BLESSED ABUNDANCE

Yesterday I went to the store to get a supplement my daughter told me about. The woman who owns the store did a small kinesiology session on me, I was kind of impressed because I’d been wondering if I needed magnesium and that is the only extra supplement she told me to get. She also told me there was a sense of grief and loss…how do I change that feeling to blessed abundance?
BLESSED ABUNDANCE, this is what I SEEK. Why has it been so elusive? This morning I woke up at 4am, that was Brooklyn’s magic hour…OMG…he was even concerned about my output…he NURTUREd ME more than anyone has in my entire LIFE…I’m sorry, please FORGIVE ME, thank you, I LOVE you.
I realize how most of my LIFE my prevalent thoughts have BEen, “Leave ME alone”…I’m sure over 5 years is enough alone TIME; the last few years of my marriage, eventually everyone left and that’s okay BEcause they were draining and their LOVE was conditional, it took years of feeling abandoned, unloved, unwanted…
This dis-EASE feels like it’s on it’s last leg. My daughter in law walked BEhind me the other day and I got a dull stab like pain in my back, something different than I ever felt BEre…I wonder if my body was telling me something. Before I got Lymes I was asking that I know what is mine and what belongs to others, is this about me or is it about others? Lymes feels so far away now and I don’t have the energy to know anymore about it, I still feel like I BEcame another statistic to government MANIPULATION…the weakness, the fever, the 1800 mile drive, the two night stay at my son’s.

Last night I realized I need to let him go again. It’s hard to tell if he has some kind of  damage due to a few years of meth use in his teens. He has always BEen a mystery, even when he was little it was hard to tell if he was telling the TRUTH, saying what you want to hear, or joking with you. He is a very KIND SOUL, was always quite and sucked it up…i hate that i wasn’t stronger for my kids and I’m tired of feeling like it’s my responsibility to RELEASE THOSE KARMIC DEBTS NOW…his father always felt the drugs WEre a REFLECTion of who he was and could never see that he might have a part in IT.
I just realized part of the reason I cried for 3 months after I found out I was pregnant with my 3rd and last child was not only because I knew I wouldn’t get HELP in caring for 3 small children but also because I didn’t want to bring another child into his crazy making madness. I LOVE my CHILDREN more than anything IN THE WORLD…and part of this journey has been about letting them go, I can’t HELP them anymore, all I can do is BE the EXAMPLE but what example am I to them? After 5 years, I’m still homeless with no direction.
The last time I saw my daughter I told her I wasn’t going to have any business without a PARTNER…still no one is SHOWing UP, so I’ll PLAY while I’m in Mexico and hopefully I’ll BE taking a class with my grand daughter…or maybe my daughter in law in Ohio, maybe his whole FAMILY. If my dress design turns out, I’m sending her on an adventure, it would BE a great marketing tool I need to find a sustainable company to HELP promote BEre I leave.
I can’t SAVE the WORLD, maybe I could connect a couple cousins… I’m BEginning to feel overwhelmed by the CONNETIONs I SEE myself making… will I BE able to manage it all? How so I continue to keep myself FUELed? How do I stay GROUNDed when I don’t want to leave my head? Plus I have to take care of ME…today I AM going to infuse my water with BLESSED ABUNDANCE.

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Sit back and ENJOY THE RIDE

Last weekend I was in Sedona and activated my OkCupid account to show my sister who has been happily married for almost 50 years, what kind of guys are out there…I really wasn’t planning on keeping it open but shortly after I activated it, I got a message from a guy in another state. It’s only been a week but I think I’ve found a friend. In his last letter he indicated that he is interested in someone else and thinking about relocating…he rights letters as long as mine. I hope it lasts. Not just his friendship but his new love interest. I thought I’d found a friend over a year ago, eventually he disappeared…he wasn’t really looking for a friend. I used to pray he would hook up with a nice woman, I hope he’s found a mate by now. This new guy has been a licensed therapist for many years and tired of the minutia…

 
PS Are you able to retire or will you be looking for another job? Coaching is becoming trendy, more freedom to do what you do, and I would think less invasive than dealing with licensing and other legalities…just a thought
Lila
Sit back and enjoy the ride… enjoy the ride…that’s how all my e mails end, and I have to remind myself that every day…

 
I’m in my element when I help others… I wish there was someone helping me. It used to hurt but in the past couple years I’ve realized that no one really understands what I’m dealing with, no one understands my thought process, or they are uncomfortable with depth…shallow swimmers.

 
I’ve spent a lifetime helping others and the past few years have been learning to take are of me…

 
Something always leads me back to him. He seemed to know my physical needs before me…we would sit down and rest for 5 minutes every so often when we were working, he would get me a pillow or a blanket when we watched programs we both enjoyed, he got an ottoman for me. The second time I went to his house, one of the mirrors in his bathroom was lowered so I didn’t have to stand on my toes to look into it…

 
the ex didn’t notice when I went from a size 14 to a 6. Brooklyn noticed if I lost a couple pounds…we had the same tastes in food and both liked cooking, experimenting, and learning more. I’m usually more conscious of my food than anyone around me…he taught me to eat even better. the ex would rarely eat anything outside of candy, one time he had a toothache and would only drink water. I took him to the ER and they kept him for 3 days because his kidneys were shutting down and they couldn’t figure out why…

 
To go on can be torturous at times but what else do I have to hold on to? Who else shares my dreams and visions and likes to keep track of the money and economize?

 
the ex hated New Yorkers and Jews…daily I’m working on cutting the cord to one…maybe then I’ll attract someone more suitable for me. Some days I want to end it all but if I’m meant to be here I guess at this point all I can do have faith this uphill climb will level out, all I can do is sit back and enjoy the ride

things I AM tired of:

Hearing people say they feel alone but in the next breath, “thankfully my SO is by my side”, that my dear friend, is NOT ALONE, that is physical human support…where is mine?

I realize that I used him, probably not as much as he used me but then it wasn’t about keeping score. I was dependent on his boldness, his commanding voice, and how persuasive he could be, until I realized the multiple lives he led didn’t always resonate with mine. We are both chameleons but our intentions are different, his is ego driven and mine is for community. Eventually a couple people I thought were my friends associated my humor as being like his which helped validate how insignificant I felt.
People were focused on his achievements and his needs were greater than mine; I had lost a lot of weight by learning how to cook and eat better quality food, cured my shingles with a weed growing in my back yard, had a metal art business (I still carry some wounds over this, as well as the bath care business I was starting after I converted my welding shop into a soap factory). During that time he started getting back injuries and I was also caring for my grand daughter whos mother abandoned her…and a crap  load of other family dramas…including making a conscious decision to give up on trying to help one of my sons when he was 18… all of these are subjects no one wanted to talk about all people wanted to know was how he was doing.

 
I was reliant on his physical drive and stamina; I hated that I was always tired and maybe if I knew I processed the world different than most, learned self care and self regulation I wouldn’t have felt the need to take stimulants when I was 14…hopefully I’ll get one of my granddaughters onboard to help me develop a program to help others like me.

 
I crave his sexual drive; …every once in a while I’ll try playing alone but I get more pleasure from massaging my sore muscles or eating good food…I’m actually tired of doing anything alone…

 

I AM also sick of hearing people tell me they have confidence that I’ll figure it out; …and here I am, still bed hopping and dependent on my car and his monthly checks.

 
I AM finished with people thinking I know everything; if I did, I would already be self sustainable and not dependent on “his” money.

 
I AM drained from not being able to maintain connections because I don’t see the value of going over the same crap tptb want us to value, hearing stories about people I don’t know and can’t help, one sided or limited judgements;  I hold back knowledge because people aren’t interested in becoming better humans, and most of the time I feel like a fish breathing air, it’s rare to find people who are comfortable talking about deeper things, who have similar beliefs, values, and morals, and if you do, those are short lived, they drift away, and you feel like you need to compromise your own values at times to fit in. Living in the middle isn’t comfortable and most of the time I feel like I’m 30 ft below or 30 ft above everyone else…I know I’ll never measure up to my own standards but it doesn’t stop me from trying.

 

 

Today I feel like I’ve lived and eternity in the middle of everyone else’s stories while most people avoid mine; I’m pretty sure it’s because most people don’t understand my magical thinking or my story, what I make up takes them out of their comfort zone. A little bit of me goes a long way.

 
I’m exhausted from  living life in my head and accepting that I will find a person, place or thing that resonates with me, my desires, needs, and life goals.

 

I AM spent from not being able to effectively articulate my needs and wants to survive on this planet I don’t comprehend which include: business plans, study partners, teaching skills, daily massages and couples yoga. I have yet to see end goal but I know it’s a lot bigger than me… How do you define world domination? How does person do it all? What’s the use of continuing dreams and desires if yours have never created sustainable lives of their own??? How do I reverse this story, how do I transmute these unwanted words, today?

 

WHO DO I SAY I AM?

What parts of me do I describe?

Who have I decided I have become? The chameleon, the alien, the goddess, the crone…
Maybe the alchemist who in the past few years has discovered how to change the structure of plain drinking water into emotions; who has used breath to direct unwanted energy into the earth to be transmuted into sustainable energy…or up to the sun to be burned.
Or do I discuss the introverted empath who simultaneously wants to hide while being noticed; who feels/sees/hears the incongruencies of the world yet is a paradox of her own; who periodically needs to detach from the “real” world and cry about the things she cannot change…poverty, manipulation, greed, hate, subjugation…
Or maybe the tell tale sign of who I AM is what’s in my toolbox: a cloak of invisibility; pinwheels; bubbles; tapping; an infinite stream of possibilities; believing in human potential, a better day, a trust that the universe has my back, and a hope of a better day; accepting there is a reason; surrendering to outcomes; enough knowledge to set the world on fire; a thesaurus.
Or maybe what scares me. Finding others who, like me, are very individual and communicate in cryptic form. My take on it is that there is a knowing, maybe a truth, that is waiting for a blueprint. The visions are there ready to be articulated and waiting for the right cartographers to show up; their maps will change the rotation of the world. Not like Superman…this rotation is in the energy. It will be just like playing an old country western song in reverse, everything that was lost will soon be found.
But then I could be wrong, maybe I’m just a child lost in a fantasy…some days I’m that pink balloon searching for a place to land, some days I’m an egg, some days I’m a rock, some days I’m a multidimensional masterpiece…maybe I’ll never have the power to change the entire world but I know I have the power to change my own.

BIZZARO WORLD

The craziest summer ever will be over in another month, I hope to be over this dis-ease by then, but you never know. I’ve spent endless hours focusing on taking care of me, meditating, learning to accept what is, searching for and finding gratitude and humor in everyday situations…and dreaming of what could be. Sometimes I get out of my fantasy and look at mainstream media and what’s happening in the “real” world…it’s beyond my comprehension; either the masses don’t see history repeating itself or they feel the only way to change it is to keep perpetuating the hate and fear and I wonder, who decided that war equals peace?
Spending this time in Native American country and learning more about the people has brought up memories of how many lies I was taught about them when I was in school and has reinforced long held beliefs about this system; how daily we are manipulated and controlled, how we have become dependent on a system that thrives on consumerism and greed, and how tptb in every country have taken away many peoples sense of purpose to promote their own agenda.

 

Another lie I learned on the playground, when I was a child, “sticks and stones may break my bones but word will never hurt me”. This is something I never understood, I feel words and have always seen/heard “normal” people mindlessly toss them around with no regard for the damage being done to another person’s psyche. In my opinion, this just gives bullies the excuse to continue bad behavior. We’re expected to suck it up and accept that those who control the money are the only ones allowed to make the rules…eventually we give in to the lies and in quiet desperation we learn to adapt…which sometimes means we engage in the behaviors we abhor.
In my reality, humans worldwide have become pawns to a handful of elitists who have successfully validated Joseph Goebbels theory, “tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it…”, my belief is that as long as we continue to buy whatever it is they are selling us, we will always be slaves. Some days it’s hard to accept what is…

#consumerismkills #slavestothesystem #whereismysoverignty? #dontfeedthefears

END OF LIFE PLANS

I’m working on being brave, I’m working on changing my story, I’m working on ending Adventures of the Vay jay Brigade and starting another story, the one of VUJADE…the angst doesn’t feel right anymore, I don’t feel like writing anymore…I’m not fueled by it but then it’s nothing I want to share, any response to my angst is too…whatever. I need to change my story, I need to be seen…I’m going to start posting my words on my Facebook page.

This is what I posted:

This morning I read something that stuck with me, it stated that a genius is a person who is one step ahead of others; two steps ahead and you are considered a lunatic…sometimes when I tell others my story, my experiences, what I make up about things, and the adventure of self discovery over the past few years, I feel like a lunatic.

The journey continues, and once again I’m packing up my little Jett, once again I’m wondering why I keep the stuff I don’t use.

Like the retractable clothes line I bought in Celeste, a place I didn’t even consider traveling to yet once I got there I just knew it was where I was supposed to be, I knew I had arrived. It was as if the universe came in total alignment and handed me this perfect space to start all the ideas I’ve had since I’ve been on this planet. Not my forever place, just a place to begin a lifelong dream.

As soon as I looked out my bedroom window, I saw an abandoned piece of earth that was once used for breeding dogs. It was going to be the first of many designer chicken communities; an idea I started planning when I was in Indiana. There were 7 old porcelain bathtubs and enough plumbing, pipes, wood, and 10 acres of hipcamp sites to create the bathshacks I’d been planning for the past couple years.

I stayed longer than I should have because I made a 6 week promise to the farmer (I really try to be impeccable with my words) but decided to leave after driving my German coworker to the Dallas bus station. I think she only stayed a little over a week and was on her way to California to find a better experience of the US. I’ve decided that we will meet up again, I just know that someday I’ll need an extroverted entertainer who will translate German for me. We started creating a story together, she is the Thelma to my Louise, only our story will have a happy ending…she ended her US journey early and went back to the UK to tell the stories of her adventures which will include the multiple experiences of American men being pigs…welcome to my planet; if I wanted to prostitute myself I’d have it all in the “real” world. Our experiences are different but the stories attest to how many men view women as lesser beings. I’m working on changing this story around.

Another farm, another dream and I’m busy making end of life plans; the first half century didn’t go so well and I’m working on a plan to make the next century a better one for me…my own way, a way that disregards reason and logic, one that doesn’t have a plan but one that feels good for me…what’s the use of being a feeling being if it doesn’t feel good?

Once again I’m packing, leaving another farm, pursuing another dream… Why do I keep the things I do? Why am I packing this clothesline? What’s the purpose of having 10 pairs of shoes?

Why am I leaving this newfound paradise? Another story… but I can tell you that the past few months I’ve fallen in love with the farm, the vision, and everyone here. I knew I had arrived when I found out they were looking for a Fairy Godmother, May had the vision of a bathshack that I was able to help her create and the Garden Goddess, Jess, is busy creating a life size, barefoot friendly, Fairy Garden, I know we will collaborate again. Even if I never have a conversation with Amber again, I promised I would send her a text every year or so, “the ho’s are laughing”, and we will both laugh…

My only regret (Yes, I give myself permission to have at least one) is that there isn’t another to share the stories or create another dream with. What next?

Whatever, wherever it is, I will always disregard reason and logic…maybe I could just say, “I’m doing it the Tanglefoot way” …could that become a meme?

 

What next?

 

WHO IS THIS LITTLE GIRL?

AltschmerzThis poster I made came up as a memory from last year on Facebook. I’ve been trying to figure out how to let my 3 year old “come out” I decided to share this poster along with this:

The past few days I’ve been trying to identify feelings that keep appearing and after seeing this post from last year, I realized this is part of it. One year ago I think I was still going out to the backyard to dig up some more pain. I realize now that all my life as a Sensitive, I’ve seen, felt, and heard things other didn’t. I realize the undercurrent of anger I carried around with me since my earliest memories was partly because my perception of the world is different than around 99% of others.

The past few weeks my thoughts keep going back to an incident when I was around 3, I remember being angry and didn’t want to wake up. It must have been around that time I realized this wasn’t the planet I signed up for, I think at that time I started realizing the incongruencies that I guess are best defined as seeing breaks between what is spoken and what actually happens.

It’s been a few years of learning what the anger was, how it affects my life, and how feeling alienated in many of my views are only because most people will never understand my depth of perception…this can become wearisome.

The pain has dissipated, the memories are only thoughts. I’ve made a conscious decision to start seeing a world I want to live in and not be to be pulled into the drama and fear of what the powers that be are telling me is reality. Good things happen every day, yet we only hear about the “newsworthy” …who defines what is worth repeating?

This summer, I’ll be on Pennsylvania on another assignment; still building my resume, doing work I love that will include planting a hill with wildflowers to attract pollinators and helping to restore a spring fed pond…. Although I’ve always thought I was here to save the world, I now realize I’m only one small, insignificant human who has always been told by society that I care “too” much…how can anyone not care enough to realize the system they are holding on to is the very system that is destroying the planet, using the media to instill fear, and dictating what you can and can’t consume?

I’ve always seen the fractures that needed to be fixed and realize now I’ll never be the superhero I thought I was. If the only thing I can do today is help save one insect that is instrumental in keeping this planet green I’ll have to accept that I did my part for the day…and I will keep believing that there is at least one other person on this planet that wants to help me create a story worth repeating….the past is just a faint memory, my work now is to search for loftier things in life.

Altschmerz