Monday, October 16, 2017

I DON'T BELONG...



Conformity is a huge undertaking when it makes our gut hurt, skin crawl and feels so very alien and yet, there is a certain comfort in the uncomfortable that we long for, need, and we occasionally wax nostalgic in dreamy remiss.

Sometimes, I wish in another time-and-place there wasn’t any need for validation, because in that “need” we end up swimming in the river of ambitious expectation. We put a lot of hope in humanity that they will ease up on judgments and perhaps try to accept things outside the self. But it doesn’t happen.

And I understand that when there are differences, they may appear twisted and create a fear that rises from the core, yet most of these so-called fears are nothing more than an ignorance and lack clarity. Fears often stem from emotions that are simply misunderstood.


But the masses have a fascination with the wild, mysterious and dangerous side of the soul, and this is where so-called normal people sit. They sit out on the ledge talking; always talking. Talking and assessing things they know nothing about. The language is trite, the mood is somber and painful. Mission accomplished, that ‘normal being’ hurts so many people.


"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are some else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation." - Oscar Wilde


In childhood, we learn this trick early on. We learn to size-up a person, a place, a thing with little knowledge of the whole. The opinions are large, and they make us feel better about ourselves… how odd it is to knock someone down to feel better? And the irony of this is: deep inside those insecurities and judgments, is pure jealousy for the unique and the mystic person as a free person….

But as they talk in metaphors, the karmic wheel goes round.

Standing on the outside of many worlds

A loner with thousands of friends
Fitting in only at surface level and never allowed into the circle
Open arms, closed fists
Mysterious queries
Major judgments
The sects always have something to say
And I weep for the future



So please don’t let anyone tell you how far away from the line in the sand we are – just hold their hand so you can cross over it together.

Sometimes, the worst part of being the odd human is the empathy we carry; it can really be confusing and contorted. But to jump in and fix it all isn’t always the solution - and we just have to sit back and let life in. This means better listening, better understanding and betterment all around. No sugarcoated promises and no half-truths laced in sparkling words.

The pictures painted in our world are dulled-to-core so we have to guess at the meanings and try to be wiser in discerning the contrived and miscalculated visions. But the beauty of it all is: there will always be a way to color a brighter scene. An awakening can be found every time we opt out of someone else’s expectations.

The only way to make peace with it all is to step away from the things that don’t make sense to others and release them. Yes, just “Let that shit go.” What works for one doesn’t necessarily work for all and the sooner we wrap our heads and hearts around this, the easier it is to have peace with just who we are.

We are organic creatures that die inside ‘normal.’ Forced to ridged, molded and someone we can’t relate to is the definition of suffering. I bow to the misfits, the poets, artists, musicians and the dreamers…

Thursday, October 12, 2017

IT'S FALL




Pulling out of the wreck of twisted emotions 
I stand up; brush myself off 
dirty, shaken, and confused
It takes a bit of time before the reality of the moment unleashes its 

fury upon my soul 

I am bitter
I am angry 
I am filled with an unfamiliar energy that is trying to consume me
I resist
I don’t like the way I am wearing this emotion
I try to run; it follows me
I try to forget; it hangs on
and just when I am at my edge
a sudden rush of truth
explodes inside
tears turn to relief
Relief turns to forgiveness
I unfold
intricate tapestries play a song in my head
a matrix of experiences
golden leaves and blacked skies
it all makes no sense 
yet every single moment has, had and will have purpose
hands to the heart center
and like seasons we cycle
so I avow to let the healing begin again
and again
it’s fall 
-debbie lynn

“Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt” – John Muir

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Tuesday, October 10, 2017

LOVE LOST TO ADDICTION



[Note to self - The ill considered]
[Note to self - The ill considered]

Please give me your silence; it offers so much more.

It isn’t fair to stand behind words have no substance and transparent disinterest. The vapid “I am sorry” that acts as a filler of insipid concern (as if there is nothing else to do or to say) – it leaves a cold chill.

Sorry: An overused and trite expression that so easily pops out the mouth into thin air, and is expected to take care of business - So casual… this malady; it is meaningless and I just have to ask, why bother?

I watch you wrestle with unimaginative empathy as you embezzle feelings (because you have none left to give) and I wonder where the truth is actually hidden in you these days. Are you so damaged that there is no way out?

I don’t think so; I know you better than that – and numb really isn’t your best color.

Perhaps you could put the ego/pride aside if only for a moment - and remember. Remember what it was like to love fully, deeply and without a reason. Remember when your wild side was mystic, enchanting and vividly expressed with elegant intent.

Remember when you were happy?

Apologies are only as good as the designed intention, and if you think yours is clean – you are wrong; it is dirty. I implore you to bathe in some indigo authenticity. Not for me, for your heart, for your honor and your truth.

This reflection holds many secrets and you have shown me the empty well as an example of who not to be. A forgery, an imposter an artificial soul that is intoxicatingly gorgeous but completely dead inside and I weep. Addictions are real.

One day all that plastic will break down to nothingness, with only a shell of who once was there – but not to worry, change is good as long as you are able to get above the frenzied garbage of the contrived. Being true is self-evident when we see through rose-colored glasses but when blinded by an old story there is nothing rose-colored about it… and you know.

It isn’t that I am looking for the original to come back, it is just a longing to have some semblance of that beautiful essence I know exists under a guise of empathy laced with sadness – and all the words of void that are spoken out of obligation, (not significance or care) are so frigid.

Take a chance and run ablaze.

Give me your fire, your warmth and comfort. Lost is a place to be found again and again so please don’t be afraid of the light - your darkness doesn’t become you. All I ask for is the truth no matter what kind of pain it inflicts, it is far better than unattended words that are never going anywhere.

-debbie lynn


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Sunday, September 10, 2017

Chaos



It shouldn’t come as a surprise, the ‘Great Mother’ is desperately vying for our attention. Her fury is not playing small, no one is immune, and things are not going to ease up…

It has been building, this energy; it is the kind of energy that has steady and dangerous movement, and until now, this movement has been slow to grow.
It has been laced with all kinds of agendas, prophetic catastrophes, and a gathering of hidden fears that have deep-seeded consequences and we know it; but most of us could not imagine it would be in our face, so strong, right now.

A virus (this energy) is one that started with division (race, creed, color, politics and religion) and was allowed to take over – it was systemic. People taking sides, righteous sides, that were so very personal… and we are gutted. Gutted to the core as we vowed in our own way to fight. Fight the good fight. But is there really a good one?

I know there are many trying to counterbalance this twisted, tilted kind of energy however, the numbers are not big enough… (not yet). So what happens? Nature responds. It feels every thought, every action, every bit of sorrow, anger and spite and simply aligns with it. Going with the flow for better or worse the energy feeds on potential. Not with a tainted flavor of right or wrong, just potential because there isn’t good or bad – only the energy.

The portal is open and wide enough and as I write, things are spinning. The fury unleashed goes beyond the wake-up call because we missed it. We were (and still are) sleeping. The pollutants, mining, logging, greed. Our planet is choking, she is needs to breathe, she wants clarity so her rage is somewhat justified.

The warming we feel isn’t an embrace; it is the fire inside the core of the energy and it has nowhere to go except out. And all the years past, we could have, we should have done something… but we didn’t. We gave this energy a slight nod of 'maybe' and how bad can it be? So now, right now, in this moment; it is very real.

And while voices are yelling in anger, fear only grows. The underbelly of the energy is swirling and amassed in numbers. No one sees, few understand or accept that we need to raise our vibe, not our voice. And those who say they are standing up for the ones who need it most are noble, yet in nobility, there comes a price. We just keep separating, losing ground, giving way to implosion, as the space in-between grows larger.

There comes a point when we just have to ask, “Is separation worth the suffering, worth the destruction… Is it?”

“When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.”
― 
John Lennon

The evidence of the poison is mounting and we can blame it on all kinds of attitudes, but humans tend to run blind. We don’t want to cede to energy because most of it is invisible to the eye. But we are the storms, the earthquakes and keepers of destruction. WE are.

My heart is so heavy, I don’t like “Doom and Gloom” and I have a huge respect for the power of all this energy but the current situation has made an impact in my soul and it has reaffirmed the way I am viewing some long-lost prophecies. Yet I do have confidence in recovery, confidence in love, and I know with all my heart we have the intelligence and predisposition to make changes.

To give the energy a different feel there has to be a group effort (it takes a village) and the inner will to use our hearts and mind for betterment, not division. This means acceptance instead of segregation, love instead of hate and to choose peace. We have to fill up the rabbit holes we keep falling into and utilize connections. The technology is in place, now if we step-up our commitment to compassion the energy will follow suit. We need to send love to the wounded earth that sustains us… she doesn’t ask for much. It will work.

Preservation is key, the key to our well-being. Healing, nurturing, and re-assessing what we deem important. Food for thought, food for the soul.

Thy will be done? Yes, we can do this if we truly wake up - There are not going to be many more chances. Sending HUGE love to all affect by the rage.


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-Debbie lynn

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

NO Fear


I listened to a piece on NPR yesterday about “Women involved with White Supremacy” and was so taken aback by her candid and blatantly heart-breaking truth, the tears rolled. This woman avowed that White Supremacy feed on, and practice the art of intimidation through inciting fear. She flat out bragged about it.

I guess the hardest part to consume was the fact that this “White Supremacist Woman” was so matter of fact about the use of angst and unease to recruit other women to her cause. A cause that is old and tattered, ugly and archaic, mind-numbingly WRONG; but it is out there… it is.

She (the interviewee) stated unequivocally that “the fear factor” is how they get people to join them. And while I have always known this kind of brain washing exists, I could not believe that she would be so cavalier in her conviction, like a cold slap in our face - but soon the realization settled in and it looked like this: My goddess, if people won’t educate themselves and they allow the toxicity of fear-mongering to rule their lives, it is not a wonder they are led to believe anything.

Instinctively, women tend to connect to the ‘mother’ (the feminine energy) with a deeper understanding. They know of nurturing the goodness inside and in life, but, when this is connection is lost, some will head to the darker warrior (available in us all) that runs with the wolves in sheep’s clothing. They gather the vulnerable with a collection of worrisome thoughts and say, “there is safety in numbers.” They call to unite in an unjustifiable nightmare, seeking solidarity in their cause.

So my Sisters, my Brothers, my Family of love and light…. this is a problem.

The disasters of the misinformed we encounter look random and chaotic – they are not. They are succinct, purposeful and powerful. When nature rages, she has a purpose, she a natural progression and intelligence – but when we rage, we are simply out of control. Unfortunately, we are often times the sole victims of a toxic force with no one is to blame but our self.

So when fear rises, it is our humanness engaging in the chaos. Man-made disorder is comprised of negativity (ego) so the challenge is to go beyond…

And when the back-lash of truth explodes as a fear; it has irreversible consequences. See the truth can be a lonesome and desperate place, so it is much easier to create a veil, a mask, a shield to hide behind and evoke a fire that has been dormant for quite some time.

It is so very dangerous to deny this is happening. As groups amass and continue to propagate dramatic situations to try to keep us weak and ignorant – how do protect the innocent?
I for one, won’t stand for it and I know - True power doesn’t lie in fear – it rises in love.

And even with the best intended relationships, “the truth” can hold a violent side yet I know, a hierarchy of peace will override the hate - hands down and we have a choice.

Hands to the heart center, I say a little prayer. In the meantime, the best I/we can do is be an advocate for the innocent, a voice for the voiceless and send out love driven massages seeped in truth no matter how monstrous the opposition seems. We are bigger, smarter, and stronger than hate.

Don’t be intimidated by this truth… “The truth shall set us free”


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-debbie lynn