Posts Tagged ‘haters’

On being a FAN

You can tell its a rainy stormy day because this is my second post today…

I am not a groupie fan.. even though I am a fan of some other artist and media personalities work. But I am too much of a free thinker and an artist myself, to follow someone with my head up my ass like many groupie type fans do. I don’t respect the groupie type fan because for the most part they are stupid; they live vicariously through their star of choice rather than just seeing them as a real and fallible person like the rest of us. It’s a big mistake; because the higher up you put someone and the higher up they allow themselves to be worshiped .. the harder the fall..for them and their fans.

I really have very little respect for celebs that turn their fans on to people who question their motives; I find it immature; irresponsible and cowardly.

I have come up against some celebs by questioning their motives or intentions.. to have them turn their fans onto me.. I guess it’s a lot easier than actually having to question themselves. I think the greatest fault is actually believing that your invincible or above humanity.. the universe always has away of giving a person like that sudden smack in the face.

I think the fans that question you hold the most valuable lessons for you..and that is why, when my followers question me.. I let them. It’s a very hard thing to do; because you have to weight the truth of the statement from other’s issues that they may or may not be projecting onto you… but listening and humility is the key to personal growth.

I don’t want to come off as a conceited jerk; or a shallow selfish person.. and so if anyone says to me that I am giving off that vibe I want to hear from them as to how and why. Many people have said to me ” Why don’t you block that jerk.” and I say ” Because it’s fascinating how people perceive me.. I could have something to learn here..but if they get down right abusive I will block them”

I never allow anyone to call down other people on my Facebook or on my other online profiles; I let them speak their truth and stand up for what they believe in.. but I don’t allow gay bashing, sexism or physical threats or if possible character bashing..because I am responsible for my profiles.

Of course I am not famous.. not by a long shot.. but if I was I wouldn’t have anything to hide..and I wouldn’t allow or use my fans to hide behind..

I think if your a celeb people have a right to question your motives; if you say you stand for something you damn well better stand for it.. or get off your high horse and off the red carpet.

Like Madonna says to her haters ” Bitch please your a fan.” and they are.. I feel that my haters..or what some people might call trolls; have taught me some very valuable lessons..

I think that questioning yourself; your integrity, your path, your message, your talents..and if your putting anything new or relevant out into the world is the key to true artistry ..

I am sure that’s just too fucking humble for some celebs.. but that is exactly what is going to keep them from breaking boundaries..from writing lyrics ..singing new songs or doing anything that will change society for the better.. if you keep your head up your popular ass and don’t listen to the public.. your just going to keep your same boring, plain Jane groupies.. sugar coating it for you.

But hey if that’s what you want.. keep it comfortable.

A message to haters

This is to my hater/haters.. send it to yours.. 

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I better be very careful from now on about what I write because Mary Lawver is watching over my blog and reporting me to the RCMP.. I must realize that she has total control over the content of my blog and mind.. or Mary is going to tattle tale on me for writing vile content. I am a mother, so according to Mary I am not allowed to use vile language .. like the words ( fuck, fuck you, fuck off, bitch, cunt.. etc ) because Mary is the blog and online police.. if I don’t keep within her standards of tattle tale approval I will be reported on to Mental Health, my local papers, The Mayor of Kelowna, Google, Youtube, Facebook etc.. etc.. because I must do as I am told ..or according to Mary if I don’t follow her censorship I should have my children taken away from me and I should be forced into the mental ward.. and then I should be forced onto medication.. until I turn into Mary..

If I was to be like Mary.. I would behave like Mary online.. and post unoriginal content.. Yes nothing groundbreaking or artistic.. original or remotely controversial.. nope.. I would be keeping pure and safe.. and then if anyone should dare write about sexuality.. post any images of artistic nudity.. I would jump on that like a busy body.. and report that vile offender. I would then condemn them to be locked up and shunned by society.. yes that is what I would do if I was Mary.. and then I would secretly know that they were condemned to burn in HELL!

If I was Mary.. if the wicked sinners crossed me.. if they dared to stand up to my ultimate self righteous demands on their behavior and lifestyle.. I would call them bullies and a stalkers.. while I bullied and stalked them relentlessly under a fake name and image online.. because if I was Mary I would see myself as the supreme authority on all vile, sickos daring to call themselves feminist and artist.. secretly as Mary I would find gay people disgusting. As Mary I see mothers as being only mothers; they are not allowed to have dreams and goals past their children. If I saw a single mother being sexy and sensual online I would report that little bitch.

As Mary I have no original content.. so don’t know how to mind my own fucking business.. and because my mind is void of all creativity I cannot tolerate such crazy behavior online. I don’t know how to mind my own fucking business because I don’t have any creative hobbies of my own. As Mary my hobby is making you miserable .. you pathetic creative, crazy, sexy, freaks you make me uncomfortable with your liberal thoughts and attitudes. I cannot stand the thought of you having great sex when I am afraid to touch my own girly parts.

As Mary I haven’t ever had an orgasm.. because that is vile and evil.. that sexual energy and compulsion to wither about .. that is the work of the DEVIL.

All of you artist have multiple sex partners I know it! You have threesomes, and orgies .. I will have none of that! I will see to it that all unknown, sexy artist will be emotionally destroyed before they reach mainstream and taint the world with more FILTH! I fill fixate and hunt you all down by contacting your rivals and competition, to secretly have others do my dirty work for me. I will make sure they all know how disgusting and sickening your sexuality .. your orgasms on canvas, camera, screen, musical recordings, writings and withering dances are.. I will clean up the morality on this planet for the good lord commands me to do so as his good Christian Soldier .. I am Mary.. I am right.. all these sexy little artist and their sexual ways remind me of the withering pits of hell..full of demonic orgies .. Satan sitting on his throne of fire weaving his magic lust over his sexual slaves of creative compulsion!

I am Mary..and so I am like Mother Teresa .. I think AIDs is a curse from God.. to smite the wicked orgasming sinners.. those who fornicate outside of marriage and with same sex partners in orgies of artistic passion!

I am here to clean the world of such filth.. there will be no dancing.. no paintings of nudes, no lyrics sung or written of sex.. I will have all the artist and creative genius.. locked up .. medicated.. sterilize ..and their children taken from them to  be raised by me! ~ Mary

Cause haters gonna hate!

And the best way to deal with it.. is to have a good laugh at their expense.. all in the name of artistic expression.

 

I Dream of Buddha

I have had a very difficult few days promoting my book online. I have been called many names, and I have learned of lies and gossip spread about me; and I have learned of those believing the lies instead of listening to the truth. I have been directly contacted and told by some how horrible I am. How I am pretty but it is a shame that I am so negative. I am negative for telling the truth about those who have discriminated against me. I have been told I am an unhappy person in denial by those in denial of the truth of their own behaviors, actions/in-actions towards me. Many allow the discrimination by turning a blind eye to it, because to admit that it is happening would mean they would have to do something about it. They don’t want to help me because it would disrupt their comfort and positions in society..

I experienced a huge range of emotions.. from hopelessness, sorrow, shock, anger and then my in my conscious defense ( humor ) humor to fight the ignorance and stupidity.

Last night before falling asleep I asked the Universe or the Divine for a dream to help guide me or to help me.. this is called lucid dreaming. I have been able to lucid dream since I was a child; but I am not always answered by the Divine or Universal Energy.. but I was last night.. I am finding as my struggle with society begins to become even more heated that I feel the presence of the I AM.. with me directly. The dream I had last night almost feels miraculous ….

” I sat still and motionless on the lily pad.. I was the small green fog. I was still within the pod.. I floated without effort..I was the lily pad. I quietly opened to the sun..as my petals peeled back one by one and my fragrance filled the air.. I was the lily. The light breathed through me.. I carried it with in me.. I was the air. I burned my warmth forth without effort.. I was the sun. I looked within.. I was in everything; I wasn’t trying, I just was.. the Buddha.” ~ The Dream

I hope you can see the beautiful humility in the words. Humility is the greatest force of The Divine.. it is only through humility that we find the God/Goddess within us. It is only through humility that we are able to see through or own egos and the egos of others..

The Buddha didn’t speak to me but spoke through me and through the peace of tranquility .. The Buddha carried both the masculine and the feminine in my dream… this represented balance again..or the still center. In my dream the Buddha was blue.. this is the color of truth.. and the Buddha was showing me it’s eye wide open.. it was the color of tropical waters or turquoise.. the spiritual meaning of turquoise is peace.. meditation, mediation, protection, comfort, calm, stillness, healing.. turquoise is the color of basic truth and deep wisdom.

The Buddha was telling me that I am dealing with ego’s that are steeped in illusions .. My society and all society is mesh of illusions projected by ego.. the emotions of these egos.. or their projected perceptions of how they see themselves and how they see the world is being projected onto me..as they attempt to label me to fit me into their illusions. I am provoking their response by not allowing myself or them to tangle me up in their illusions.. to be my truth or the truth is highly offensive to them..as their illusions give them great comfort, status, wealth or prestige in society..the only way for them to find Nirvana was for the Buddha to find Nirvana.. by seeking only the truth past illusion or ego..

If I were to accept their illusion.. I would be crushed by it.. as they seem to have to put me into the victim role for them to excuse themselves from their own dysfunctional attitudes and behavior… and that has been denial of their own egos..

And so it is that I find Nirvana.. by seeing the truth.. for truth ..by the stillness and humility of internal balance.. meditation.. by being the Buddha within all things..

And so it is that this dream brought me peace, protection, tranquility..and the power to keep being the truth.

{ 3 things cannot be hidden long;

The sun

The moon

The truth } ~~ Buddha

The Hornets Stung Me

 

 

 

I am head by a century ..and the disappointment is getting me down..

Anger is all around..

It swarms in an angry cloud..

And that’s when the hornets stung me..

Sending me into a feverish dream..

Making me question everything..

As they attack me

Because…

I am ahead by a century.. and the disappointment is getting me down..

Bitterness all around..

Words thrown down..

And that’s when the words stung me..

Sending me into a frenzy..

Making me question me..

Causing me to hurt me..

Because..

I am ahead by century .. and the disappointment is getting me down..

The venom all around..

And that’s when the reaction took me..

Sending me into flight or fight..

Making me my worst enemy..

Bringing me to the ground..

Because..

I am ahead by a century..and the disappointment is getting me down..

 

( Inspiration taken from The Tragically Hip – Ahead by a century)

 

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