Heroes and Heretics: No One Has the Gift of Foresight.
Kings, presidents and other noteworthy individuals are remembered for their deeds. Heroes without detailed faces, with auras of stone.
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For the Students, My Teachers, February 14th, 2018 (and Every Day After). {poetry}
Never again will we entertain this tyranny
that wears a thousand divisive masks
but is always a scared and greed-scarred child-man
hiding behind a curtain.
The Hard Masculine Mask Is Not You.
The world was a lot for her. It was hardened and callous. Rushed and overly structured. So she began to create this mask for herself.
I Trust You: An Apology Letter to My Heart.
Ours was the home friends gravitated to. Where the door was always open and some homemade delicious meal to feed an army was baking in the oven. It was a place in which it was impossible not to feel a heart full of love and peace.
Co-Creation and the Key to Making Space for Magic.
Magic happens when we reveal our true nature. When we drop the pretense, move through the ego fears, and get radically vulnerable and authentic, you create a space for magic to come in and Spirit to deliver what you want. It doesn’t work if you’re hiding behind a million masks of who you think ...
Come Now, Woman, into the Dark Night of Your Soul.
Let the vacuous darkness come and be birthed within its timeless womb. At last, remove your mask, your golden crown, your warring armor. Strip back all that you know and teeter at the edge, tempt your devastation with open palms of candy courage and roar at the wind that turns tricks in your ...
Keep Your Oxygen Mask on in Times of Perpetual Social Crisis: A Meditation.
Most mental illness (except for severe psychoses, OCD, substance abuse, degenerative disease, and the like) is much less fixed and rigidly ingrained in the genes, biochemical glands, brain patterns, hormonal imbalances and other material aspects of the body than most of us realize. These are ...
The Truth Beneath The Masks We Wear.
Have I become so comfortable in my discomfort, so accustomed to dying in my daily living, that I now embody a midnight mask to replace the false cheeriness of my childhood's plight? And what if I am not either or, but both, strands of black and gold that weave the web of my spider's heart?
There’s A Wolf Inside All Of Us: How To Use Archetypes.
I find that using archetypes in general life situations helps me love the things I once hated or feared within me. My she-wolf is my anger -- but seeing anger as an animal, especially one I adore, has made it easier to accept it into my life. Before embracing her, I swallowed my anger or ...
These Days, It’s Not Flattering To Be Me. {poetry}
... but one day, soon, I’ll emerge, with my silky wings ready for flight,
for now, my pomegranate-stained lips smile,
as I play along in this dance of words across the fine lines of invisible rules...
!["You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it." #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤](http://scontent-dfw5-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/80006255_3335064936520499_8943008855071934994_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-dfw5-2.cdninstagram.com&_nc_cat=111&_nc_ohc=mHjpsv3EfmUAX9o4BE3&oh=6a2950f2231dbea35770d7d8cc174c00&oe=5EC9FE28 "\"You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it.\" #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤")
