Life begins as the ending meets #poem

Life begins as the ending meets

Long forgotten stories of Earth’s bosom,

Clouds roll over abandoned streets

 

Burned sunlight refracts and the crust overheats

Gone beyond the last season, descendants of the issam

Life begins as the ending meets

 

Overhead atmospheric trap door to the planet’s oubliettes

Ghost gardens fill the sidewalks with forgotten alyssum

Clouds roll over abandoned streets

Extinct currency, forgotten in digital decomposed spreadsheets

Greed the downfall, possessions the blissom

Life begins as the ending meets

The planet resets the cosmic scales and ends those who mistreats

Too late humanity abandoned the acquisitiveness hymn

Clouds roll over abandoned streets  

Fires burn and oxygen depletes

Dreams abruptly stopped by cataclysm

Life begins as the ending meets

Clouds roll over abandoned streets.

THE WOLF IN SHEEP´S CLOTHING: PATTERNS OF ENERGETIC PREDATION

Definitely worth reading!

Dr. Bairavee Balasubramaniam PhD

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Some of the most successful energetic predators appear as the wisest teachers, the sincerest seekers, the strongest leaders (or bullies) or as the most vulnerable victims.

The common mechanism appears to the projection of a certain role that has an influence on another person´s psyche, i.e. whether it is able to ´hook´ the other.

This could appear as:

The Alpha
The Charismatic Guru
The Passive-Aggressive Student
The Wounded Victim
(and more .. and probably multiple archetypes at once)

I´ll use the ´Wounded Victim´ example in this article.

Now someone coming up with a wounded backstory, scars and a bleeding heart is someone I would have a lot more sympathy for.

That creates an entry point. (Tends to be the ´hook´ for most empaths and sensitives)

Now a person may have multiple reasons to present themselves in this form:

(1) They might really just want some help to get out of…

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#mentalhealth #loneliness and #isolation – #poetry

They say when a crisis of the spirit hits it feels like the world is shattering around you.They say when your environment is in chaos everything in your mind is not at ease.

They say when your internal dialog goes dark and silence is the only friend things are not well.

They say when emo words fall from silent lips, tears are soon to follow. 

They say…

They say…

They say…

Yet alone we walk, on a road with only one end. 

Paths coverging and diverging. 

Paths full of thorns, snairs and nothingness.

Alone in a croud they say.

Crowded in the mind say others. 

They say pretty things.

They say terribly painful things.

They say…

Thay say…

The voices in our minds.

 The Beauty of a Blender #vegan #cooking

HAPPY DANCE!!!

I was gifted a blender. 

First things first. Banana smoothies for the family.

Second oat and quinoia pancakes.

Third… Flour.

Fourth… Biscuit dough mix. 

Fifth… Coconut Milk Icecream

Sixth… More pancakes.

Seventh… Spinach and artichoke dip.

Eighth… Refried beans.

Ninth… Mashed potatoes.

Tenth… Cashew cheese.

Eleventh… Peanut butter cookie dough.

Twelfth… Smooth as glass chia seed eggs.

#EPICfaiL #Vegan #parenting & #pizza

Monday was great. I was taken out for salad.

Tuesday I heated up beir rocks.

Wednesday… Epic Fail I was exhausted. Only got 3 hours of sleep. In the morning I at dolmas, a banana, and Oreos… Yes, Oreos are vegan. Then the afternoon came around. I had both kids alone… I ordered Pizza. The pasta without sauce with mushrooms, onions, and spinach for the kids.

But I ate the spinach, Feta, and mozzarella cheese bread. God, I’m paying for it. My body is achy and my stomach feels like a train is tunneling through it at full speed. My emotions are crazy strong I started to cry out of the blue. God dairy hormones are intense when you eat it for the first time in a long time.

I’m not sure why I wanted Pizza so badly. I guess the convenience won me over… a screaming one year old who had been screaming from teething pain for 4 hours straight ended my will power at about 4:45 PM.

That is one of the reasons I feel like crap right now. I spent money on things that I do not want to perpetuate… I bowed my ass over to a consumeristic mentality and took the easy way out. I could have easily tossed more beir rocks into the oven or made a salad, or any number of quick fixes like a bowl of cereal. But I didn’t.

Now I am paying for it.

So what do you do when you mess up or miss read a label or in general epic fail at being vegan?

#pgwotd #Poetry #5for5

 A warm heavey object rests at my breasts
ryhthmicly breathing
twitching every once and a while.
her caremal skin is covered in peach fuzz,
her dark hair is soft and yet… course,
the twinge of a smile lifts teh corner of her open mouth..
He digits imposssibly warm in the crook of my elbow.
sleepy seeds rest in the corner of the little lions eyes
she is so heavy against my chest.
the twitching show when she is dreeming deeply,
I can only imahgine the vulpine tricks she plays in that dreamy haze
her nose wiggles as does her fingers.
two tiny and sharp teeth wiggle out from swolen gumz
and I am struck by of memories the day her first tooth started breaking through.
I am so greatful she is in my life.

“Why are you putting up roadblocks?” #coaching #MomshellConfessional

Sitting in my coaches car, waiting for my son’s IEP. I threw a huge roadblock in front of my flow. “I would have to have a car to keep him from killing me if I choose to homeschool him.”

“I would have to have a car to keep him from killing me if I choose to homeschool him.”

Those words actually left my mouth. We had been talking about setting up a curriculum for the summer for Ben. Subconsciously I tossed the biggest issue I could out in front of me that I could, all while I was suppose to be reviewing and preparing for Ben’s IEP.

My coach asked me bluntly why I was roadblocking. She didn’t use that term at first. My confusion was evident so she broke it down into a much more visual example.

“You have a bad habit of putting caution cones and roadblocks in your way. Big bright obstacles that keep you from the direct path.”

Thinking about it I do. It is part of what makes me appear to be an amateur and part of what makes me appear to be a fool. Mostly it slows me down.

What do I do?

When I catch myself doing this I open myself up to the endless possibilities the universe puts in front of me and have a little faith and trust that everything will fall into place for my highest good.

Mantras seem to be helping.

 

Peace Love and Great Vibrations,

Steffi