And I quote …

There is no fight left in her. And that’s the best thing that ever happened for her.

For far too long the futile battle of light & dark has left her exhausted. She’s accepting both light & dark as the inherent gifts of the universe. She’s not in a duelling match with them. The light no longer wishes to ‘reform’ her dark, and her dark no longer wants to ‘control’ the light. Suddenly, she’s not playing the polarity game.

She’s not fooled into buying the teaching that there’s something wrong with her that needs fixing, and she’s got work to do before she’s finally ‘good’. Her divinity is in fully embracing her humanity. All of it. So where’s the imperfection?

The myth that one day light will vanquish the dark and there will be peace would have kept her exhausted & imprisoned. She’s already at peace right now! Even the light and dark within her are sitting at peace with each other. Game over.

What she’s experiencing in the ceasing of war is an unbelievable tranquillity & peace. Thank goddess she believed in her own wisdom.

Author: Joyous Woman With Sukhvinder Sircar

The Trip

Flexing my courage muscle and reconnecting with my sense of adventure, led me on a trip I had never taken before. Mentally. I am safe and have a most excellent trip sitter. When he feels me revealing vulnerability, he takes off his shirt to even our spiritual levels. I cannot take my eyes off of him. He feels like looking in a mirror. He meets my compassion and intimacy. We lay together until the darkness is all around. It’s not a scary darkness. It’s peaceful. Stars twinkle and lightning bugs are aglow. I am in child like wonder. I move to sit on the old, worn wooden floor, but staying close enough to simultaneously touch him, only if I need to, so as to stay grounded. It feels as though everything in the universe in somehow geometrically revealing itself to me. I see the ways all energy is connected. I feel an immense understanding and gratitude in my soul. Silence has never sounded so good. The crickets, frogs and owls all singing with the wind. I close my eyes. In my mind’s eye, I sit in the center of a mass, bountiful forest on the ground’s dirt. Moonlight spotlights me here. In its beam I can see memories very vividly. Things I had not thought of in years.

Memories:

Childhood trauma, but in a way that was healing and a release. Everything made sense.

– My Aunt going “missing” while I was spending the night and my cousins telling me that their Dad was going to kill her.

– Arguments between Mom and Dad. Holes punched in the wall. Being awaken and packing up belongings, secretly, in the middle of the night.

– My Dad being distraught after witnessing a woman jump to her death.

– My parents having an argument on a road trip. Stopping Mom from removing a bottle of pills from her purse. My memory suggests she was suicidal.

– Distracting my little sister (7) with playing music and coloring in my room as a teenager and covertly sneaking and calling my Nana when I believed my Mom was suicidal and begging her to pick up her bedroom phone, while on a cordless on the other side of the door.

Revelations:

I always have music playing. This was a coping mechanism for myself and a protection for my little sister.

The only hope for a better future is to stop hoping for a better past.

The perfection in timing of bearing my children, earlier than planned, but right on time and before I would not be able to. The one experience I cannot imagine my life without.

Everyone is just a person and therefore FLAWED.

The devil on our shoulder is self-serving while the angel is concerned with serving others in love. Is hell then a society made up of the self-serving devils and heaven a society made of people serving one another in love?

I feel love. I just feel love for everything and everyone. Love, love. All you need is love.<3

And coming down from Cloud 9, was a mighty fine ride (13 years in the making).

Whatever this is…I want MORE.

Understand me: I do not think all Trump supporters are bigots. I do not believe all Democrats hate Republicans and vice versa. I do not think pro-choice= pro-abortion, nor does anti-abortion= pro-life. You don’t have to be a Republican because you’re a Christian, you are not a terrorist because you are Muslim. You are not a lazy, socialist because you are stuck in poverty, suffer from a disability or even addiction. You did not make a choice to be black or gay. 

A lot of hate has been unleashed. We need to be smart and peaceful in our response and #solidarity #gohigh #safetypin #imwithyou #holdtheline