Privacy or Secrets?


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The desire for privacy is vastly different than wanting to keep secrets. Intelligent people can feel whether you’re authentic or not. If you keep secrets, it’s a lie and manipulative. Spinning an image is politics and greed.

Privacy is for mystics and artists who need silence to hear their muses and manifest truth that comes out of their feelings and body. Privacy is needed to channel the intuition and bring forth Love.

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Mindset; Life in Between Writing


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Does the life inside my head, when I’m not writing, count as my Life?

Or do I have to go outside and be around people to observe and participate in that stuff in between writing for that to count as my Life?

Or does the time I’m just being empty-headed, doing and thinking nothing and not writing count as my Life?

I think it all counts. Thoughtforms tend to be phantasms but they’re really not ya know. The preponderance is on the action in our society but it’s not that way for writers. Thought forms are picked up by the mind and manifested into the cells of the body.

When the sky is gray, like today, or it’s snowing, all of nature brings a variation that causes lip licking and nose blowing with a temperamental euphoria that distinctly tastes like the air.  I love the smell of the crisp air in Michigan winter.  This is my life in between writing.

But even though the snow plows the street, must we go on an errand?  I just want to drink my Earl Grey tea and sit in my master chair writing my latest musing.  That’s the thing about being a writer.  When my mind is swirling, my body won’t.

For now, watching the rhythmic drips from my roof out my window will do.

 

 

 

 

 

Prose; Liquid Saturday


I roll around in my warm bed by myself like a dulcet silken bag of potential poetry spoken into an imaginary lovers ear. Or I could sing to him. I haven’t had that opportunity yet.

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I’m happy…really. It’s abundant, nurturing, warm, and close to the earth.

I find the peacefulness of being by myself in a relationship with myself to be magical. I can surf the waves of words that sit below my navel and bring them up into my stomach to digest with my breakfast, then into my heart where my son, cute animals and gentle firemen reside and express it through the voice in my fingers.

Put me on a secure raft in some warm tropical waters and that’s where I am.

Sure, I have to cook, chew my food, do the dishes and take out the trash, but that is atmospheric seasoning to where my percipience is really focused.

My perception is in my body which is still feeling the dream I had last night like a crab secure in its loose-fitting, restful shell.

Only the inspiration of a local tree could suggest I stand up and walk out the door made from it’s relation. The trees get used and splintered for our delight with the fantasy of solid things. My world is really liquid, empty space full of potential.

Heartset; What Is Your Motivation for Being in a Relationship?


Private & Passionate Prose-Cover by Canva jpgI can only speak for myself but maybe you can relate. In order to achieve intimacy, you or I, it takes a bit of self-inventory. The consequences of not doing it are more trouble and heartbreak and none of us needs that. The inventory consists of;

*How am a feeling about a new partner? (positive, negative, cynical or hopeful?)

*What are my habitual thoughts about the matter? Am I fixated on one or two specific people? Have I fixated on a certain type about which I’m fantasizing?

*Am I in it for love and am I trying to rationalize superficial motives because I don’t really believe it’s possible?

I’ll answer my own question. I’m in it for love; friendship and sex with love are my main motivations. But I hate the third question because the truth is, I feel unloveable and unappreciated based on my natural traits because I’m so different and too intimidating for possibly any man. What always occurs for me is a man is attracted to my looks but when they talk to me and get to know me they go away because I’m a free spirit, smart, and won’t be controlled. I’m not defensive about it but calm which is even worse right? So, that’s unloveable on this planet. I’m not capable of being a compliant woman with the social order. I have my own order and it’s creative. I love what I’ve created for my life and it’s my solace.

Friendship includes someone to talk to with whom I can relax. We get each other. It’s not like climbing a mountain to communicate and no one is overdramatic. There may be a bit of contention which is common but overall, you enjoy talking to each other and being together. Sex is just a pleasure and very healthy. That one is easy.

There are all kinds of studies showing that humans who receive no touch or intimacy decline in health. Shallow sex is also bad for the psyche because it lacks emotional bonding that we all need. I’m actually concerned about that for myself. But studies also show that what ages and brings down the health of women the quickest is living with a man! That sounds ironic but…

Obviously, living with the wrong man is what they mean. The wrong man is the one you’re not compatible with during normal hours, not just sex. The right man is your best friend. You’re very fortunate if you find it.

Prose; Analogy & Metaphor


 

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The Delboeuf illusion makes one dot appear larger than the other. But they’re the same size. Your brain is misled by comparing the dots to the surrounding circles.

What’s the difference between an analogy and a metaphor?…

Turns out…not much.

An analogy is a rational difference between two things,

As though any two things are actually that different.

A metaphor is in the eye of the beholder.

Did you notice?


I changed the title of my blog to finally focus (it’s an issue) on the topic I’ve written about the most over six years; intimacy between women and men and the societal earthquakes shaking up gender views. I also feel it’s a hot topic right now on every level. Being who I am my writing will include frank discussions about sex. 😊

My other writing will be turned into a book or booklet unless it gets trashed. It’s very cathartic to clean up one’s blog.

If anyone is interested in my site on holistic medicine and reiki it is also on here at;

https://medicalmassagegr.com

Healthcare is another societal earthquake and my business remains busy as people change the perception of their bodies. I believe any further extended essays I write on intuition will be found at this site since intuition is biological and natural. Interesting dreams I have will be discussed there.

See you on here! I appreciate your posts and your appreciation of mine.

Lisa T.

Heartset; Breath controls Feelings


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I was inspired by Cristian Mihai’s blog about being alone. I shared the link above. Please read it if you have not. I actually just blogged on “I’m Alone Now” because my nineteen-year-old son left home.

I told Cristian that I related exactly to about eighty-percent of how he feels and I’m guessing many writers on here are introverts and love to be alone. But for me, it’s very positive. I never feel lonely. In fact, I wish I had longer streams of time, undisturbed alone to read, think and write. I’m still very busy in my home and have a small holistic business here so people are in and out. That may be part of it, I’m not sure.

I paused when Cristian wrote, “You can’t change how you feel”. Long pause. “Hmmm.” “No, he’s right.” I thought. “Feelings are organic. They just come up.” We all know that and it’s part of what makes us writers. But I have a physical process I go through that I want to share that turns my tears, worry, anxiety, sadness, the concern that comes up organically into feeling better.

I observe my breath. In and out. It is MY breath in MY body. I have complete control over how my breathing feels and how I allow my breath to reach my organs. I envision my blood pulsing through me. It feels very warm and loving. I relax my feet and make sure they are planted on the ground. I relax my legs. As a writer, I find immense joy and gratitude in feeling my brain and eyes process like a computer, my thoughts and then how my hands type. Then I stop and observe my breathing again. I am alive. I knew once and can remember what it felt like when I was almost dead in 1996 the day before my birthday when I had an ectopic pregnancy. I have this day, this time to keep learning and processing my journey in my body that no one else can control. I have control over this process and this moment.

So, I guess my technique is grounding. Think of a two-pronged plug that you put into a grounded wall socket. The two prongs are your legs and the electrical outlet is the ground; the Earth. When you inhabit and are mindful of your physical process, the chaotic, mean, death-riddled, unloving world can swirl around you unhindered. You have no control over any of them or their events. But you do have total, unequivocal control over tuning into YOUR BODY, plugging it in and turning it on and observing how each part of your body feels, not just the thoughts and emotions you tend to be running that day based on events, either theirs or yours.

I love my body so much for having its own balanced process that literally guides me and grounds me each day. Of course, I honor my heart, which has its organic emotional flow, but it…is…fickle. The heart is fickle!! At least mine is. Of course, I honor my thought processes. The brain/mind is amazing in its ability to digest and process information but the eyes only see what is visible, right in front of it in the light and believe only what it sees. The eyes only see ILLUSION and then your mind tells you it’s real. It’s a pretty good magic trick. The heart only feels immediate feelings and tell you they are real.

The body doesn’t lie. Your breath doesn’t lie. Just as sure as the trees know exactly how deep to push their roots, reach up with their branches, leaf out, drop their leaves and blow in a storm, so your body also has billions of years of DNA in evolution and it knows exactly…what to do. The same is true for all of nature from season to season. Nature is the truth and life itself.

Our health care system, our society, our media, and our civilization would take that grounding, the Earth life force, Gaia in all of her eternal ways and consciousness and tell her who she is and when to do it, as though she were a little girl. They would control that vital physical knowledge for themselves, hijack it from you and tell the daughters and sons of the Earth that they know your body better. They don’t. It’s your body, your truth, your power and your reason for being on the planet. Let the wisdom and rhythm of your body guide your heart and mind and you will be in a safe harbor while you live no matter what your heart and mind “see”.

Our bodies are ancient and universal and intimately tied to everything on the planet. We are gods and goddesses in all different forms dancing our way through time and eternity just for the sheer experience of it. Our in-breath and out-breath prove it.

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Freedom Bound by Sculptor Paige Bradley, http://paigebradley.com

Heartset; Affinity Blogging


I want to try something new. There are so many of us in this community and so much good work that I can relate to. I’d like to start sharing an affinity piece I read, add my feeling to it, and others can do the same.

This way, we don’t sit in isolation but realize our similarities once in a while. That said, it never negates the original work or that it can stand on its own.

I strongly feel this piece by Anotherkindofgrass;

Everything Passes

This post reminds me of;

The law of conservation of energy in physics and chemistry (which is actually a habit, not a law) which states that the total energy of an isolated system remains constant; it is said to be conserved over time. This law means that energy can neither be created nor destroyed; rather, it can only be transformed or transferred from one form to another.

The combination of observation and intuition tell us that timelessness is real on some level.

Quantum Entanglement

Heartset; Relevancy


IMG_20161127_165541.jpgAre we really only relevant to the extent that other human beings find us relevant? Isn’t that why people have dogs and cats? You’re always relevant to your pet if only because they need you to feed them. If you need to be needed, you need to feel relevant. I guess I need to express myself more than be considered relevant.

Or maybe we do literally need to be perceived as relevant in order to make money. That’s really what underlies our actions. We just need money. We have to have money to survive. Many people know how to fake care about others for accolades, fame, sales, and money. Their ego just needs attention. Mine don’t mostly because I find it boring and tedious.

The issue here is there are many superb people doing fabulous work that are irrelevant to the masses because the masses don’t see or appreciate fabulous work. That is the case for many brilliant artists and it remains that way until they die. I’m not doing fabulous work at the moment so that’s not the case for me. If I was doing fabulous work I wouldn’t look for the masses to appreciate it though.

What about relevant to yourself? We’re always more relevant to ourselves than we are to others because they don’t live in our bodies or with us. That’s kind of the crux of it. That is the case for me. I wish I could be paid to be improving my body which is what I’m pre-occupied with. Instead, I live in a system that wants me to pay it to be sick. If I take care of myself and don’t need their pills, surgery, or visits, I’m irrelevant. So they work very hard to convince me and everyone else that there is something wrong with us and we need them. That’s just vacant and evil.

This was a very weird day. My intuition was in high gear and I just rolled with it as usual. Yes, I do want to eventually be relevant because human empowerment to live in balance not overtop of all life is a good thing. That’s what I care about. I find that relevant.

Essay; It’s Nice to Have Someone to Come Home To


Winter Scenes in Moonlight

We hear people say this all the time, I suppose especially during the holidays. However, I was just out of town at my Mom’s for five days and I was thrilled to come home to the sanctuary I’ve created. I live alone, happily, and my business is here. I’m a quiet meditative person that loves to write and read. It fills me up constantly.

I am the “someone” that I came home to. I have a full life, enjoy my own company and I’m busy as much as I want to be. I did come home to someone; myself. Some people don’t need a mate to be content.