There’s no place for me to judge if any particular religion is better than the other. I don’t know if one is the “above all others”.
Over the years, I’ve grown to identify myself as a spiritual person. I know my intuition has never failed me. I know I’ve found great peace in a realm beyond mortal capability.
One quality that I’ve dearly cherished, is my sense of compassion. As an empath, I naturally absorb energy around me. I sense what has come in that precise moment; and, I’m able to extend what’s needed to help.
The religion I most identify with is Buddhism. My beliefs and moral compass align with their practices.
This is Buddhist Avalokiteshvara Kuan Yin Buddhism Statue
If you believe in nothing, consider this idea of empathy and concern for the well-being of others ❤️
Who am I? …. Have you ever asked yourself ? I’m curious to know how you responded. What did you think at the time? I wonder if, like me, you weren’t sure? Not entirely anyway.
In 2009, I started my discovery of who I am. I researched my health. I went to the doctor with the information and plan of action. I studied my personality test results. I researched about Highly Sensitive People. I wanted to believe I knew who I was. I wanted to believe I do know who I am.
That became me, what felt normal. I felt like I had a sense of self.. that I had worked through the crises and trauma of my childhood; and, I made it!
Roughly two months ago, something within me changed. I realized both of my two daughters were going to be school… 7 hours a day, 5 days a week… and my baby at her dad’s on the weekends.
That would follow 8.5 years of having AT LEAST one little child at home. It’s following, 24/7/365 days of attending to my kids. Picking up after them, bathing them, changing and dressing them, rocking and nursing, feeding and nurturing them. I literally made them my life.
Motherhood became “what I was good at”!
Before this chapter, I excelled in school.. I knew I was good at getting A’s! I enjoyed school. It seemed so much more simple than when I started in 2003. The difficult part of life was fairly over. I believed I could handle anything.
Ironically, though, at the same time, I wasn’t good at being “married”! Nope! I’ve been married twice and both were unhealthy codependency (not in a form of drugs!).
Was I good at being a friend? Hmmm. I was apart of a church. I was attending a fellowship group. I made attempts to create friendships in school. Everywhere I was, in every social settling, I wasn’t comfortable. I felt “literally felt the uncomfortable and awkward energy” in every one. That was without saying, members of the church would all congregate for some special reason or no reason.. and I would just so happen to find out, not be invited, whatever.
In a place that is suppose to be filled with a pure love, it was filled with favorites.. whispers.. facades of religion Jesus followers.. who only accepted a version of you.. or not at all.. because you are who you are…
When I came out as Bisexual, in 2009, I FINALLY felt comfortable in my own skin. I felt like I just threw opened the castle gates, for once in a long time. Anna from Frozen, best describes the freedom and joy in that moment.. when truth feels like it’s been achieved.
A divorce followed. A horrible broken heart followed that. Loss by the masses kept happening. Because I “chose the path” to sin? No! Because Truth should be hidden? No!
Because the world is comfortably complacent. In many world’s “Why fix what isn’t broken?”
So this leads me back to present time, kids start school.. And I FREAK OUT!!
Because I don’t know what else I’m good at! I have bad spells of anxiety because nights when my girls arent here, it’s literally too quiet sometimes. It’s so difficult to handle sometimes. I don’t know how to be or what to do with myself aside from mothering!
I suddenly feel all out of control.. Again! I feel uncomfortable and insecure. I feel such little confidence in my mental scenarios.
It’s a phase of transformation. It’s making me uncomfortable and doubtful.
I’ll be going through this for some time, I’m afraid. If anyone has any words of encouragement, I’d really appreciate it 💓
I’ve been fascinated by the dead for as long as I can remember. I actually feel this sense of obligation to walk cemeteries, to visit the people buried there… and to talk and listen to them. I’m not driven to antagonize spirits, or to summon them into my presence. I sit where ever I feel led; and, I wait for their lead. This recording is today, about 30 mins ago.
Whenever you work with the paranormal, please do so responsibly. To them, we are strangers, interfering in their space, as much as we feel like same.
In the comments below let me know if you hear anything specifically. As always stay safe, speak life, and spread kindness 💗💗🙏🏼🙏🏼
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Silence all the nonsense of that vigorously drains your spirit, and listen for your truth. Fight every obstacle that attempts to detour you. You’re heading to a greater life.
Allow yourself to have faith in the unseen. Allow yourself the contentment of accepting what is, come to terms with it. Embrace the unknown because it’s possible that things will turn out for your good. It’s possible that you will evolve from the experience.
What we SAY to ourselves, becomes what we believe. What we believe should ALWAYS be what we deserve! (NOT what we THINK we deserve) 🙏🏼
Speak life into yourself!
“ I seek guidance from all the energy of my being. May I be a vessel in the intention of the great picture. I hope to be a pathway from the old to the new. I desire, with my whole being, to fulfill a purpose of enlightenment, inspiration, encouragement, empowerment, kindness, hope, love, and grace! “
Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.
To intentionally and consistently focus on the good in my life. Please feel free to add your contributions in a comment below.
Corn on the Cobb
“Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.”― Ralph Waldo Emerson
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In a far far off land, GreenBryer, two huntsman were deep in the forest. The year had taken them through Summer, and hints of Autumn blanketed the area. Cool breezes were wrestling the tree branches. The leaves were only just beginning to alter color. The morning dew laid glistening the ground.
As the huntsman stabbed the grown with their walking sticks, birds chirped and squirrels sat nibbling on their latest meal. The grass shifted and rabbits came dashing past their feet.
Greenbryer was established on an old Native American farm land. From generation to generation since, families continued farming, thus producing rich fertilizer for the soil. The harvest tastes better than anything store bought. The flavor is like a party is the mouth, and the sight of such makes the towns people salivate.
The huntsmen head out to these woods once a week for catching deer. The wives create many meals with very little. Upon this particular excursion, as the men approached Devil’s Drop, a stunning sight abruptly stopped them in their tracks.
The Great Buck stood at the edge, noble and proud as ever. Legend has it Chief Chippewa and Haritow were the leaders of the Cherokee Native Americans in the area. They were inseparable; the best of companions. When the buffalo stamped threatened the settlement, Chief and his right hand buck chased them out. When the October rain flooded the watering system, the two assured everyone kept safe and the water rerouted. When a child was born, Haritow laid with him/her the evening of birth… establishing a trust between the two.
The men stood warned. His ghostly figure had only been seen the eve of a great disaster. They bowed their heads in gratitude and hurried back to ground.
Despite his royal status, and the endless riches, despite his physical difficulties, during his reign as a young man, he never grew imperious in character. He was Pharoah; but he behaved as would any male his age. I admire this about him because those years are emotionally confusing and hormonal.
MoonChild has family roots that tie her to The Sioux Native Americans. She doesn’t live a lifestyle similar to her heritage; however, she respects and practices the basic fundamental truths.
One cold Friday night, Moonchild heard a noise outside her living room window. She’s never had issues with intruders; but, there’s a first time for everything. She grabbed her rifle, tucked in a locked box, behind her bedroom door, and stepped out onto her porch.
“Hello? Who’s out there?”, She shouted, with her rifle ready to fire. Being a single mom of two daughters, she was always ready to fight and protect.
She heard no response. She repeated the question, ” Hello?! I know you’re close. Come out into the light and no one gets hurt!”
Suddenly, she heard little whimpers.
“Huh??” She uttered.
Slowly, she made her way down the steps, and noticed several pawprint tracks in the snow. Her heart sunk; “Oh my!” She thought to herself. Whatever animal was close, couldn’t be very big. The prints explained that much.
She slowly stepped off the last step, and moved toward the direction of the prints. The moon was full, a beautiful blue and lit up the snow.
Just around the backside of her tool shed, huddled in a hole dug in the far right corner, where a beautiful pack of cold baby wolves.
She stared for a moment, then fell to her knees. Slowly, to not spook the babies, she sat on her heals and waited. MoonChild knew wolves were loyal to thier pack. If they were here, it’s highly likely adults of the pack were close.
The waiting turned into twenty minutes, and the North Dakota snow drift, especially this time of night at this time of year, is deadly. As if these precious babes understand her concern, they slowly made their way toward her. Sniffing first, to endure safety, one by one, they circled her.
She continued to be still, intuitively realizing she felt their trust. After another ten minutes, they were bouncing on and licking her.
Quickly, she gathered her precious pups, and hurried inside. They surely needed food and water.
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Love Yourself so that you RECOGNIZE alone isn’t LONELY…
You are OK… being alone with your badass self!
You are OK being at home, on your day off, decorating for Christmas, catching up on that book list you’ve been wanting to read, watching the makeup tutorials or moving around your place.
Recognize alone means you are doing life for you! You’re OK with quiet, you’re OK with your thoughts, who you are, comfortable with just as things are…
Being alone means you are single… Putting yourself first… Embracing your talents and interests, investing and promising to yourself. You are nurturing and guiding yourself to a higher self.
You decide your looks. You decide your morals and believes… All that does and /or doesn’t matter. You create your life, who you are. No one lives your life ; no one else is going to walk your steps… No one else will deal with your consequences. Your life is YOURS!
That’s the beginning of being comfortable, whether you’re with someone or not. That’s the beginning of the journey, because it’s you coming to know who you are. As you continue to travel that road, you realize that power of choice.
The rest of us don’t need to know, you are not in need of our validating… You only need one… YOURS! You first must embrace your confidence within yourself, for your life.
Being lonely is an Emptiness… It has absolutely NOTHING to do with relationship status. There are celebrities that are the loneliest. They’re committing suicide because money isn’t satisfying the human need of “purpose”. Loneliness is a character trait, alone is a status.
When you’re lonely, something is missing… And you’re always trying to fill that void with something temporary.
Being lonely means you feel a need… But, hear this, that need is ONLY what’s within yourself. You will NEVER fill that need from an external source. You were created an original, from a blueprint created by The Most High… Stitched together is a beautiful collection of strengths and flaws, attributes and blessings, thoughts, talents, and stories that only you can give.
The life of loneliness is confusion and ashamed of self, astranged peace of mind, Munipulation, brokeness, judgements and bitterness…. Loneliness is a mental place…
And it’s your place… Unless you choose to redecorate.
Good Morning Y’all. My brain is going a mile a minute, despite my lack of coffee intake. That’s very unusual, but, that’s the perfect adjective to describe my life right now.
It’s Thursday, a cold 25 degrees. I already miss summer. We’re up, getting my older daughter ready for school. She’s not entirely recovered from her head cold, but she’s feeling better. Calandra is doin ok. She’s mommy’s little sweet pea cuddle bug.
I’m alright, I suppose. One day at a time, working through the intensity of my emotions. Are there any other HSP’s or INFJs in the nearby blogosphere? If you know of someone, please introduce him/her to me. Anyway, back to these emotions. What I don’t understand makes me frustrated… When I get frustrated, I cry. Sometimes, I don’t believe it’s because of what initially happened, but some other aspect of the situation. For example, I’m not sad that my ex and I are not together, but how it happened has me really shook up.
Since I don’t go out much, I socialize on apps. This one has been my favorite by far. I can’t imagine my life without writing. Of course I don’t feel I’m a big deal, or that I even write exceptionally well. I do feel writing is an outlet for me to convey my thoughts. It’s a platform (that’s the word I was trying to find the other day! Facepalm) to release and create. The possibilities are endless, and my thoughts are on paper. I can create a short story about a love I wish happened to me.. or an ending I feel better suited for my ex. It’s my writing, and I may write as I please. There’s so much freedom in that.
Ok, well you all have a fantastic Thursday. The weekend is almost here. Keep warm if you’re in that part of the globe. Keep an eye out for future posts.