Don't give up because...

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...Life will always hold out its hands for you. This may seem like a cliche or a bunch of cheap words to get you thinking of your life in a different way, but you have to trust me when I say I've been where you are now. Actually, I'm never outside of where you are now. It's a constant battle I have with myself and inside my head. This battle you know yourself - the one in which we tell ourselves all kinds of lies about what we think of ourselves and who we think we are and all the ways we need to rid the world of our presence. I've too felt the self-loathing and experienced the hard and unrelenting bite of guilt and shame. And then depression. I know this is something you can relate to as well.

Do you always feel like this? Always so shitty about yourself? Always thinking you will never be deserving of anything that comes close to some peace of mind, about your life? Well, if you're always feeling shitty, then I can appreciate why you would refuse to reach out and talk to someone. If you already feel you're worthless to yourself, how will your mind ever convince you that you are deserving of seeking treatment and care for that?

My answer is not a solution and will probably not end the self-loathing thoughts in your head but it may offer you some kind of catalyst to seek change. My answer is the Body. My body continues to save me. Your body may too.

My body has time and time again reminded me of the truly horrible consequences of toxic thoughts about myself. I felt the physical pain of such thinking and how it was all wearing me down and depriving me of the energy I needed so badly to keep me active, alert, and in good spirits. My body is my protector, and has helped me rebound after negative life experiences. It has never let me down - although it now sadly but courageously bears many of the scars from the self-destructive demon in me. I now recognize my body as wise and that it will always do what it can to convince me that there is still a lot more to be done in the life I currently inhabit.

Of course, those nagging thoughts will continue to come back, but each time they come, I feel I am better prepared than the last encounter. My tools are practicing mindfulness and putting on the hat of an observer where I imagine myself standing outside of myself and observing me while I am experiencing an episode of mental distress. When I observe myself from a distance, I can appreciate that this experience is fleeting - just like everything else in life - and that soon I'll stand up, dry off my tears, and resume my activities. If you try this exercise next time you feel seriously low about yourself, don't expect it to change you right away. After all, I'm just planting the seed in your head so that you may consider this strategy. I'm sure if you stepped away from yourself and just watched the other you experiencing this momentary suffering, you may feel empathy for yourself and may feel the urge to help yourself overcome this moment. You'd also see that you're human and that it would be ok to reach out for support.

I got the idea to do this from Michael A. Singer's book The Untethered Soul: The Journey Beyond Yourself. It really made sense to me and the more I put this mindfulness and visualization of me stepping away from my hurt self, the more I learned to accept where I was at and not hate myself for being in such circumstances. This may happen to you too if you allow yourself to connect to your body so it can send you signs and signals. Listen carefully. Your body is attempting to save your life. And it will continue to make these attempts for as long as you feel your life is not worth living. That's the survival mechanism working in us as it should.

It's not just about surviving for the sake of our species as our hunter-gatherer ancestors might have thought; it's also about embracing this life we've been given and living our full potential every day, no matter where we're at. It's about igniting our heart spirit and going beyond the trauma to a time when our spirits danced with joy as we were ushered into this world.

Living your full potential in one day can be anything, anything that brings a smile to your face and gives you the sense that you contributed some good to the world. An act of kindness? Making less waste? Recycling/Reusing? Taking public transit? Talking to a stranger? Donating some change? Helping a friend in need? Foregoing meat consumption? Taking a leisurely walk? It's in the simple where we might find our full potential. We don't have to bear important titles or several letters behind our names or single-handedly fix the world's problems in order to justify our existence. It's the little things we do day by day that can help rebuild our love for life.

Circumstances may have stolen our innocence in cruel and horrifying ways but they could never vanquish the warm glowing steel-like strength at the core of our nature: that muscle called humxnity, that muscle that keeps our hearts beating and our minds evolving. Don't prematurely end your journey. You must keep searching for the good in you and the good in others.

Your negative thought and behavioural cycles may be difficult to escape from. Never fear because through all of your own trauma/past trauma, you made it this far. Don't give up because there is still so much of the world you need to open yourself to; there is still so much of your own body and soul you need to explore, learn from, and hopefully come to cherish unconditionally.

Remember, it's in the simple things where you may find small mercies. It's in the simple things where lives may be saved, yours, mine, and those belonging to the people, animals, plants, insects, and micro-organisms we interact with along this glorious, effervescent, and transformative path.

Don't give up. There is so much more to you - beautiful, brilliant you - than you may be thinking at this moment.

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What will it take?

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This morning, I experienced a sickening thought about the reality of our great planet and humxnkind. In short, humxnkind is fucked. We don't seem to want to evolve and some of us are devolving to blood-thirsty cannibals gnawing at the dry, brittle remnants of lost innocence.

In the world I see before me, cruelty and the destruction of life abound. It was a fairytale to believe that good will prevail but when I look more closely at "the good", I see maliciousness in its glint, exposing me to the hellish underbelly of all our polished and morally-upright cultures and societies. You see, behind every mask, there is another fake one, and then another until Truth can be hidden no more. Truth of their deception. Truth of their vile behaviours. Truth of how they control all the ticking clocks that tell people and animals and any other life force that their time is up. Time is up, and here, we've devised a particularly sadistic method of ridding the world of You.

I felt hopeless in the face of this realization that nothing is ever what it seems. Everything can be turned upside topsy turvy down. And with this force, people do the State's bidding. Let's send Frankie to war to kill off more innocent Iraqi women and children. Sure. Let's pound the shit out of this fat pink fleshy thing before we eviscerate it. Let's bungle up inquiries of MMIWG2S because their lives never mattered in our 150-year-old colonizer-settler agenda. I freeze in my tracks shocked by the indifferent and hostile narratives that they've taken the liberty of weaving because the dead have no voice. I hear more...

Let's not give any credence to the laughably terrified womxn and their children who are stalked out of their minds before they too meet a wretched end. They'll always schedule things to ensure "it was too late", and "nothing could be done", So, now we have more bodies floating like magical sparkly stars reflected in the water - these stars have found their exit, to what kind of beyond, I have no clue, but I hope it's a beyond that's  far more different than the one they were just betrayed in. 

The countless wars - the ones that continue to ravage and render poor brown boys and girls collateral damage. You see, it's a form of population control. How many can they get rid of in a single year? A single month? A single week? A single day? You see, if they bomb the blithereens out of those monkeys, whatever remnants are left of their offspring will grow up more fucked than ever because their people don't exist. They took care of violently erasing the vestiges of history, artifact, architecture, and civilization. Meanwhile, the very leaders who condemn so-called terrorist attacks in their haloed territories give the OK to bomb more innocents of civilizations that will suffer through generations of trauma and fear.

Is the world really this horrendous, this mucky, this immoveable, and unchangeable? Well, no, because no matter our resistance and stubborness, humxn consciousness will and must evolve, and is envolving even when we struggle to live staunchly according to the dictates of tradition, custom, ritual, history. Yet, in the seemingly high tides of frantic despair as we cling onto buoys that were ill-constructed, and therefore, sinking into the netherworld of an ocean deep where we might stop knowing ourselves, our salvation lies ahead of us.

But first, we must sink this ship. The ship of doom and gloom, the ship that carries our dark underworldly thoughts and manifestations. If we wish to harm ourselves or harm another or others, then we must be open to a higher power stopping us in our tracks and help us recognize and be fully cognizant of the implications and consequences if we gave such behaviours the green light to spread their wrath helter skelter. It is only through deep, abiding self-reflection, meditation, and perhaps some humble offering of service to community that may pave the way for a holistic-spiritual awakening. An awakening that grounds us and centers us in the realm of all that is good, all that is just, all that is life-affirming.

I especially wish this for all the folks battling with an overarching criminal mindset. Although my blog post here may have started with negative commentary about the state of our world, I have faith and a strong belief in the power of each of our consciousness to help us relinquish those cyclical toxic traps that we thought were our happy places but really they're just learned behaviours that sabotage our best efforts to heal and to rediscover the love sitting within us snce birth, since time immemorial.

World, the healing has already begun, and I'm sending out a heartfelt plea to everyone to do their part. Get close to yourselves. Understand your demons. Challenge the desire to cause pain. Why pain? What is that worthless "it" inside you? Why give it so much power? You need to realize that real power doesn't feel like that.

Real power is Love. Nothing can beat it. Not even the most wildest rage inside the breast of a killer. In time, the power of Love will take effect once the Higher Power - which is our collective inter- and intra-species consciousness, offers this killer the chance to change the course of his/her/their life. In time, he/she/they'll discover the incredible gift of a heart that was given to him/her/them, and he/she/they will then perhaps move in a different direction - seeking redemption, sensing remorse - away from the pain they've always known.

Our world deserves better. Ask yourself, what will it take? I think we all know the answer.



Love. It's an action.