my first official Blog. Ever. Would you say the pressure is on? I would say, Nah...let us not judge ourselves or our words or the processes of our thoughts. This is what "blogging" is for is it not? Getting all that mind chatter out of your brains and allowing it all to flow somewhere freely. It's kind of funny the words that are in the "becoming" of our generation and generations to come. First we would have called something like this as simple as "writing." Back when the paper and the pencil was all there was. From there calligraphy was introduced and we came up with words like "handwriting" and "scripting" possibly even "scrawling" or "scribbling" when things got out of hand. And from things getting out of hand, we invented computers which then allowed us the novelty of "word processing" complete with spell check and those red and green squiggly lines that are just waiting to show up and annoy you while you wonder, how in the bejesus did i spell the word "colour" wrong? (after a conversation with my all-knowing father, American spelling: color, Canadian spelling: colour)
Oh the borders are even in the words. But then again, to put a positive spin on the perspective of me, i would say that in the spelling of both words, the fact that there is more than one, and they are both "spell-check correct" means that the right and the wrong in the spelling, in fact, don't exist! It's a free world again :) whew.
Anyway, now we have words like "e-mailing" and "blogging" and not only do these oppurtunities open up the efficiency of the act of writing, complete with quick and easy decor to add at a blog near you; more importantly, they allow the world to read the insides of you.
Whereas back in the day you would have all this stuff floating around in your mind, or perhaps just get a sudden cosmic urge to channel something, you would write it down, and perhaps a few would read it. If it was something remotely profound, and it had to be profound, you had to go through the process of finding a publisher to publish it and spend all this money without any guarantees that your book or piece of writing would even sell. And now, in this age, in this dimension, in this thing we call "time", we now have the absolute freedom to "jot" as much as we want, with as many spelling errors and slang as we want, N' we got somethin' real nice N' effin' gr8 to show the effin' world with nuthin' to stop us.
Anyway, the moral here is kids, that the fact that we have all of this technology allows us to have the blessing of connecting our hearts and not feeling so alone with the junk and more significantly, the beauty that makes us, well, Us.
We are presented with the oppurtunity to connect with another, all over this planet we call Earth, with the click of a keyboard key and then, the click of a button. So simple, yet so powerful. When you read someone else's blog and you think, yeah man. I can relate to that completely. Or, your heart may say something like: *sigh*...i needed that. Those are the kinds of things we as humans, and more importantly, spirits in these human bodies, need. Our spirits need the connection of others to re-affirm the connection that we have with ourselves.
Even me just typing this all out is re-affirming the connection I have with my essence, or what i like to call, my true self. The one that is without all of this mind chatter, and that just Knows.
So, as i begin this journey of what we now call "blogging" I now have the blessing of your hearts, and here is the blessing of mine in return.
Enjoy You! This is where You begin and end, all in the same moment :)

One Love! Have a wonderful day.