Onward & Upward

Took a needed break from my blog as I dealt with offline life. Lot of painful Tower card moments -โ˜‡- but sometimes that’s how it rolls in order for one to get forward momentum, especially when so many blocks are stacked or chained to you, entrapment in what no longer serves you in the Good Way.

Betrayals and Soul-wounding, – breaking, from those who once vowed, “I would never.”

But it’s okay. Catalysts are often painful. And I made it through; moved myself and my kids from an intensely negative environment into a so much better one for us.

New town (city), new home, new job, new Life. Even a new (to me) car, because apparently my Sacred Peeps are thoroughly hardcore about my fresh start ๐Ÿ˜:

My new-to-me 2011 Sweet Suburban ride.

Also, a new outlook, as I let go of the pain and grip of the last 5-6 years, and live in my Present with an eye on my Future, returning to My Self.

Like the Phoenix, I Rise. You can’t keep a Good Woman down. โœจ

Phoenix Rising, a Kimri tattoo, Element Tattoo, Bozeman, Montana.

But… At an immeasurable cost on the physical plane – the “3D” to those in the Know: my Twin Flame (Re)union. The Karmic won. My Truth, my warnings, fell on deaf ears, blinded eyes, and to my infinite shock, my TF chose the fool’s gold in the hand, instead of taking a risk on a 24k future.

And it’s taken a while for me to recover from that blow; I’m still healing, over a year later. Yet I still struggled, because I made promises, vows. How to fulfill them with such a jagged, harsh, negative fracture between us? How could I possibly tell him he is forgiven?

The 5D. I’ve been working on it. Working to fulfill my end of the sacred bargain, because at the end of the day, it’s my Soul I see when I look in the mirror. I don’t renege.

Then I stumbled upon this video on YouTube:

Twin Flame Revolution: Why you don’t have to wait for your Twin Flame.

So, I’m okay. I’m better than okay, and improving – gaining Strength – by the second. I have Me, my Kids, my Dog. I have Everything. Life is Good and I am Blessed. Thank You. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŸ

See you in the 5D, Starshine. Peace.๐Ÿ’ซโœŒ๐Ÿพโ˜ฎ๏ธ


Let’s Talk About Race

So You Want to Talk About Race

I started writing about my fears for my community and my family. I had started to see myself, and once you start to see yourself, you cannot pretend anymore.

So You Want to Talk About Race by
Ijeoma Oluo.

I ask every one of my white friends and Fam to read this book. I ask any and all white strangers, both in and outside the U.S. to read this book. I ask that all junior high schools and high schools in the U.S. add it to their regular curriculum. I ask that it be adapted for elementary students, and a children’s book for Pre-K.

Please. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ

#Racism #Education #SilenceIsRacism

Done, son

45 racist Pocahontas statement This surreal bullshit right here is why I no longer just gossip about TV shows and celebs on Twitter, or Facebook, for that matter. Seriously, I used Facebook to play Farmville and frivolously chat and/or talk smack about my favorite shows, books, movies and Brad Pitt. ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿพ

And I even did so while the first Black President of the United States held office. For eight Obama years, I put up with racist crap in my town under the fake as fuck claim of “politics.” (Tea Party, anyone?)

Bitching about Bush (pick one or both), Clinton, and any president in years past – that was politics. The unbelievable micromanaging and sabotage done to Obama’s administration – that was (still is) racist. Made even more clear (as if that was necessary to those in the know) by the statements made after the fact, during the 2016 election:
“Obama ruined race relations in the U.S.” and “What are you complaining about? We had/voted for a Black man for president.” (Shades of “I’m not racist; I have a Black friend.”)

But I’m fucking well past done with this horrific Administration and the House and the way both are pissing on ALL Americans. I was well past done with people in power targeting PoC and women before I was born. But this methodical and irresponsible destruction of everything a Black man put in place (within the confines of a racist AF House) for no other reason than because Obama did it (seriously, how old are these motherfuckers in the White House and Senate?) and God forbid, tried to help people (and yes, we know it wasn’t perfect; see “confines of racist AF House”), is narcissistic, sociopathic, white-supremacist insanity and it’s destroying our country.

I’m not a big fan of politics; never have been. I enjoy using social media to doink around, snark, laugh and gossip. I was perfectly fine frolicking about my life without a political care in the world – even when George W. was in office. (Although I bitched about him and still do cause 9/11). I bitched about Bush,
yet at the same time, wasn’t actually terrified that he was destroying our country from the inside-out.

I actually resent the fact that 45 and his ChumpTools administration force me to step outside my comfort zone. I hate that I actually know who senators are now. I greatly dislike that rather than chill with a great Kresley Cole novel, I’m leaving messages in Washington D.C. voicing my ever-growing and apparently never fucking ending concerns!

More than anything, I hate that I feel the impact and consequent ripple effect of 45’s innate misogyny and racism in my town, my state, my country. And I hate that I see how many just ignore it or dismiss it. Or worse, normalize it.

Since my voice isn’t permitted to be via the local paper (cause yeah, “politics” ๐Ÿ™„), I’m going to share it across what media I can. I’ve never been one to live in a bubble with my head in the sand and my mouth shut. And, most importantly, my kids agree they’d rather their Mom speak out against wrongs than play it safe and quiet.

So… Even though I don’t post here often, my Facebook – like my Twitter for some time now – is about to ๐Ÿ›‘ being all sunshine, rainbows and offspring.
Won’t let it slide anymore; this is My country too. ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ
#SilenceIsRacism #Privilege