Posts Tagged ‘woman’s voice’

The Year of the Rooster in Politics/ year of the cocks

 

This year is basically going to be the year of the dictators ( dick taters ) get it? It is going to be the year of political posturing and strutting by many of our world leaders and we are going to all become wise to just how much of a boy’s club the political arena really is. The Year of the Fire Rooster starts just when Trump takes up the throne of power or  the presidency, what a coincidence? When we look at Trump’s birth astrology we see that he is a shooting star or rather a person that takes no one’s advice but his own. He is a lover of the limelight and will not be able to play well with others. This year produces and influences our world leaders towards the pursuit of their own single minded success verses the success of the people they rule for as they see themselves as ruling over us, not ruling for us. They will be inflexible and unable to seek compromises within the first six months of this year until every rooster finds his own roost or boundaries in which he can rule personally. We will see Trump lead the role of inquisitor towards those he defines as having done him wrong during his running.. like The New York Times as they chose the side of is advisory Hilary Clinton and printed stories that undid his authority; or so he thinks.

This is the year that the press will become divided as it will become clear to the common people by the inquisitions, what publishers of the news are actually using journalistic integrity. If we thought they were not before it will become very obvious just how tainted our press really is. It will become very obvious that we are being spoon fed our information by powerful dictators like Trump. Hollywood and Hollywood actors and actresses will become divided in protesting, for being used as puppets towards brainwashing the common people, there will be a new type of star born out of the half truths and lies put on them to project to the common public. A new trend will surface towards being raw, open and honest as well as being a rebel with a cause; as it serves the highest good of the people.

This will not be a time to protest in the streets or to riot or to be near any of these protest or riots as the dictator like energy of this year will cause marshal laws to be enforced, it is best to protest in a more passive way like not investing in companies or people that are being run by the dictatorships. This will hold true world wide, if people protest in mass there will be mass punishments. We see stupid and small meaningless laws being made and past by the governments to further keep civilians in line by the threat of jail time and fines. This is a year were war is very possible due to the inflexible energy of many men going for the brass ring or wanting to rule the world rather than just their roost, many men of great worldly power using that power and influence to feed their own gigantic egos.

This is the year of intense ego clashes that could lead to war and mass suffering over the cause of personal freedoms.

Men to be concerned with? Donald Trump first and foremost as he is the trip wire or the catalyst that starts the ego fires in the other world leaders by not respecting boundaries and borders. Kevin O’Leary the Canadian reality show star who wishes to out Justin Trudeau, who will not respect him or his leadership and Justin Trudeau who will not allow protesting in Canada over the laying of oil and gas pipelines . Trump will be in a battle of egos with Vladimir Putin over boarders, spying, military strength and media lies and Trump will also be clashing with Kim Jong Un the leader of North Korea over nukes. Kim Jong Uh has already somewhat relented in the press because he is crazy and it takes crazy to know crazy. Of course this is just the tip of the iceberg, there will be much more and it will produce much fear around the world… but..

The egos will begin to relent by the late spring or early summer giving us all some personal relief, but it will be intense and it will leave us all thinking ” Who are these children with nukes that are running our world!?

So buckle up and batten down the hatches, remember to stay away from anything like protests and just stay calm and detach from the media and political drama as much as you can. We will all get through the big boy’s temper tantrums.

You Are The Wishing Star

 

Science says that when you wish upon a star..that star is already dead.. that it’s light had to travel billions of light years to reach the earth.. it is logical to reason that the particulate matter from that star has then become a part of the earth’s crust .. and so as Carl Sagan has said ” We are all star stuff ” Not only are you a part of the matter that star consisted of, but you are also a part of it’s energy..so in fact you are the star you are wishing upon.. and so why are you wishing on yourself? Why are you worried? Can’t you see that you have already existed for billions of years.. you have traveled across time and space to be standing right were you are now..and can’t you see that even if your body should parish or become one with the earth again.. you will indeed take up a new form and your energy will travel the cosmos to manifest in multiple different ways; and quite probably different realities.. and so it is that the God/Goddess or the light..the sun ( as it is a star ) is not only within you but is you…and so you are the Christ/Buddha/Majesty .. we are all Christ .. we are holy.. we are all sacred.. we are infinite.. we are not just infinite beings..for we are more than just beings..for we are being for but a small while.. for we are so much bigger than just this time of NOW..so there is much more than the POWER OF NOW..there is the power of the infinite that is also the NOW..as the power of energy is all things in one…and one thing in all things..and so you are the beginning, middle and the end.. and as the infinite; the end is but a new beginning..and so like the star you don’t actually die you just transform, as energy cannot be created or destroyed .. it simply transcends or transmutes .. Yet the light of the star is real to us in our physical bodies.. and so it is to remind of us of our origins..or, our original power.. as it burns from the inside out.. and so the cosmos is within you..the Kingdom of Heaven is through you..as you are the Kingdom..you body is simply a temple that holds the soul’s energy.. just like a candle that holds the light of the flame..

And so when you are wishing upon the star you are asking the star to remind you of HOPE..as the Star is the ancient symbol of hope.. for you have forgotten and lost your way.. you have forgotten your greatness.. you have forgotten your origins and that you are also on an endless journey across the cosmos.. yet you worry and you wish.. but the wish is you.. you are what the star wished for..for it to manifest it’s self in human form to experience a new reality and an new way of being.. and so when you have become weary of your journey ..when you have lost all hope.. look up at the stars..and have them look into you ..and they will say to you.. ” Remember how great tho art ” for we are the art of the infinite.

And so it is that a few thousand years ago.. Wise Men looked upon the heavens..and the star guided them to a child..and the child was the star.. and the star came to remind you .. that you are the star..so seek within and you will find the Christ Child within you.. no matter what your religion.. no matter if you are an atheist or a priest.. it is a simple wisdom to know that we are all star stuff.

A Single Mother and Sex

 

I am just in the mood to share my thoughts on what it’s like to be a single mother that gives a fuck. I give fuck about living a good life,  about my kids, my work, my body and my fitness. I give a fuck about spiritual enlightenment and about real people. There are many things I don’t give a fuck about. I don’t give a fuck about shallow, boring people and their bullshit, small talk. I don’t give a fuck about high school drama played out by adults in their mid 20s and up.. grow the fuck up.. until then not one fuck is given by me. I don’t give a fuck about the party lifestyle. I don’t give a fuck about people that make excuses. I don’t give a fuck about pity parties..and I don’t give a fuck about other single moms that put fucking asshole boyfriends ahead of their kids. I don’t give a fuck about weak ass women.,, women who do everything for men ..and nothing for their own sake or the sake of their children. I give a fuck about the things and people that matter.. the things that make you stronger.. the things that cause you to improve… I give a fuck about people who give a fuck about people and things that matter..for the rest; not one fuck is given.. ( and so I ramble ) but I don’t give a fuck because it feels good to speak my mind..and that is why I am still single. I need a man who can take it.. strait up like a shot of 100 proof truth.. I don’t want a man that needs me to become some weak bitch to make him feel like a man he obviously is not.

And so it is, that I don’t have sex and haven’t for quite sometime..but when I become interested in a guy and he starts to put his bullshit and baggage on me.. I don’t think carrying all of his past relationships and insecurities ..is worth the cock .. honestly.. there always seems to be some fucking karma involved and some other stupid girl that stalks his ass..or girls..and I think to myself ” fuck it” Because I love my mind, free and clear.. I love to think about shit like this..about writing on my blog as some rogue bad girl..misbehaving .. swearing like I own my freedom.. screaming out on text like some wild little wolf pup howling into the wind.. this is my voice.. I don’t want to give it up..for some cock LOL ( ha that made me burst out laughing like some crazy thing ) I like being crazy Gracie.. I love it and I love myself.. I don’t want some guy putting me into a box for some cock LOL..it’s just not worth it.. but of course the catch is; I like sex..but I don’t want it to be used against me to own my mind and emotions to feed some guys pathetic ego. Why do guys need to be worshiped? I don’t have the time for that shit..or rather I don’t want to spend my time worrying about if my man is going to stick his cock in that woman that flirts with him.. the one that feeds his ego more than I do..or more than I could ever want to.. I just don’t want to do it.. I want to go to the gym.. I want to write funny shit.. I want to meditate or paint or dance.. but yes it would be nice to have sex.. but why the hell does it have to cost me the freedom of being a free woman? Why the hell do guys think that to be my man he has to take up space in my head.. I feel smothered.. I am an intellect.. an artist, a free spirit.. I just can’t be a nice, well behaved girl just so that he will keep bringing his cock to me..and not put it in other girls who dumb it down just for him..

And then.. young guys or older guys ..or guys my age..

young guys want to party..

guys my age are bitter and mad at the ex wives..

older men ..well they are boring as hell..

Tis the conundrum ..the catch 22.. and because I give a fuck about the stuff that matters ( while not giving a fuck about the stuff that doesn’t ) I give a shit about love.. *Oh* there is just no winning here!

And then guys say stupid shit like ” If women made us step up by having us chase them instead of throwing themselves at us we would date women and be more romantic” I call bullshit on that..stop blaming us for your immaturity..a man needs something to chase.. my ass.. because once he has got it;  he is keeping his options open for the  next best piece of ass..because variety is the spice of life you know?

I am sorry this doesn’t come off as intellectual banter tonight..but I am a woman and so I have my moods..and tonight I am feeling like just doing whatever the fuck I want..if I had a man in my life do you think I could? Don’t you think he would be looking over my shoulder asking ” What are you writing about babe? Holy fuck you can’t write about that.. you sound like a foul mouthed bitch.. you should take out the swearing.. you should say intimacy instead of sex.. don’t put in a sexy pic either.. I don’t want guys looking at your tits.” so the question is.. is some cock worth it?

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.

In love

 

I didn’t expect it to happen.. I don’t know exactly what happened.. I thought you would just be like the rest of them.. just another guy but you have something so special inside.

It was like an inner, tiny, micro explosion when your eyes locked with mine.. all of the walls that I carefully kept up..that I had built with fear and apprehension.. fell to dust… when your soul met mine.

And now I am confused..so powerful and supernatural ..so transcendental is this transformation of my heart from caterpillar to butterfly.. that I feel so humble as the holy light of dawn rushes in were only darkness once lived.. the melancholy turned to bliss..but a bliss that is so fragile.. leaving me weak and vulnerable.. such is the love of words not yet spoken.. held tenderly in the heart so fearful of once again being broken.. how you have me under your spell.. that I can not believe that you could also love me like this? Could you? Could you love as the moon loves the sun’s first morning kiss?

Could you love in the dreamy dream of the moonstruck madness of love not yet spoken of.. not yet spoken of between me and you.. as a candle freshly lit.. the flame yet to breath in the reality of its own existence.. the miracle of what it is just becoming.. a light to light the world and many candles yet not knowing the joy.. the joy of you ..of your eyes.. the light of your soul that I see dance beneath your diamond irises .. how could you be so beautiful? Could you love my soul as I love yours? Oh how we have lived such parallel lives.. how we walked the same roads and talked to the same people.. never to meet but suddenly to meet like this.. how could you love me as I love you like the beat of my own heart?..  others will divide us.. even though our souls are of the same light.. we are kindred in spirit .. we beat with the same heart..but our lives are so different.. they will tear us apart. But even so.. I love you anyway.. for your love has opened my heart.. your love has set me free.. your love has softened me.. from the brutal cold hearts; the mean and the cruel.. you have given me back wonder and innocence.. wings to fly.. you have unlocked the prison that they trapped me in with their cruelties .. you are poetry..the painter of my soul…you have given my wounds sweetness and balm.. you healed me instead of injuring me.. you my love pulled arrows from the breast of the swan.. you are my song.. music and delight.. you are a pleasure just to behold in the sun’s golden light.. I see your soul glitter through your eyes.. your voice like the warm summer breeze.. sounds so soft as madrigal poems.

But I know this.. meeting you has made my heart so delicate.. like rose petals and gossamer wings… like silken threads of spider’s webs.. my heart it is so sensitive… and so I weep of words I dare not speak should you not feel the same for me..should I break the spell of love so sentimental that the luxuriousness will be lost by your denial..and so I write here.. my heart sequestered .. I hide away in this secret place least the fairy dust should settle.. the fall to earth would be more than I can take..for my heart has already been shattered, I know I would break.

Could you love like this too? Could you love me like such a childish fool? Of all the things I will dare to do.. of all the dangers that I willingly face.. I cannot tell you to your face.. that I love you..

Yes there is love at first glance.. you are the one who showed me that.

Love is all powerful

 

I met someone and I thought that we had clicked… but I was wrong again. I was wrong because it appears that he didn’t feel the same way. I was so sure; that when he didn’t respond like I thought he would.. I cried and I cried tonight. Of course when these things happen I feel so foolish and silly.. I feel so vulnerable and damaged..and I am really. My heart has a million scares and wounds.. I am a bleeding heart.. I am mush. It’s especially sad because it isn’t often that I feel that click with a guy..because I am so different and picky. But I opened up my already broken heart that never really seems to mend ( because I am a sensitive soul ) and once again I found myself in my own pool of tears on my pillow.

It’s a constant craving.. this craving for ” The One ” that I have apparently never met..and then it is a continual heartbreak when I dare hope that maybe this someone new could be him..and then my heart is dashed against the rocks like a ship lost at sea.. and all hope seems lost again..and I must grieve the loss of a love that never blossomed.. a light.. like a lighthouse that seems so faraway .. he is so far away from..so far that I just can’t see.. why is he so faraway from me?

And I say to The Angel of Love..” Why do you play with my heart like this? Why can’t you send me somebody to love? Send me someone to heal my broken heart.. to protect me from others who would see me suffer?”

It is such a dangerous thing to feel.. to open up your heart.. to be exposed to others.. to cry..even alone.. to truly allow yourself to be in sorrow..

Love is all powerful.. men and some women they want money and fame and they think that is powerful.. but you can have all of those things but to not have someone truly love you for all of your faults and strengths.. everything else means like nothing at all.. so love is all powerful.

Love is the muse for the artist.. it is the creative force.. without love the world would be gray and barren.. emotionless and pale.. love is everything..

But even though I feel him in my heart.. I cannot find him..

The craving will never leave.. the longing for his strength and touch.. the sound of his voice.. his scent .. his presence .. this will never leave me..

Until I find him I will be raw..

And the tears will fall..

Like rose petals on silk sheets..

My heart like crushed fruit.

 

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