What is It That We Experience
When we die, change form, all of our life makes sense to us this grand lucidity, we experience a welcome clarity of our life, deep waters of feelings, heights, vistas of beings, opening, judgment day is the shared encounter with all of humanity, where we experience our life with all other self encounters with creation, with humanity.
Sides of us, our erotic side, our heroic side, our sophisticated side, our nurturing side, our warrior side, all sides of us blend, synthesize with others, we are and we let go, we ripen.
Alive, being, it is a beginning,
An appreciation, being for all time, in peace, joy, wonder, bliss,
We make an inner promise, we have a perception, we extend out and into once more, and there we are once more.
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Quit looking for your salvation from the emotionally stunted people
We forget that we are part of the very core of creation, thus we are an expression of creation. From time to time we incarnate into families that is into circumstances that shame us out of are core, of who we are, this starts from birth, such feelings begin in the womb from the circumstances that surround the mother. The way out of such feelings is in. Own your feelings, they are telling you that the environment that you were raised in was inadequate. Quit looking for your salvation from the emotionally stunted people of your past. Find it in people who are able and willing to own their projections, who are capable of really loving you, that is be with people who love you for you instead of trying to manipulate you into roles that validates their twisted and stunted sense of self.
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My father has been dyeing on me for years even though he is healthy and alive.
My father has been dyeing on me for years even though he is healthy and alive. The more I see him, realizes him, the less he is. The past of what was, what was once the sun, is now smaller than a seed, not a muster seed, but poison ivory. I whish it was not but for my sake, I must face this truth. If we came from a place where there was more rage coming to you than love, more frustration than love, more ridicule than love, more lack of boundaries than love, more manipulation then love, more intimidation than love, more hitting than hugs, then you are better off by facing this terrible, this tearful reality go on in to love, to really love, not use fake public displays of love to cover your abuse. Face it, wrestle with it, change it, so as not to past this destructives hell to our children.
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Part of me, all of me
Being with my children is the greatest joy I have ever known.
Seeing them in the morning before they wake up.
My fears, anxieties of how am I going to make it, how will I make the demands of the day.
Part of me knows it will be alright, that I will exceed expectations.
Part of me fears that I will indeed do great things far past what is needed or right on the mark but miss out on the tenderness, the fun, joy, laughs, that are born in the moments of simply being here with them.
Just my being with them, raining in my racing mind of obligations and deadlines.
When I am with them at times I feel guilty, that I am falling behind on what I must do to provide for them. Sometimes, more and more all is right, I am with them fully, I just got through doing what is needed at the time.
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Sometimes, more and more all is right
Being with my children is the greatest joy I have ever known.
Seeing them in the morning before they wake up.
My fears, anxieties of how am I going to make it, how will I make the demands of the day.
Part of me knows it will be alright, that I will exceed expectations.
Part of me fears that I will indeed do great things far past what is needed or right on the mark but miss out on the tenderness, the fun, joy, laughs, that are born in the moments of simply being here with them.
Just my being with them, raining in my racing mind of obligations and deadlines.
When I am with them at times I feel guilty, that I am falling behind on what I must do to provide for them. Sometimes, more and more all is right, I am with them fully, I just got through doing what is needed at the time.
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Lightening is quicker than thunder
Lightening is quicker than thunder, for many their weaknesses are exposed first, latent powers in them manifest afterwards in unconventional ways. GOD help them if they are adopted with a narcissistic, self-adsorbed father with compulsion issues, denial, anger, rigidity. Also God really be their for them with their borderline mother who can't help but freely expose all of their children's weaknesses publicly while being blind to their strengths, abusing them for not living up to the conventional culturally marketed definition of greatness that the queen demands.
For some parents, not most, their is something deeply wrong with them, the only way to help them is for their adult children to get away, get away from them on as many levels as possible for very long time, for good is understandable.
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Ceate a spirit
As you go through life you create a spirit, a force of attraction, as an adult a great deal of what you do in the process of individuation (and in therapy) is weed out the bad programming, the no longer useful attractor patterns of your past, while at the same time you expand on the attractor patterns that are beneficial for your expansion and for the emergence as well as the cultivation of latent forces in you, the more actively you engage in this, the more you make a path of least resistance for others, that is you positively influence others while you ad to the culture. The best results of this is that you give the children of your and future generations a better start, they go through life more free from outdated and destructive forces and more able to recognize as well as express the life affirming forces in themselves.
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Your Are A Marked Person
Control your thoughts. Your feelings, your emotions, your desires and you control your life, your destiny. Many sayings go like this or are different versions of it. There is too much control and too little understanding, love, empathy and wisdom already, I say, Connect to your depths, to your heart, to God, to the source, be your self, be your destiny. Your pain, your fears, your mistakes, the pains you suffered is God's, is life, is creation letting you know that it believes in you so now you have more understanding to really assist others through their pain. Your pain is God's way, life's way, your ancestors way of giving you a burning drive that does not go away with tricks, with fake remedies, seductive slogans, paid for spirituality, your are a marked person with an unfolding plan to increase our human wisdom, freedom, intelligence, generosity and love.
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Tthe abusive ways people express their sexuality
The developmental issues of sexuality are complex, it is epigenesist at its best and worse at times. Most of the abusive ways people express their sexuality is through fronts of being "the good, " the good Parent, the good religious instructor, the good coach, just checking your under close to make certain you have them on right, real, perverted freaks pretending to love a child, and care for a child when in fact they are just enacting their own past abuse behind a fake role, a fake motive. And the passive parent, or passave one that lets it happen without doing anything. Such stunted people just use children as fronts, they are Bookies, drug dealers, fake businessman, and fake politician. The fake politician, is perhaps the worse, like the fake father it is all about his vanity, he will destroy his son for his vanity and cover it up with righteousness.
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When I Was A Child A Bully Would Challenge Me
When I was a child a bully would challenge me. He was bigger. I would run away. Over and over this went on. One morning I woke up from a dream in which I seem the bully punch some one I love over a fence. I was furious that morning. That morning the bully said something about my sister. Later that day we met at the park to fight. It was all set we would fight. It seemed as if every child from the school was there. I did not care. All that I seen, felt, all that ran through my mind was him punching my sister over the fence. The bully looked so surprised when I stepped into him and punched him right in the face. He started crying. When he got back to his feet the crowd of children were cheering. One of the older children ran in. He would not let him continue, blood poured from the bully's face. The older child might have sensed that I really would have changed the bully's life even more profoundly.
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