Ascending into Darkness

I'm in love with the chill in this morning's air...

Wondering who'll pull my hair...

September flirting with me...

Showing me what I thought I could not see...

Throw all doubt to the wind; yes I dare...

 

Bring the visions from behind my eyes out in front...

Time to claim and no longer deny...

For my insecurities my ancestors did not die...

Burn the fears...

It's either them...

Or ME…

Deflection


Word salad...

Word salad abounds everywhere...

Lingo...

Verbiage...

Catch phrases...

Pretty...

Fluffy...

Lots of words...

Tossed beautifully together...

Tossed salad...

Tossed word salad...

Thrown at others...

Focus external...

Get the other to look internal...

So you don't have to...

Look at your own internal...

What are you hiding...

Who are you hiding...

From?

 

Don't Lingo or Verbiage Me

From May 27, 2012

From May 27, 2012

Simply put, I DON’T DO VERBIAGE OR LINGO! Say what you mean and mean what you say. The two biggest areas where this “pet peaves” me (yes I just created a new verb~deal with it!) is the healing/spiritual/energy community and corporate-landia.

I am a HUGE believer, actually a huge KNOWER, of the reality of manifestation. One day I shall write about that. Being self professed Queen of Manifestation you will NEVER NEVER EVER hear me use the phrases “co-creator” or “deliberate creator.” They are just to smarmy and loaded with the essence of superiority. They also wreak of someone whose head has been filled with information from one too many self help seminars or workshops. Don’t get me wrong, workshops can be great. I am talking about the people who become “followers of” and don’t integrate the information into their being and actually incorporate it into meaningful action in their life. You know who I am talking about. I think we all know at least one person who walks around quoting this person and that person and yet their actions do not match up to their words. You know why? Because they are not THEIR OWN WORDS! They are words that were learned without the practical wisdom on how to bring those ideas into the core and apply them to everyday life. It is just LINGO and VERBIAGE. Nothing more and definitely something less.

Levels Shmevels

The Morning Ramblings of Your Friendly Neighborhood AlcheMystic

Can we not talk about things in "levels?"  Instead of different levels, how about "aspects?"

Pieces of the puzzle...parts of the whole...
A metaphysical shop that I love promotes their crystals as "next level." WTF is that? I feel the crystals cringing, 'cause, my sensitivity is next level! Right? Someone once told me that spiritually they were on a higher level than me. I replied, "How can you say that? You don't know anything about my spirituality." Instead of claiming "higher levels" why not explore "other aspects?" Why the need to believe that acquiring knowledge or delving deeper into self brings us higher? Why not see it as making us more whole...bringing us closer to truth? Food for thought. Digest or vomit as you see fit.

What Do You Mean It Costs More To Educate Me Because Of My Ethnicity?

AKA How The Los Angeles Unified School District Taught Me I Was Inferior

It was around second grade. The teacher handed out a survey for the class to fill out. At the bottom it asked for our race. At the time I believed I was half white and half Mexican. I was really half Thai and half white but that is a story for another time. The form listed "Caucasian" as one choice and "Mexican" or "Hispanic" as another choice. I was both. What should I do? There was another choice, "Native American." I had never heard this term before but it seemed the perfect answer to my dilemma.  My child's mind reasoned that being born in America made me American AND native to the land so I check "Native American." Upon reviewing the surveys Miss Teacher asked the class who checked off "Native American." Silence. She went on to say that there were no Native American's in the class so someone filled it out incorrectly. I had been groomed, since I was a fetus, to be a perfect student and never give wrong answers so I spoke up to defend my answer.  Miss Teacher said, "Your last name is Sanchez. You are Mexican!" I defiantly replied, "I am half Mexican and Half white!" Miss Teacher explained, "The school gets more money for Mexicans so I am changing it to Mexican." My entire being, to my core, knew this was wrong and my child's mind did not know how or feel safe speaking up. I never could figure out why it cost more to educate me than it did to educate a fully white person. As wrong as I knew it to be, it was still the beginning of a long road of feeling less than.