Posts Tagged ‘compassion’

The Seduction of Kelownafornia

 

Before I moved to Kelowna to start over after separating from my cheating husband, I was the type of person that loved simplicity, nature and spirituality. I loved staying at home with my children and working part time on the family business from our 110 year old farm house. I have always been intensely spiritual and very physical. I really enjoy working outside and being with nature on a spiritual level. I have never been one for crowds nor do I need a lot of friends. My circle has always been small due to my spiritual sensitivity that makes me emotionally sensitive. I had no idea that Kelowna would make me into a monster eventually.

I am not what they made me into. I am a home body; I love to cook healthy meals, garden, and be domestic. I like to keep my home clean and fresh because it makes me feel good, and on a spiritual level it keeps my energy flowing..on the level of intellect and intelligence it is a metaphor for a well organized mind. I am much the same with my athletics, and before I had my children I was also very athletic..and so athletics keep my energy grounded due to me being very whimsical and spiritual.. being physical keeps me here on the earthly plane. I am not what they ( Kelowna society ) made me into.

When I first moved to Kelowna as a single mother who had just lost the baby weight, I came across jealous and catty women. I am not like that and I have been naive to women like that. I honesty didn’t know what to do with the catty and bitchy behaviors and so I sometimes blamed myself. But that was just the beginning.

I am an artist, writer and spiritualist. Since I was a young girl I had the dream and vision of writing my book { The Goddess, and Expression of the Divine Feminine } so when our marital house sold and I had the money to produce and self publish the book I joyfully undertook my spiritual mission. By my unworldiness I had no idea how horribly it would be received by Kelowna society and culture. I was so naive and childlike to think that it wouldn’t not just offend many but intimidate many as well. Not only did it intimidate many but it also branded me as a gold digger and whore..and I was treated as such. I was systematically shut out of society ..now to the point that I cannot be employed due to what I have online to promote my book as the subject matter is freeing women from sexual repression and I am topless in some of the photography that expresses the Goddess in typical Greek fashion. Now I know.. you would think that it’s art and so artist should be free to express themselves and then move about society freely and with all their rights intact.. but women’s rights have so much father to go and we haven’t even begun to free women from repression as my personal story proves.

I also refused to meet personally and alone with a very wealthy man that is basically The King of Kelowna, that own’s businesses and land in Kelowna.. he showed me how powerful and worldly he is by having me thrown out of all privately owned local gyms in Kelowna.. I have had to take down everything I wrote about my experiences with him so that he doesn’t continue to attempt to crush me by attempting to make me suicidal or to actually suicide. So yes in that way he has won. I am the weaker in the fact that he has the ability to pull strings like a puppet master and make people do horrible things for his favor.. but did I miss a golden gold-digging opportunity or did I escape with my soul?

How do I forgive all of these people? How do I forgive a man who could of shown me mercy but showed me only pure cruelty? I forgive them because I have to; I have to forgive them because I don’t want to become them. I was becoming them while trying to fight them. I was becoming them by becoming bitter because justice wouldn’t come.. mercy wasn’t to come to me by them and so I have to have mercy upon myself by releasing them so that I can go back to myself..because they branded me The Seductress while they seduced me into their worldly mess of over competition and affluent-disease. You see everyone wants to be rich here at all costs and they compete against each other ruthlessly to obtain more than others. They compete against each other in the fitness community as nothing is ever good enough and then they make themselves sick by over dieting and over working their bodies..they make themselves sick with jealousy and greed.. and they pulled me in and seduced me with inflicting their ruthless nature onto me..and I lost myself as their names or branding stuck to me like a mask, covering my true divine nature. Kelowna’s spiritual community is also a reflection of Kelowna as those involved compete to be the most enlightened and of course that leads them away from true enlightenment. True enlightenment comes from being present in our humanity not by denying our basic human nature. Spiritual detachment doesn’t mean being detached from empathy and compassion towards other’s struggles or suffering..but we accept suffering to move through suffering; we move through suffering by seeing the gifts of wisdom found in that suffering..and so Kelowna’s spiritual community is lacking in wisdom and true depth.

When I wrote my book I didn’t know what ” Business Branding ” was ? I was just a child-like artist with a wonderful idea; I was just a spiritualist that wanted to gift the world with The Divine Feminine to help humanity find balance and peace. I was just an nerdy intellectual that wished to help educate the ignorant to enlighten..but to them, I just thought I was ” all that ” to them I was competing and trying to reel in rich men like The King of Kelowna..

I got caught up in the rat race.. on a hamster wheel going nowhere because I didn’t ever want to get to where they are.

I am so glad I was pushed out now. I am so glad to be moving out of Kelowna back to me and back to simplicity.

I can hardly wait to find my quiet and solitude so that I can hear my spirit guides and the Goddess speak to me that much clearer.. I finally see though the fog and confusion.. and I am leaving it all behind..

To garden, paint, write and run like a child in the sun.

The Goddess

On a personal level Gaia or Mother Nature is another powerful archetype for me. I am an Aries but 4 of my astrological houses are in Taurus .. my Venus, Mars, Mercury and Saturn .. I am an nurturer by nature. I love the idealism of purity by organics. To me dirty is clean living. I have always loved the smell of fertile soil and getting my hands dirty in it. In the photography of me as, Gaia I had to fight my own ego.. I had to step into being round, plump and soft to show fertility; I had to channel or step into character of The Great Mother..so I had to release the image of myself as the athlete .. to be fully in her.. she is the VOID.. the womb.. the waters of all creation. Love the Earth..for she is your MOTHER. I am sharing this chapter of my book on the day of the Full Moon Blood Eclipse in Aries.. I hope that it creates MAGIC and CHANGE.

From the book ~ The Goddess, an Expression of the Divine Feminine ~ Available on Amazon.ca

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Mother Nature

 

Mother Earth manifest herself through every woman and through every female aspect of nature as, she is the seed and the womb; she is pregnant with ideas as well as her children; she gives birth constantly like the Queen Bee in the honey hive. She nurtures life at all cost and her creations that spring from her life giving forces. Her opposite is Father Sky; like her, Father Sky manifest himself through the masculine forces of nature that seek to impregnate the feminine force for the pure sake of the expansion of all life. Father Sky holds Mother Earth in his constant embrace of enduring passion and love for one another; hence we are reminded through our feet on Mother Earth and our eyes on Father Sky, of the divine force within us.

 

She is endless abundance; she adorns herself with her creations; her butterflies, flowers, ladybugs, snowflakes, and waterfalls are her jewelry. She has no need for the superficial as she is pure and sweet in her natural beauty. She is beauty. She is life. To her the man-made world is needless as she supplies through her breast ( heart ) all that is needed to nurture and sustain life. She feeds the world as she is everything in everything; even what has been perverted by mankind through the manipulation of her elements comes from her as all matter; comes from her source. As we can pervert anything through the perception of the ego we pervert her landscape and we make her dirty with our greed.

 

As she is all women and all women have manifested from her energy we pervert a woman’s sexuality as we pervert our earth with our pollution. When we pervert something or someone we alter it for abnormal purposes; this means that we manipulate what was once pure to suit our greed or lusts. Having lust is not necessarily a bad thing; it is healthy to be passionate and lustful towards life our one’s lover; but it is when lust turns into obsession and a need to control or own another, or an aspect of society that greed turns lust into perversion. It is this perversion that causes us to hurt, destroy, control, manipulate or take away the rights of others, for the sake of selfishness. This selfishness has been inflicted on Mother Nature since the Industrial Age; since this time we have concentrated our pollution on what was once a pure landscape.

Our return to Mother Nature is to respect the abundance of what has always been; not to take her for granted or use and abuse her resources as we have come to use and abuse her manifestation of womankind.

 

Gaia’s Song

 

 

 

In your greed you have forgotten,

 

In your greed you have lost your way,

 

In your need to be put above others,

 

You have gone astray.

 

 

 

In your race towards fame and fortune,

 

You have become bitter and selfish,

 

You have put your wants above justice,

 

You have learned to lie so well,

 

You don’t even see yourself.

 

 

 

Your need to own me and society,

 

Has brought such great suffering,

 

Your children are raped and beaten,

 

Your women are owned and berated,

 

The old are put away and forgotten,

 

You have brought in shame.

 

 

 

My skin you have polluted,

 

You pour oil in my waters,

 

You spill your chemicals in my veins,

 

You build up concrete on my meadows,

 

And you alter what was perfectly made,

 

You say you do these things to make life better,

 

But you believe your own lies,

 

As all you do is just for your own gain,

 

Everything is just to own the masses,

 

But evil is what you have created,

 

 

 

Children starve worldwide,

 

They are left in graves unmarked.

 

You will never know their names,

 

You will never feel their mother’s pain,

 

As you turn a blind eye,

 

You are cruel and so jaded,

 

 

 

I call to you my children,

 

I call to you as it is almost too late,

 

In these unmarked graves of your women and your children,

 

I have placed your name,

 

I am Mother Nature,

 

I will have the final say,

 

 

 

You have been so arrogant,

 

You have turned into my cruel children,

 

Do you really think that it can go on much longer?

 

You have become my cancer,

 

This disease you have created,

 

You are my cancer,

 

With your evil cruelty to one another,

 

You have polluted reality,

 

I will shake you from my skin,

 

As all creation must go on without you,

 

 

 

Did you really think you are my only children?

 

The world is teaming with life other than yours,

 

I will cut you out like a bad cancer,

 

Like the parasite that you have become,

 

I will do away with this evil.

 

 

 

You fear hell,

 

You fear damnation,

 

But it’s your fear you have created,

 

You have dug your own graves,

 

You have created your own karma,

 

And I will give you your way,

 

 

 

You can save yourself by your own hand,

 

If you learn to become a hero,

 

If you do to help others,

 

If you lift up the weakest ones,

 

If you can feed the starving children,

 

By loving the women that created them,

 

 

 

This is how you will change this imbalance,

 

By doing good just for the sake of doing,

 

By spreading love instead of greed and hate,

 

Stop trying to own the world,

 

Stop trying to take all there is to take,

 

Share with one another,

 

This is the only way,

 

 

 

Greed is your undoing,

 

Greed has caused this hate,

 

Greed has caused all the killing,

 

Religion has just been your excuse,

 

To execute the blameless,

 

To bring the balance back you must be honest,

 

 

 

Be honest with yourself,

 

Be honest with your ego,

 

Be honest with your manipulations,

 

Be honest with your motivations,

 

Bring up the weak,

 

 

 

Bring up the meek,

 

Bring up the sick and the broken,

 

Bring up you women, your aged and your children,

 

This is the only way,

 

To a new day,

 

To clean your soul,

 

You will clean the world,

 

To save yourselves,

 

Please listen, my dear children.

 

Retreat

 

Sometimes I get so tired of the world. I hear young people say all they want is to make lots of money. I think to myself; they are missing the point of existence. I think we have all been put here to make the world a better place.

 

There is so much selfishness; and we are groomed from the time we are young to think and act selfishly. We learn that all the popular kids are the best looking and they wear the most fashionable clothes. My children are starting to inform me of this as they approach middle school. It makes me feel so sad; what happened to making your mark by what you do, not by what you look like, what you have or who you know?

 

I just need to turn the TV off; it makes me sick how we are so brainwashed; everything is just so disinfected and so fake and perfect, we have forgotten how to be organic. We have become artificial; like the food that we eat; like the plastics that store our food and that we wear in our clothing, we have forgotten about the soul.

 

So I turn off the TV and I stay away from Facebook and I stay away from the mall; because it starts to make me feel so hopeless; it starts to make me physically sick. I get pulled into the undertow; just like everyone else, before I know it I am watching what I say, what I do, what I wear, so that I can fit in and not be judged too. It is such a hard thing to walk away from, to retreat from; the worldliness it surrounds us.

 

Even the artificial spirituality wants us to believe that if we only concentrate on happiness it will magically come to us. If we only say nice things and think nice thoughts; we will manifest a magical world, but this too is artificial; because we have to FACE what is WRONG to make it RIGHT! It will not fix it’s self. It will not go away if we ignore it! This is not organic thinking this is not real; this is not facing reality. Problems must be dealt with; they must be worked through; emotions must be felt, vented and expressed to be released. We must clean up our messes to get rid of them.

 

For the world to come into NEW REALITY we have to face the one we live in to make the world what we want it to be; what is it that we all want? EQUALITY! We want everyone to have a fair chance at life; we want everyone to succeed and grow into the fullness of who they are.

 

But we are shown through the world we should want fame and fortune only for ourselves, we should want to stand out of the crowd; of course it means that others should have less than us; it means they should be and feel beneath us. It isn’t that we shouldn’t have what we have worked for; it isn’t that we should give to others who are lazy and would just use us; but we should share and bring other’s up who need and deserve a break; others who work hard to make a difference but don’t have the opportunities that we have; so we should share our good fortune to make the world a better place.

 

Real spirituality is real; it’s not fluffy words; IT IS WORKS! What are you doing to make a difference that doesn’t just make you money? How are you reaching out to others instead of just reaching out your hand to receive for yourself; how are you giving back? Words are empty without ACTION; simple as that, Meaningless dribble without participation! ACTION WITH INTENTION IS THE CHANGE.

 

I am human too; I get sucked in too; to the artificial, superficial, fake and faceless world; so I retreat to take the time to get myself strait again.

 

I hope that by writing my book I help to make a difference it the world; I am not looking for fame and fortune; I am not looking to feed my ego. I am hoping that bring the Goddess Archetype into the awareness of society will bring about compassion, justice and equality.

 

We have forgotten mercy, grace, love, empathy; we have forgotten how to feel for strangers; we have forgotten that everyone is us. If we cannot feel for others than how will anyone feel for us?

 

What is more organic than kindness?

 

My soul longs for tenderness; my soul needs mercy; as I am a part of you, the world longs for mercy.

 

I wish to help end suffering; through love.

Compassion

 

 

He is only two.. he died in his father’s arms along with his four year old little brother.. his mother died in the Turkish sea with her son’s. This little toddler’s name was Aylan Kurdi.. they wanted to be Canadians.. they wanted to be safe.. they wanted a safe and happy home.. just like every human being wants.. just like we all deserve. The question is can you allow yourself to feel the sorrow that you should be feeling as another human being for this tiny little one..for his brother, mother and father? Can you see him not just as your child, or as your loved one..but can you see and allow yourself to feel the sorrow and the anger at world powers that allow a child to die like this..? while doing nothing! I am so angry at my Canadian government for not allowing this poor family entrance into my peaceful country.. where this child and his brother would of had a chance of growing into men.. who could of lived to the fullness of their lives.. When is the world going to step up and stop the suffering of the Syrian people and other migrant families from other countries? What is happening to humanity.. that we have so much.. there are so many who have so much more than others.. yet we hoard.. and we brag.. and then to make ourselves exempt; or to excuse ourselves from the suffering of others.. we blame them for causing their own suffering.. so that we can give ourselves permission not to feel.. ?

Even in spiritual circles.. there is spiritual snobbery ..were they believe other’s manifest their own suffering.. that is just another excuse to be selfish.. Oooooh! We are so selfish.. we want fame and fortune..and huge amounts of wealth.. we don’t want to share what we have.. this planet doesn’t have actual borders.. human beings create them.. we create separation out of greed ..greed that is caused by fear of lack.. greed that is caused by ignorance.. greed that is caused by pure selfishness..!

And so children and families die.. they die horrible deaths just trying to be free… just wanting their basic human rights to be met.. just wanting dignity! DIGNITY! If you are not outraged .. if you are not deeply saddened by this.. you have lost your soul.. you are more dead than this child is.. you are the walking dead.. a zombie.. and that I suppose is the deep root of the weed that strangles the heart of humanity.. that so many are the dead walking.. their hearts are frozen.. they are brutally numbed down.. dead and soulless.. so if this doesn’t make you cry..if this doesn’t make you weep..if this doesn’t raise up a deep scream for justice, deep inside your heart and soul.. you are not really alive at all.

The sigma of mental illness and suicide

Crease Clinic/Riverside Vancouver BC Canada

 

I think this will be one of the most vulnerable posts I will ever write; and so it will leave me open to personal attacks online;I will have to prepare myself for such. I came upon another blog about a female performance artist.. she was testing out human nature. She put herself in a crowd of people, topless.. exposed and vulnerable, with various objects beside her on a table. She vowed to remain motionless, exposed to the crowd. She was treated with cruelty. Her experiment reflects on the online world, or mobs of people.. I have proved as much with my blog, with exposing my vulnerable-ness, by being open and honest with the human journey or struggles… many have seen my open heart and mind as an open target.. but it is for the greater good.. to show by actions how to be more human..to have compassion towards the self and others.. so here we go again.

Me at 1 year

My mother and her identical twin sister were stricken with schizophrenia at the tender age of 14, that same year my grandfather, their father died of black lung..my poor grandmother. My mother was a very beautiful woman from the inside out.. a tender heart much like myself. My father was an abusive man; he made her illness much worse, but than I suppose it is easy to reason that a cruel person would be drawn to an easy victim. I think my mother would of spent a lot less time in the hospital and off of drugs; and shock therapy treatment if she wasn’t terrorized in her own home. I had a very tough childhood. I have been shamed and judged by others for it; and to remain silent about it.. I married a man that shamed me into silence.. I was unconscious to the fact that I married an emotionally abusive man.. like a toned down version of my own father.

me and my sisters.. Sharon to the left..me in the middle..Christina on the right

My mother spent a lot of time in Crease Clinic in Vancouver or Riverside .. I remember it very well. As a child I attended one of the best Halloween parties at Riverside; as it was held for the female patients and their young children.. this was the place were my mother eventually took her life. My father had moved us hundreds of miles away from our mother; he was cruel and selfish. My mother had to travel with a social worker or nurse to come and visit us; my father never took us too her. I think social services was also at fault; I think they allowed the emotional abuse by allowing our father to move us away from her. With government funding cut backs, my mother hadn’t seen us in a year. That time away from her four children pushed her over the edge. She had written letters to us that our father hadn’t given to us. We read them years later. She expressed how much she missed nurturing us; her children.. my mother’s astrological sign was a Cancer..she loved to cook and clean; she loved being mother. She told us how she missed baking apple raisin pies..she missed seeing us wear the mittens she knitted for us. The letters were heart breaking. Without us her life was dark; meaningless..and the voices in her head took over. My mother hung herself by the sleeves of her shirt. I had just turned 13.. as she was committing suicide hundreds of miles away from me.. unknown to me.. I had an unexplained panic attack.. I know now it was because children have an unexplained connection to their mothers.. I know that now as mother; it’s just a knowing. When the local preacher came to our house to tell us the next day.. every time I closed my eyes I felt myself falling..

My Mother March of 1983..she took her life April 27 1983Rest in Peace Mommy

My father took us to go and view her body lying in state. She looked as if she was sleeping.. I hadn’t seen my mother in so long. I longed to be held by her and to hold her.. but it was just her body.. she was gone. On her finger she wore a ring that I had given her. The ring was out of a Cracker-jack box; it was a gold northern star. I had told her we were all just stars; that we were just human for a little while and then we all just went back to being stars ( the wisdom of a child ) I remembered how she let me put it on her little finger. I pulled out some of my hair and placed it in with her when no one was watching; because I wanted some of me to go with her. I will never forget how I longed for her to come back to life..how unreal it was to see my mother’s body. My father didn’t let us stay for her funeral; I think it was because he was truly ashamed of what he had done to her.

There were happy times between them; when my mother was on an upswing .. when my father wasn’t being a beast.. they both made a princess birthday cake for me.. I had wanted the moment to last forever

 

But moment’s like these were far and few between..love was very rare in hour home.

Now fast-forward to my marriage 1999. I had thought I was marrying a great guy obviously. I was unconscious to the damage of my childhood..but I also know that there isn’t a single one of us that isn’t damaged or that hasn’t been broken.. I had a lot of things go wrong all at the same time.. it was like a catastrophic natural disaster. My husband had started having an affair when I was pregnant with our last child, our son. He became frustrated and angry with me because we had four miscarriages after having our two daughters. One of the miscarriages was quite far along .. five months into the pregnancy. I had gone through horrible grieving and depression; my husband checked out emotionally then..and began to blame me for his inability to be present emotionally though the lows in our marriage. By the time I was seven months into the pregnancy with our son.. he was totally gone emotionally..he didn’t even show up for the ultrasound. I saw him talking with her outside in our yard through the dinning room widow when they didn’t know I was watching.. it was clear by their body language and loving, lustful looks that they were sharing that they were intimate. But I had to push it down into my subconscious to stay pregnant ..to give birth to a healthy full term baby..and so the affair continued unchecked by me..I couldn’t confront it.

My mother and her children.. I am the one in the tree with the flowers!

When my son was born I went into a deep dark postpartum depression ( I wonder why? ) I spent many hours talking to the Pacific Postpartum Hotline ladies.. they coached me about self care..the guided me towards getting myself and my husband into marriage counselling.. but then my sister was diagnosed with a stage four brain tumor .. My son was still a nursing baby and my sister was dying.. It took all my strength to keep her in the hospital way from her abusive husband..so that she could die with proper care and dignity. It was January.. and I would drive an 1 1/2 hours in horrible conditions to spend hrs with my sister..to care for her..to spend her last hrs with her.. my husband resented being left with the baby and our two very young girls.. he resented the attention that I was giving my dying sister and then the attention that I was giving the baby and children over him.. he was doing house renos.. and he wanted to get shit done.. me and my sister..the kids were keeping him back ( and stopping him from having sex with his mistress ) The day after my sister died my ex husband emotionally abused me.. he screamed at me because the bottom of our son’s playpen had scratched the new wood flooring he had just put in.. he called me a selfish bitch..

My marriage was over.. even with marriage counselling.. with me getting talk therapy for my grief.. I was sick and depleted .. I didn’t know I had celiac .. I was a burden to him.. he left me to got to Mexico..with his friends ( mistress ) I put myself in the hospital so that I wouldn’t take my own life..I willingly had myself committed to be here to write this story..

Life is like that.. for many people.. one day everything can just crash and burn.. it’s like a bad country/western song.. his dog dies, his girlfriend leaves him..he looses his job.. and he is thinking of just putting one bullet in his gun.. just for him..

The point is this.. it can happen to anyone of us.. the wheel of fortune can take a horrible turn.. your child could be born with mental illness.. anything good or bad can happen..

I am also pointing out the differences between a deep mental illness and depression.. depression can be treated.. circumstances can change for the better given time and work.. some mental illnesses cannot be treated the same way.. my mom’s identical twin is still in a care home..I just went to visit her a few days ago. She needs to be kept safe from herself and other cruel people in the world that would hurt her because she is vulnerable..

If you are reading this because you are depressed and feeling suicidal.. please know you are not alone.. many people have the same thoughts and feelings.. you are not crazy or a bad person.. you are a person that needs TLC.. some love and compassion.. please have compassion on yourself and tell somebody.. anybody..and keep telling people until someone listens..it’s not weak it is brave to get help.. you are just experiencing an intense low in your life.. it will get better..it doesn’t seem like it now but time does heal all things..time and work..

If someone comes to you asking for help.. call 911.. call the crisis line or the hospital..they will guide you towards helping them..

I ask people to stop shaming people who ask for help.. stop shaming the mentally ill that need to be in care homes.. they need compassion not judgement.. they are vulnerable..they need to be protected.

The craziest thing in the world is the lack of compassion and tenderness.. the lack of humanity.

Written in loving memory of my mother

The Dream Within The Dream

 

I had the most amazing dream about the Egyptian Gods….

In my dream they spoke to me in dreams within the dream.. they sent me on a mission to find the heart… it was in the most unsuspecting place were no one thought it would be.. in a humble garden over grown with weeds.. it was once a place of lovers.. but the world has lost true love, so the garden was forgotten.. the spirits whispered to me the path and the way in the darkness..as those of the world tried to lead me away.. but I chose to listen to the spirits as I felt their love for love compel me… and in the darkness in the gateway was the heart.. cold..dormant and sleeping. I was told there was a key..by the spirits.. they told me to raise my hand towards the heart.. and when I did the heart started to open and bloom..it shined and shimmered.. and my hand became the key.. I was the key the entire time.. and I was chosen to bring the treasure to the people.. the ones of the birthright..

I had opened the heart of compassion.. and the old world of greed started to crumble..they sent their kind to find me and destroy me.. the greedy, heartless ones.. but the spirits told me…and they made them blind to me with their magic.. and they sent spirits to protect me and lead me to the treasure.. and right under their noses..I unlocked the golden chest .. as I am the key and they didn’t know it.. blind as they are to love..

I found the old scrolls of wisdom in the chest… and the beginning of creation…and I set the wisdom free into this reality again..

They are so blind.. they thought they had control.. but now the Gods are here.

This was my dream.. I awoke feeling protected.

 

Robin Williams Death

I like to think in the terms of ” Necessary Evil” sometimes something tragic has to happen to bring our attention around. I think that Robin’s death opened up a world wide conversation on depression, suicide and suicide prevention..

First lets take on the social stigma of suicide, the social implications brought on by 100s of years of religious dogma.. the belief that suicides don’t go to heaven or even the spiritual belief that people who commit suicide will be punished after death.. I myself don’t believe it.. because the ancient Emperor type Governments that created religion to control mass population didn’t want their surfs taking and easy out.. be it they made life horrible,and masses poor as surfs or ( free slaves ) they didn’t want any of us taking the ( easy way out ) of paying taxes, being drafted, or out of their disposal.. we are to be disposed of.. in away suicide could be seen as the last act of freedom.. and so it was even after your loved one committed suicide you could pay the Church ( that was really and is really the Government in disguise ) penance to get your dead relative out of purgatory… therefore making up for lost taxation revenue .. yup for real!… so this has led us to our present day social stigma on suicide.. ( why people don’t talk about it, unless it is with shame, shunning and victim blaming ).. that is we blame the person who committed suicide as a self murdering weakling.. instead of having compassion and mercy or understanding.. yet  we all know most of us have had suicidal thoughts.. because life can be one hell of bitch.. and some people are born chemically unbalanced, and some people have a million things crash and burn in their lives all at the same time.. they are burden overloaded.

Many artist are prone to suicidal thoughts, attempts and suicide because their artistic nature.. or passion makes them more emotionally sensitive to highs and lows.. I am one of them. When one has a tender heart, the mind suffers, when one is prone to artistic  ”"”genius is a person who displays exceptional intellectual ability, creativity, or originality, typically to a degree that is associated with the achievement of an unprecedented leap ofinsight. This may refer to a particular aspect of an individual, or the individual in his or her entirety”"”.. the mind may become unbalanced or weak in other ways.. my mind is prone to obsession .. many artist suffer in these ways.. we are 50% more likely to commit suicide then say an accountant or a lawyer.. because we are emotionally vulnerable..but it is our vulnerability that promotes our creativity and sometimes pure genius..in essence the pure of heart suffer greatly.

 

Second..Yes I have been suicidal.. my journey with my book has caused me to become socially ostracized, bullied, rejected. abused. This has been a lonely and dangerous journey.. I knew it would be, just not to this extent, I knew people would have problems understanding that I needed to break with social stigmas and taboos about women’s sexuality to break said stigmas and taboos.. and like women who have done so..like all them ” Slut shaming, victim blaming, rape culture thinking, the double standards” I unearthed them, writing about them.. being about them.. topless in my book, candidly writing about women’s sexuality.. I flew in the face of it and it flew right back in my face..and of course the social stigma.. ” I asked for it” holds true.. what a victim!.. and so yes, it seems bleak and dark, hopeless from time to time.. I go to low dank, dark places and I think about suicide.. it’ not like I want to die.. I just don’t know how much longer I can keep on living like this..

 

Thirdly.. what stops me from committing suicide? The thought of leaving my children with the fallout.. I don’t actually want to die, I love myself.. it’s just other people that hate me ( but it is a biggie ) not having love or respect from others is a KILLER.. my coping skills.. like sweet, darling Robin Williams.. I use humor .. I laugh at the stupidity of society..of the stupidity of my bullies.. I write about it.. I hit the gym, the track, do yoga, eat well, sleep as well as I can.. I live in the moment with my kids, I drink in their sweetness. I get mad.. I get right pissed the fuck off.. I write about it..I am grateful for the small things.. I stay away from assholes. I write about it..

 

Fourthly.. my own mother committed suicide when I was was 13. My mother had schizophrenia.. she had to silence the voices in her head.. I have memories of stopping her from cutting her wrists and taking an overdose of pills.. I was very protective of my mother.. but I knew she was going to succeed one day..and I wanted her to.. I know that sounds horrible but really it was love and empathy.. I saw her suffering, I saw her in and out of hospitals, not able to be with her children.. I knew when she was relapsing.. I knew ..she just had to do it.. because her life was not a life at all.. it was a prison in her mind.. it was a torture chamber..it was hell. I know she didn’t go from hell to another hell.. I know she is at peace..

I know Robin Williams is at peace too..

I just know it.

 

 

 

 

honesty

 

Compassion or sympathy for yourself is not being weak.. having compassion brings us to the understanding of our feelings.. or our emotions.. this is very important as our emotions are the internal compass that guides us and directs us down the correct path or paths of our lives.. when we turn off our emotions and deny our pain we loose direction in life.. so we must be honest and truthful as to our intentions, needs and wants.

My intention has been to become as free as possible.. it has been to help others experience this freedom with my intention to be as honest and as compassionate with myself as possible by honoring my feelings and my journey..as I am on a very human journey and our journeys mirror each other..there is much in my writing that many can relate too.. I hope to help other’s find their own compassion for themselves..

I have found it.. I have found self love.. I have found it down a very dark and sometimes scary path of intense loneliness.. but we all need to do it..we all need to have an amount of time in our lives to go into those dark places of the soul to mine our treasure.. to find meaning.. without other’s approval and with out material baggage..both of these things we can use to define us..but they truly do not.. for it is the heart and the intentions in the heart..that define the soul.. it is in the heart of compassion that the mind becomes clarified and cleansed of past experiences and traumas.. and so it has been this way for me.. I have found my treasure and it is my strength.. I have not failed.. I thought I had as I was defining myself through other’s eyes.. I was defining myself as the world would define success.. but on a spiritual definition I have found in myself so much more than I have ever thought possible.. I found compassion..and in that compassion for myself.. I have found compassion and the ability to forgive others.. I have learned that forgiving happens it steps and stages.. it takes time..as one has to feel each emotion to follow the pathway to the destination of forgiveness; as it is also a journey along the heart..

I have learned there are many that are not capable of understanding deep wisdom.. the wisdom of the Goddess..and other Divine wisdoms.. and in that knowing I can begin to forgive them ..as they simply do not know any better than what they are able to understand.. with this.. I can let them go and continue down this trail that I am forging.. that I am creating as I go..as it is my Divine Purpose to do so… and with that I can love myself and others… I can love the journey.. I can love the experience..and when I come to those times of intense hopelessness.. ( as I will again) I can forgive again and come to compassion.. I can love regardless of how other’s treat me or how they affect me,, this is true unconditional love.

I have learned not to give myself away to those who do not deserve me.. but I have learned to let them go with love..

Even if my book is not worldly success.. my spiritual journey with The Goddess Energy.. has been my success

As love is the destination.

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