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<br />ARTEMISIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07970722089083162378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872588458747313031.post-59054246274896454972017-07-25T07:39:00.003-04:002017-07-25T16:23:25.387-04:00I met my grief..we became friends. Now I'm on the other side...<br />
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The One Thing No One Ever Says About Grieving </h1>
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(And a 4 step plan to move through your grief.)</h2>
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Another way to say that you are grieving is that a part of you is stuck in a moment in time. </div>
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Sometimes the cause of the stuckness isn’t the grief itself, but the fact that <i style="box-sizing: inherit;">you don’t even recognize</i>that you’ve lost something and that you need to grieve. </div>
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<b style="box-sizing: inherit;">Grief is a word that is used interchangeably with bereavement, but grief is not exclusively about the physical death of a person</b>.</div>
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Grief doesn't fit in a box, either. Some forms of grief take years to work through, other types take a few solid months, some take a single moment of deep acknowledgement.</div>
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<b style="box-sizing: inherit;">Everyone grieves differently and for different reasons</b>, but one thing remains constant in the process. It's the one thing no one has ever said about grieving:</div>
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“I did it right on time.”</div>
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Grieving is marked by a lag, a delay, a freezing, “Wait. What just happened?”</div>
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<b style="box-sizing: inherit;">Grieving is also not a linear process</b>. </div>
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One moment you feel you’ve fully moved past something, the next moment it’s right back in front of your face.</div>
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That’s because grief is insidious, imposing and demands to be felt. Even if you’re able to somehow avoid it all day long, grief comes back to you in your sleep. It’s laying right on your heart as you wake up.</div>
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Grief doesn’t say, “I’ve been here long enough, I think it’s time for me to leave.” </div>
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No. Grief crowds the heart, eats up all your energy and chronically imposes upon your peace. But grief isn't some evil force that's only there to cause pain, grief is escorting up an even deeper feeling, a truth about your life, what you value and what you need. Perhaps how much you wanted something, how deeply you care about someone, how far you've come from where you were. </div>
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As Mark Nepo so beautifully puts it, "The pain was necessary to know the truth, but we don't have to keep the pain alive to keep the truth alive." </div>
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<b style="box-sizing: inherit;">Still, grief isn’t necessarily a depression.</b> <b style="box-sizing: inherit;">People can be grieving and heartbroken about something and not even know it.</b></div>
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Here are some examples of events that cause grieving:</div>
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A break up</div>
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The selling of your childhood home</div>
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What you always wanted but never got</div>
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A person who died</div>
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A person who is still alive but is electively absent in your life</div>
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The loss of a dream</div>
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Divorce</div>
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Infertility</div>
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Loving someone who is self-destructive</div>
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The loss of a pet</div>
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The end of a friendship</div>
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Job loss or the end of a career</div>
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<b style="box-sizing: inherit;">The typical route for grieving begins with denial, and that’s actually a <i style="box-sizing: inherit;">good </i>thing</b>. </div>
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Ultimately, your defense mechanisms are there to protect you. Denial kicks in when it would otherwise be too overwhelming to feel it all at once. Ideally, denial slowly fades away and the grief is felt. (Ideally.)</div>
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More typically, you swallow your grief. </div>
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It comes up in small spurts when you’re not paying attention, then you numb yourself to it somehow, then it jumps up more forcefully, then you numb yourself more heavily.</div>
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<b style="box-sizing: inherit;">That is the path of staying stuck in grief. The path loops. People lose themselves on that path.</b></div>
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<i style="box-sizing: inherit;">Is there a better path?</i></div>
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The answer is yes. But you don’t have to walk it unless you choose to. </div>
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Some losses are so exquisitely painful, in a way that no one else could ever fully understand, that no one would fault you for staying in the loop.</div>
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<b style="box-sizing: inherit;">If you do choose to get out of the disorienting, dizzying loop of grief, here are 4 ways to begin</b>:</div>
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<b style="box-sizing: inherit;">1. UNDERSTAND</b> - That your heart is broken, even if it’s not visible to others. </div>
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Keep in mind that there's no ‘right way’ to grieve and that grieving is not a linear process. </div>
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Just because its been 6 months, 4 years, 15 years, whatever – none of that means anything to your grief. The clock starts when you begin to recognize your grief. In other words, when you genuinely begin to address what happened (or perhaps what never happened).</div>
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<b style="box-sizing: inherit;">2. RECOGNIZE </b>- Before you can grieve, you have to recognize that you need to grieve.</div>
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Something happened, or didn’t happen, that burdened you. </div>
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Ironically, when you’re burdened, something is given to you and taken away from you at the same time. What do you feel was taken from you? What do you feel you are burdened with? The answers to those questions help you recognize what you need to grieve.</div>
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<b style="box-sizing: inherit;">3. TOUCH</b> - You have to touch the loss (as well as all the anger, sadness, bitterness, resilience, compassion and any other feelings you encountered during your loss). </div>
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You're in touch with your grief when you make space for the feelings your loss brought into your life. It may feel counter-intuitive to go back to the feelings that you want so desperately to let go of, but there's simply no way to move through grief without making contact with it, without fully touching it, without fully feeling it. </div>
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You have to pick it up, hold it, feel the weight of it in your hands, on your heart and within your life. You have to feel the whole loss. Grief demands to be felt with an insistence that needs no sleep. You either allow yourself to encounter the feelings or you remain encased in a shell of yourself under a misguided sense of self-protection. </div>
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<b style="box-sizing: inherit;">4. MOVE</b> - The feeling of grief can linger for so long that you almost befriend the grief.</div>
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The grief becomes oddly soothing in its familiarity and its predictability. Dealing with the grief means letting go of this familiarity and moving towards something less predictable and less familiar, which is scary. </div>
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Still, if you want to genuinely address the grief, you have to continue to move through the peripheral, familiar parts of your grief and go right into the epicenter of your grief. As the classic hero's journey goes, you have to get inside the belly of the whale. <b style="box-sizing: inherit;">There (and only there) you will find the door to the unpredictable pieces of life that are patiently waiting for you on the other side of your pain</b>.</div>
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So....</div>
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<b style="box-sizing: inherit;">Understand </b>your heart is broken.</div>
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<b style="box-sizing: inherit;">Recognize</b> why it’s broken.</div>
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<b style="box-sizing: inherit;">Touch</b> the grief.</div>
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<b style="box-sizing: inherit;">Move </b>towards the epicenter of your grief, as it's the only path to other side of your pain.</div>
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Please remember, the grief you're experiencing is yours, and you can carry it with you for as long as you like. Let go of it only when you feel ready-enough, and if you never feel ready, that’s okay. If you do feel ready to move through it, recruit professional support <a href="https://therapists.psychologytoday.com/rms" style="box-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 0px -2px 0px inset, rgb(184, 229, 233) 0px -4px 0px inset; box-sizing: inherit; color: inherit; display: inline; fill: currentcolor; padding-bottom: 0.25em; text-decoration: none; transition-duration: 150ms; transition-property: background-color, border-color, color, fill; transition-timing-function: ease;">here</a>, or <a href="https://www.griefshare.org/" style="box-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 0px -2px 0px inset, rgb(184, 229, 233) 0px -4px 0px inset; box-sizing: inherit; color: inherit; display: inline; fill: currentcolor; padding-bottom: 0.25em; text-decoration: none; transition-duration: 150ms; transition-property: background-color, border-color, color, fill; transition-timing-function: ease;">here</a>, or <a href="https://www.katherineschafler.com/resources" style="box-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 0px -2px 0px inset, rgb(184, 229, 233) 0px -4px 0px inset; box-sizing: inherit; color: inherit; display: inline; fill: currentcolor; padding-bottom: 0.25em; text-decoration: none; transition-duration: 150ms; transition-property: background-color, border-color, color, fill; transition-timing-function: ease;">here</a>. Navigating through grief is unpredictable, dangerous terrain. You don’t have to do it alone.</div>
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<i style="box-sizing: inherit;"><a href="https://www.thriveglobal.com/stories/www.katherineschafler.com" style="box-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 0px -2px 0px inset, rgb(184, 229, 233) 0px -4px 0px inset; box-sizing: inherit; color: inherit; display: inline; fill: currentcolor; padding-bottom: 0.25em; text-decoration: none; transition-duration: 150ms; transition-property: background-color, border-color, color, fill; transition-timing-function: ease;">Katherine Schafler</a> is an NYC-based psychotherapist, speaker and writer. For more of her work, <a href="https://www.katherineschafler.com/hire-us/" style="box-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 0px -2px 0px inset, rgb(184, 229, 233) 0px -4px 0px inset; box-sizing: inherit; color: inherit; display: inline; fill: currentcolor; padding-bottom: 0.25em; text-decoration: none; transition-duration: 150ms; transition-property: background-color, border-color, color, fill; transition-timing-function: ease;">join her newsletter community</a>, read <a href="https://www.katherineschafler.com/blog/" style="box-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 0px -2px 0px inset, rgb(184, 229, 233) 0px -4px 0px inset; box-sizing: inherit; color: inherit; display: inline; fill: currentcolor; padding-bottom: 0.25em; text-decoration: none; transition-duration: 150ms; transition-property: background-color, border-color, color, fill; transition-timing-function: ease;">her blog</a>, or <a href="https://www.instagram.com/katherineschafler/?hl=en" style="box-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 0px -2px 0px inset, rgb(184, 229, 233) 0px -4px 0px inset; box-sizing: inherit; color: inherit; display: inline; fill: currentcolor; padding-bottom: 0.25em; text-decoration: none; transition-duration: 150ms; transition-property: background-color, border-color, color, fill; transition-timing-function: ease;">follow her on Instagram</a>. </i></div>
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</section>ARTEMISIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07970722089083162378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872588458747313031.post-8428793637000455412017-07-21T05:20:00.003-04:002017-10-21T22:57:05.116-04:00I am divorced<div style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">40<br /><br />40 years old<br /><br />(Actually I'm 60)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When did this happen<br /><br />Blonde<br /><br />but my gray sneaks in<br /><br />I'm sure<br /><br />Though I would never know<br /><br />Because I love myself in<br /><br />The "haircolor" bottle</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I am fit enough<br /><br />Maybe more fit<br /><br />Then when I was 20<br /><br />I have less hair<br /><br />Thanks to an overactive thyroid<br /><br />Stress induced they say<br /><br />I use Latisse to make my eyelashes grow<br /><br />I text 10 times a day<br /><br />I have a scar<br /><br />Above my pubic bone<br /><br />From my C-section<br /><br />When they lifted my<br /><br />Darling daughter </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">From my abdomen</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I am newly divorced from my husband<br /><br />Shocking<br /><br />Would have lost the ranch on that bet<br /><br />Actually, I did…<br /><br />Basically I am a blank canvas<br /><br />Well not blank maybe-an unwritten chapter<br /><br />Is perhaps the better metaphor<br /><br />Sure I have a history<br /><br />A hell of a one, actually<br /><br />I am dinged-up</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And weary and my heart is sore<br /><br />But really in the most – essential way<br /><br />I am as new as I ever have been and the best is not behind me<br /><br />Dammit<br /><br />It's ahead of me for the first time<br /><br />I never stood a chance before because I was<br /><br />A slave to what I could not see<br /><br />A puppet to past patterns</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But I have taken a knife and carved myself free<br /><br />It cost me dearly, but what I gained as myself<br /><br />The truest treasure is he so who believes<br /><br />In its own existence<br /><br />And I believe! I am here!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I am showing up. I have to go slowly<br /><br />So I don't skip by what this moment is<br /><br />Divorce</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This is the best and worst time of my life<br /><br />It is a death<br /><br />A tragedy<br /><br />A sad and fiery end<br /><br />A dream I desperately wanted </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The loss of innocence for my daughters</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And God how this breaks my heart<br /><br />But it is also a second chance and I can't let sorrow or self loathing one of reproach rob me of the gift<br /><br />From fire comes a stark silence as flame drives what is most essential deep inside<br /><br />All else burned away<br /><br />I let all else leave me<br /><br />I keep only what is mostly truly me</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Thank God for this fire bless this fire<br /><br />Bless this new shape<br /><br />I am sexual<br /><br />I am spiritual<br /><br />I am a mother<br /><br />I am a playful child<br /><br />I am unapologetic<br /><br />It took me 40 years(60 years)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But I am here finally </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">it has been hard-won</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">and you can bet I'm not giving it up for anyone</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">No more submissive posture<br /><br />No more attentive shape<br /><br />No more body bent like a question mark<br /><br />I know what's best for me above all others<br /><br />Finally </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I reserve the sacred right to re-define myself as well<br /><br />I can stand in my own power and not make myself small for anyone to make them feel safe<br /><br />I will shrink myself no longer to make any human feel secure<br /><br />I spent a lifetime being small for those closest to me but this is not the woman my daughters will know<br /><br />My daughters will see my new shape </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">my intuition speaking loudly </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">They will see a woman integrated </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">a businesswoman </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">an artist </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A nerd and an intellect </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">for I am all those things<br /><br />I am woman</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Woman and </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">whole Human</span></div>
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ARTEMISIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07970722089083162378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872588458747313031.post-15487715849687436132017-03-19T09:51:00.005-04:002017-03-20T05:25:05.752-04:00How to survive gaslighting: when manipulation erases your realityIt seems to be all around these days, the concept of gaslighting and manipulation, It keeps coming up in the microcosm, I'm sure, looking to be healed in the macrocosm.<br />
This article was particularly worthy of sharing<br />
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Right now, many Americans listening to their president are experiencing what I experienced frequently a child. Nothing means anything, and reality is being canceled. There is confusion, there is chaos, everything is upside down and inside out. When facts and truth are being discredited, how is it possible to know what to believe, especially when it comes from someone we expect to embody both ethics and etiquette.<br />
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The journalist grew up on New York’s Upper East Side with her mother, a celebrated poet who partied with Andy Warhol and Saul Bellow. Now she’s lifting the lid on a deeply unhappy childhood </div>
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</aside>It’s obvious to those already initiated. To those new to the phenomena: the president and the current administration are <a class="u-underline" data-link-name="in body link" href="http://www.teenvogue.com/story/donald-trump-is-gaslighting-america"><span style="color: #005689;">gaslighting us</span></a>. It’s a term we are hearing a lot of right now.<br />
The term “gaslighting” refers to when someone manipulates you into questioning and second-guessing your reality. It derives from a <a class="u-underline" data-link-name="in body link" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaslight_(1944_film)#Gaslight_as_expression"><span style="color: #005689;">1944 movie</span></a> – and the play and another film that preceded it – in which this happens to the heroine. What perhaps people don’t understand is how to manage and cope with it. For me, all it’s very familiar. I know this behavior well and I know how to navigate it.<br />
As a child, I was experiencing a world where there was no emotional safety while being consistently told that I had a beautiful and happy childhood and that I was ungrateful. What was I complaining about? Yet what I was exposed to caused me to feel unsafe. And those feelings had a verifiable origin. Whether it was witnessing violent arguments or being on the <a class="u-underline" data-link-name="in body link" href="https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/jul/02/ariel-leve-i-had-to-write-this-book-in-order-to-be-free"><span style="color: #005689;">receiving end of inappropriate behavior</span></a>, when I confronted my mother with the truth, it was denied; my reality was disavowed and asserting it would only instigate conflict. I was told that what I saw with my own eyes hadn’t happened.<iframe style="border-image: none; border: currentColor; display: block; height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; width: 100%;"></iframe><br />
When I would confront my mother with things that she had said, or things that she had done, she would say I was making it up, that it was a lie. When I confronted her with facts, they were batted away. So it wasn’t just that my reality was canceled, but that my perception of reality was overwritten.<br />
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As I wrote in my memoir, <a class="u-underline" data-link-name="in body link" href="https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/jul/27/an-abbreviated-life-a-memoir-ariel-leve-review"><span style="color: #005689;">An Abbreviated Life</span></a>, it wasn’t the loudest and scariest explosions that caused the most damage. It wasn’t the physical violence or the verbal abuse or the lack of boundaries and inappropriate behavior. What did the real damage was the denial that these incidents ever occurred. <br />
The erasure of the abuse was worse than the abuse.<br />
When I was in my mid-30s, I had an encounter with someone who recognized me from when I was a child. “Are you so-and-so’s daughter?” he asked. I nodded. He had been a guest at one of my mother’s parties. After I left, he said: “I had always wondered how that little girl would survive. I had thought her only choices were suicide or murder.”<br />
When I was told he said this, I felt validation. And that line stayed with me for many reasons. This outsider observed what I was living through, and having him as a witness confirmed what I knew.<br />
One of the most insidious things about gaslighting is the denial of reality. Being denied what you have seen. Being denied what you have experienced and know to be true. It can make you feel like you are crazy. But you are not crazy.<br />
Dr Robin Stern, associate director at Yale Center for Emotional Intelligence and author of <a class="u-underline" data-link-name="in body link" href="http://www.robinstern.com/books/the-gaslight-effect/"><span style="color: #005689;">The Gaslight Effect</span></a> says that usually “when people are abused there are signs that you can point to that are much more obvious. Someone who has been hit or threatened for instance – it’s easy to see and understand how they have been hurt. But when someone is manipulating you, you end up second-guessing yourself and turning your attention to yourself as the person to blame”.<br />
To illustrate this, she cites an example that is easy to understand. A close friend of hers was always running late. Initially, she pointed this out to him noting that it was not respectful. His response was to tell her she was “too sensitive”. But over time, when this dynamic would continue to happen, it would lead to arguing and when she persisted he would say, “You really have a problem with time, don’t you?” and she in turn, ended up thinking he might be right. She began to doubt herself. “I began to think – what’s the problem if someone is late, maybe I’m not being flexible enough.’”<br />
This is what she calls the gaslight effect. “Gaslighting over time leads to somebody experiencing the gaslight effect. Someone can try to gaslight you, but it can’t happen unless you allow it.”<br />
This is the tricky part. Because when there is someone in a position of power or authority, someone you idealize, or even as in many co-dependent relationships – when there is someone you are afraid to lose – their insistence that their reality is <em><span style="font-family: Thread-00002dfc-Id-00000008;">the</span></em> reality can often cause you to doubt what you know to be true.<br />
“We are living in a time where a lot of people are having a tough time deciding what’s real and feeling like they are being manipulated,” Stern says. “If they know something is true and somebody tells you it’s not true, holding on to your reality is essential. You can’t be gaslighted if you stay inside your own reality and recognize the manipulation when you see it.”<br />
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</aside>What’s happening on a national level is activating and retraumatizing a lot of people who have been gaslighted in the past. The crazy-making, mind-bending, massive confusion-inducing effects of our current administration’s recklessness with the truth and disregard for verifiable facts is creating an emotional and psychological whiplash. It’s affecting people who have been subjected to abusive relationships; people who feel emotionally vulnerable and it seems to stoke a nearly unprecedented rage in those of us who can see it and feel powerless to do anything to combat it. When people in the mainstream media are being discredited, how exactly are you supposed to call this out?<br />
There were some strategies – which I didn’t know at the time were strategies – that helped me survive. And in these uncertain times, it is a way to stay sane.<br />
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Remain defiant</h2>
When I was a little girl about five or six, I wrote a story about running away from home. When my mother saw that story, she demanded I change it. Why would you write this story? It isn’t about me, is it? She knew it was about her and the chaos at home. I refused to change the story and that defiance was key. Trusting my version of reality. Not allowing it to be altered on demand. Resistance. This anger protected me, because I knew what I knew. It couldn’t be erased. Being defiant does not make you difficult. It makes you resilient.<br />
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Recognize there will never be accountability</h2>
The person who is gaslighting you will never be able to see your point of view or take responsibility for their actions. They will never get it. They will never say, “Oh, you’re right – you have a point.”<br />
Acknowledgement is not on the cards. And asserting yourself is not just useless but harmful. Because the person gaslighting will never be able to respond to logic and reason – and so you have to be the one to recognize that logic and reason can’t be applied.<br />
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Let go of the wish for things to be different</h2>
The wish for things to be different is very powerful and inoculates you to the tumult. It allows you to continue to believe logic and reason will prevail. You want to believe the person will change. You want things to make sense. But they won’t. You want to feel you are on safe ground. You have to let go of this wish. Because things will never make sense. You will never be heard.<br />
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Develop healthy detachment</h2>
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I became hyper-vigilant about clarity. There was no room for misunderstanding; no margin for error. I needed certainty in an uncertain world. But we live in an uncertain world, so there has to be a way to find balance.<br />
Detaching from the gaslighting does not mean total detachment. It means distinguishing between the world of the gaslighter and the real world.<br />
“Someone can try to gaslight you and once you can identify what’s going on, you can begin to turn off the gaslighting and heal,” Stern says. She points out that often people are willing to give up their reality in favor of hanging on to a relationship rather than rupturing it.<br />
There are, she says, many different signs to recognize when you’re being gaslighted. “You feel confused and crazy. You’re always apologizing, wondering if you are good enough, can’t understand why you feel so bad all the time, or know something is wrong but can’t put your finger on it. You thought one thing, they say another; you can’t figure out which is right.”<br />
A tip she offers for handling things is to write down what actually happened in the conversation. “Once you are not flooded with emotion, you can reflect rationally. Look at the conversation and see where it took a turn.” <br />
When someone is so certain about what they believe and they keep on insisting and trying to convince you – over a period of time – it erodes your own perception. And having to verify reality is in itself destabilizing.<br />
Stern poses an interesting question. “Are people upset because current leaders are telling them something they know isn’t true, or is it because they are upset other people might be believing it?”<br />
With gaslighting, it feels as though the ground is always shifting beneath you. There is no center of gravity. And while we’re being told up is down and black is white, the only way to make sense of it is to remain resolute. Let people have their alternative facts. You’ll stick to reality.<br />
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If You Choose an Awakened Woman~</h1>
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IF YOU CHOOSE TO LOVE AN AWAKENED WOMAN~~<br />
If you choose to love an awakened woman, understand that you are entering into new, radical and challenging territory.<br />
If you choose to love an awakened woman, you cannot stay asleep.<br />
If you choose to love an awakened woman, every part of your Soul will be aroused, not just your sexual organs or even your heart.<br />
Frankly, if you prefer a normal life, stick with a normal girl.<br />
If you want a tame life, seek only a woman who has allowed herself to be tamed.<br />
If you only want to dip your toe into the flowing waters of Shakti, stay with the safe, tamed woman who has not yet plunged into the wildness of the Sacred Feminine ocean.<br />
It is comfortable to love a woman who has not yet activated her inner sacred powers, because she does not push your buttons.<br />
She will not challenge you.<br />
She will not press you into becoming your highest Self.<br />
She will not awaken the forgotten and numbed-out parts of your Spirit that urge you to remember that there is more to your Life here than this.<br />
She will not look into your weary eyes and send a lightning bolt of Truth through your body, jolting you awake and stirring long-lost desires for Soul Love within you.<br />
A safe, unawakened woman will be wonderfully satisfying and soothing to your ego, heart, and body. She will walk quietly beside you and make you feel needed, responsible, like you are fulfilling your manly role.<br />
If this is enough for you then accept it, love her with all your heart, remain faithful to her and thank her daily for the gift of her mild, unthreatening feminine presence in your life.<br />
If this is not enough for you – if your heart, body and spirit is only craving the ‘other kind of woman’, the Wild One – then know that you are on the cusp of Soul-Shifting transformation.<br />
Know that you are making a serious choice with karmic consequences.<br />
If you choose to step into the aura and body of a woman whose spiritual fires are blazing, you are accepting that you need a certain level of danger and risk in order to grow.<br />
Once you begin to love a woman of this nature, you must accept total responsibility for the life-changes that will then ensue.<br />
Your life will not be sleepily comfortable all the time. Your life will not allow you to stay stuck in old ruts and stagnant routines. Your life will take on a radically-new flavour and scent. You will be ignited by the presence of the Wild Feminine, and it will begin to send electric shockwaves of spiritual Light through your entire chakra system, attuning you to the Call of the Divine.<br />
Choosing to be sexually and romantically-intimate with an awakened woman takes masculine courage to walk fearlessly into the Unknown. But it will reap rewards beyond your mind’s comprehension.<br />
She will take you into undiscovered worlds of mystery and magic.<br />
She will lead you, mesmerised and half-drunk with love, into the wild forests of sensual ecstasy and wonder.<br />
She will show you sacred skies so full and burning with stars that you will start to wonder if you are still living on the same planet that you were born on.<br />
She will break and tear you open so that your fierce, passionate heart drives you half-mad with longing. You will want to consume and penetrate her on every level so that your Masculine Essence can consume and penetrate the world – illuminating the Universe with your devoted Love.<br />
She will see you like you’ve never been seen before.<br />
She will trust you.<br />
She will appreciate you.<br />
She will acknowledge your efforts to make her happy.<br />
She will value everything good that you do, and everything good that you are.<br />
She will not run from your darkness, because your darkness does not scare her.<br />
She will embrace, kiss, caress and love you back to Life. She will speak words that your Soul understands. She will not punish you for your mistakes.<br />
It is a monumental risk to love an awakened woman, because there is suddenly no place to hide. She sees everything, therefore she can love you with a depth and presence that your heart and body have yearned for so hard, so long, so fiercely…that you wonder whether you have actually been alive for all the time that she has been away.<br />
Loving a woman like this is a choice you make to start living with your Soul on fire.<br />
Your life will never be the same again once you’ve invited her energy in.<br />
Take this risk on yourself, or step back, stay with the normal girl and accept a different, safer, more comfortable and somewhat calmer life.<br />
Just make sure that if you choose the latter, you don’t spend the rest of your days with your eyes looking back over your shoulder, straining to see once again the hazy vision of Feminine Mystery that has now disappeared from view.<br />
She has long gone..spiralling back up to the Stars, the distant Galaxies and the Heavens…from where She came.<br />
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ARTEMISIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07970722089083162378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872588458747313031.post-24814568490934228642016-09-29T12:26:00.004-04:002016-09-29T12:32:46.732-04:00Loving An Addict<h1 class="entry-title">
Loving An Addict</h1>
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<i>Every time you enable someone else’s drug abuse or alcoholism by cleaning up their mess, you help them avoid the consequences that might just motivate them to change.</i></h2>
BY DR. STEVE GANZELL<br />
<span style="color: red;"><strong>If you are not an alcoholic or drug abuser</strong></span> but you are in a relationship with someone who is—or who is recovering from addiction—it can feel as though your life starts to revolve around their behavior, their treatment, or their recovery. Sadly, this almost guarantees disaster.<br />
If you talk to folks in recovery, they will often talk about how they had to reach a “bottom” before they were able to make changes. One of the dangers of being in a relationship with a user is that you can do all kinds of things to delay getting to that “bottom.”<br />
Every time you enable someone else’s drug abuse or alcoholism by cleaning up their mess, you help them avoid the consequences that might just motivate them to change. When you call the boss and tell them that your partner has the flu, when in truth they are puking all over the carpet in a drunken stupor, all you are doing is helping them avoid the very consequences that might make the difference.<br />
If you are going to make the choice to be in a relationship with someone who abuses substances, here are three pointers for the very best chances of survival and even success.<br />
<span style="color: #ff6600;"><b>Recovery is NOT a linear process.</b></span> People in recovery make progress and then backslide. It is not a failure; it is a natural part of the process. If you do not understand this you will be devastated when your loved one falls off the wagon… and they probably will. You getting pissed off doesn’t help. I once heard a guy say “hey we’re alcoholics it’s what we do.” There was profound meaning in that simple concept.<br />
<span style="color: #ff6600;"><b>Their recovery is NOT about you.</b></span> I know you would like to think that you are so powerful you can make other people change. You can’t. All you can do is stand by and watch. If you can manage to do this, you will find that eventually you may have a place in the recovered alcohol/addict’s world. But if you cannot maintain strong boundaries, and detach with love, you will (to borrow from the folks who sit in rooms and talk about this stuff) just be co-signing the bullshit.<br />
<span style="color: #ff6600;"><b>Love is not all powerful.</b> </span>Love is wonderful. But does not <i>cure</i> anything. If you are hoping to love someone into sobriety, you will fail. Love is powerful when it is unconditional, if what we are calling love is conditional on you changing your behavior, it is not love, it is manipulation. Remember Romeo and Juliet is not a romance…it is a tragedy. If you don’t comprehend the difference there will be more tragedy.<br />
People who have recovered had to do WHATEVER was necessary to help them obtain and keep their sobriety. It was not an easy process. They probably had the support and understanding of others. Living an exciting life of your own and encouraging someone to join you, may be a lot more effective in creating change, than threatening someone with increasing their misery if they don’t do the “right” thing.<br />
Most of us find that we have very little experience with addiction until it becomes deeply personal. We either struggle with our own recovery or we struggle alongside someone who is trying to recover. Most people seem to think that because they care, there are not only knowledgeable but that they are also capable. That is the equivalent of a child coming home after school and telling his parent that he has a pain in his belly. His father responds that since he is the father and loves that child more than anyone else, that the kid should hop up on the dining room table, while dad uses the kitchen cutlery to remove the kid’s appendix. Kinda crazy huh? No different that when a loved one believes they know what is best for someone in recovery because they love them.<br />
The good news is that there is real wisdom out there. ALANON meetings are for the folks who are in relationships with someone using or recovering. There are folks who have walked this road before. But a fish doesn’t know it’s wet. It is hardest to know what you don’t know. Just take it as a given that if you are dealing with this issue, you will need support from those who know what they are talking about. Go get it… and don’t try to do this alone.<br />
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A great article....many of my clients come to have acupressure for the ailments stress causes in their life. Living with addiction is a family disease. Alanon is a great place to find help.</div>
ARTEMISIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07970722089083162378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872588458747313031.post-29236283111034454582016-08-21T10:44:00.003-04:002016-09-04T09:41:43.469-04:00Patterns<br />
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I want to share something I read about Patterns. I've always been interested in how we, as humans, unconsciously follow the same patterns unless we make a conscious effort to change. Most people are aware that they've done the same thing over and over..yet they are too afraid to take the next step.<br />
Afraid of therapy, afraid to find out that they have a flaw...even afraid they may find out that they actually are afraid.<br />
For those brave enough to do the work it takes to change, this was very helpful.<br />
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"A pattern will echo before it leaves you / you leave it for good. A pattern is the lesson, and an echo is the test to see whether we have passed the lesson. What does this mean?<br />
It means that all of the hard work, all of the full moon and new moon rituals, all of the meditating and reading and all of the “law of attraction” “work” that we have done suddenly appears to fail in an instant when we are confronted with the template of an old pattern that we despise. This is called an echo. An echo occurs after we have done all of the heavy lifting and we are certain that we are ready for the “NEW” the new friend, the new lover, the new business partner, even the new mailman. <br />
This can be particularly frustrating, because it can come out of the blue years after the last time we even saw evidence of the pattern.<br />
It is important to note that an ECHO is akin to a “final departure” of said pattern. but … we can get so caught up in the echo that we end up mistaking it for a pattern and actually play INTO the pattern again, therefore recreating it all over again!<br />
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This is a crucial point of examination."<br />
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Knowing this we can heal with ease.ARTEMISIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07970722089083162378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872588458747313031.post-39814351271904440802016-07-01T05:41:00.003-04:002016-09-04T09:42:33.646-04:00I am not from this planet...<br />
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I've said out loud many times, "I am not from this planet" which gives whomever I'm with a chuckle. Yet, even as a young child, I had the thought that Earth was not my real home. I often looked to nature for answers to questions that were only partially formed in my little mind, and I spent more time with animals than with people.. Above all, I began probing, something that continues even now, some fifty-odd years later.<br />
Somewhere along the line, I cultivated the practice of holding a particular question in mind as a filter through which to process all experience. This is much like looking at the world through a fixed perspective, like a religious or cultural slant - except that my question lasts only until it is answered; then a new one arises in time. To this day, I regularly shift the point from which I view, and thus repeatedly revise my thinking. Each new truth of the moment stays with me until another perception shoves it out of the way. I used to think it was like looking at reality through a changing kaleidoscope. I now realize I am the changing kaleidoscope, molded by each moment my perception changes. What I observe in one moment is neither more correct nor more elevated than any other view - or any other person's view. I have no interest in taking today's epiphany with me as I continue my journey, just as a hiker doesn't carry in his backpack each stepping stone that has helped him across the river.<br />
From what I now grasp, Earth isn't a real home for any of us. It's a tiny part of a vast holographic projection, an interactive sound stage providing us with opportunities to explore whatever aspect of our infinite nature calls out to us. I often pull back and observe from a higher seat and look down in amusement at the life I pretend to be living. I watch myself getting caught up in mundane minutiae, embroiled by emotion and add in the daily tasks of life. But as long as I can hold some part of my awareness separate from the me that thinks it is having a human experience, the melodrama of a full-fledged Earthling's life is considerably lightened.<br />
Some of the best moments are when I feel a fleeting moment of connectedness to the Divine, or see an image of the solar system, or our Milky Way galaxy. I have looked upon the face of God and witnessed the birth of my children. I have loved more than once with abandon and nurtured many sick plants back to health. I can delight in washing dishes and seeing sparkling clean glasses wink back at me. I am a child in an adult's body and love to play. Even when I am dealing with a heart break, a business commitments, or repetitive chores, I try to find a way to make me feel all of it. The greatest gift is being conscious enough to know I am a part of bearing witness to creation. I, like everyone else on this planet, am writing, directing, producing, playing, and - it would seem - also the audience of this exquisite divine journey called life.ARTEMISIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07970722089083162378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872588458747313031.post-44708468845417982172016-05-15T20:17:00.000-04:002016-05-15T20:23:10.898-04:00The Queen of Sheba<div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwIsJg_WWInXzqId8DwxgzRnnxHla_9IRPPE-FJHDMqM6aQfFoHsOaHVf-80IztB0BLePUXdwjSewnBBMokZoK9gk7tAb_8bJJBJLf3pqNLPtZf0Ajk9VRjiaTOiLrxDrjKO0x0JgM67Q/s1600-h/P9230272.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225772824711692002" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwIsJg_WWInXzqId8DwxgzRnnxHla_9IRPPE-FJHDMqM6aQfFoHsOaHVf-80IztB0BLePUXdwjSewnBBMokZoK9gk7tAb_8bJJBJLf3pqNLPtZf0Ajk9VRjiaTOiLrxDrjKO0x0JgM67Q/s200/P9230272.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><em>Solomon had three hundred wives and seven hundred concubines. But there was only one woman at whose feet he lay, the Queen of Sheba. And she was neither one nor the other, for she was the King’s match. And so, fittingly, he gave her everything she asked of him and much, much more. She in turn, gave herself to him. And their rapture knew no bounds and their love for each other never betrayed them.</em><br />
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<em>With</em> the coming heat of summer passion it's a time to share my favorite version of the love story of King Solomon, whom the ancients considered the wisest person in the world, and the Queen of Sheba, who knew better.<br />
Before Helen of Troy, before Cleopatra, before Catherine the Great, there was Sheba~history’s first recorded woman with a past. Not too much is known about her~biblical reports are sketchy~except that she was so alluring, so beguiling, and stunning that she inspired Solomon to pen the most passionate love poem ever created, the Song of Songs.<br />
That says it all to me. Actually, all we really need to know about the Queen of Sheba is that she was such a savvy babe she managed to accomplish what a thousand other women couldn’t. She brought the most powerful biblical King to his knees, and he was smiling all the way down.<br />
Exactly how did the Queen of Sheba accomplish this? By being her gutsy, glorious, authentic Self. Solomon’s equal. The King’s match. She knew it, he knew it, and she never let him forget it in subtle but unmistakable ways. She was the first woman not to bow down to him. She knew who should be receiving the adoration. She looked him straight in the eye, probably flashed him a sly and knowing smile, then turned and slowly sashayed away into her tent to wait for him to bring her love offerings. She let Solomon give her everything she wanted and much, much more <em>BEFORE</em>..she even turned in his direction. Why?<br />
Sheba knew the happiness she could bring into Solomon’s life. She wanted to see if he deserved her love. She wanted to see how he’d enhance the quality of her life before she let him in.<br />
Sheba longed for a soul mate; she wanted a companion who could meet her as an equal on every level~intellectually, emotionally, and passionately. She had been lonely far too long, but she was still the Queen of Sheba and would not settle for less than her equal. She knew that for a woman there was something worse than being alone: being with a man who doesn’t deserve you and doesn’t know it.<br />
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Was Solomon her match? King or not, she would have to test him.<br />
Material objects were not what Sheba wanted from Solomon; she already had everything. She wanted to see if the wisest man in the world knew what a woman truly wanted: gifts tied with heartstrings~ passion, unconditional love, selflessness, support, loyalty, enthusiasm, attention, thoughtfulness, devotion, romance, constancy, caring, emotional primacy-and adoration. These were the love gifts fit for a Queen.<br />
From the moment Solomon laid eyes on the Queen of Sheba, he knew this was a woman unlike any other in the world. And, as a man, not just as the greatest King in the world, he wanted her to be his and his alone. Because she was his equal, he knew what he had to do, and he had never done it before. He would have to open his heart to her and place her happiness and well-being before anyone’s, even his own.<br />
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He would have to discover what delighted her and then plot and plan her pleasure. Solomon knew he was Sheba’s passionate, generous match; he would prove it. And he did: from sharing his deep heart to offering to her, her favorite wine and fruit to personally selecting flowers and fragrant incenses, from putting the affairs of state on hold in order to spend time with her to providing for her entertainment when the kingdom couldn’t wait. There was no one else he wanted in his life but her.<br />
Sheba knew then, the most important thing about a great love. That when a new man comes into your life-whether he’s a king or a carpenter (the two are not mutually exclusive), if he doesn’t match your generosity of spirit and meet your emotional needs, you’ll never be happy together.<br />
One thing’s for sure: the Queen of Sheba would never pretend that the second-rate is first rate. Or, pretend that you don’t need love when you do. There is only one real sin, and that is “to persuade oneself that the second-best is anything but the second best.”<br />
If you want to be admired, adored, and loved as you've never been before, you’re going to have to be the Queen of Sheba and hold out for King Solomon to arrive.<br />
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ARTEMISIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07970722089083162378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872588458747313031.post-71254113470326531102016-03-24T21:21:00.000-04:002016-04-28T08:22:26.830-04:00Adult relationships 101<ul class="post-meta">
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Maneuvering relationships is one of the hardest, yet most rewarding parts of being alive.<br />
I found this article to be very helpful, the three stages of a relationship and what to expect.<br />
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In television, movies, and books, consumers are frequently presented with an image of love that is passionate, blissful, and all-encompassing. Characters such as Wesley and Buttercup in the movie The Princess Bride, and Edward and Bella in the movie Twilight, exhibit undying devotion and affection which sustains them through every hardship they encounter. These movies, and others in this genre in which we have been immersed since childhood, present an idealized view of a love relationship, which may cause us to develop unrealistic expectations for the love relationships in our own lives. To have a successful romantic relationship, one must first understand the components of a REAL love life, as opposed to a fantasy.<br />
A romantic relationship may evolve through three phases – the first phase is what we might call the “romanticized phase,” or “phase of idealization.” This is where you feel enraptured and incredibly excited about the other person. You think about them almost all of the time, there are frequent calls and/or text messages, and you feel that they are the greatest thing that has ever happened to you. Feeling as if you are on Cloud 9 can last as little as a night or two, or as much as several months. However, it is important to note that this romanticized phase will always end. (This does not necessarily mean the end of romance in the relationship, which is different).<br />
The second phase is what we might call the beginning of the “reality phase.” This phase begins when you are still having fun together and are attracted to each other, yet you begin to notice the flaws in the other person, or they comment upon flaws in you. You begin to feel disappointed in a variety of ways. They may let you down or make you angry…or you may feel neglected or poorly treated. Some of this may be normal disillusionment and expectable in a real relationship. At other times it may be that the person is too self-absorbed and narcissistic to be able to truly satisfy your basic needs. (Look for a subsequent blog on “The Narcissist”).The beginning of the reality phase of a romantic relationship can be a difficult phase to negotiate, and for this reason many romantic relationships end here.<br />
However, there is hope for conquering this phase. It is important that you talk with your romantic interest about some of your feelings and concerns, and listen to theirs. Do you try to resolve conflicts together? Are you willing to compromise? It is important to get good at talking, listening, and finding a middle ground, with a willingness to make some changes. Intimacy and commitment can feel scary, and make you or your partner want to run away from the relationship, but those feelings can be talked through as opposed to acted upon. Past deep disappointments in love, significant unresolved losses of a loved one, parental divorce, or growing up in a family where the relationships were characterized by emotional distance, can all result in fears of a close and lasting commitment. If you have persisting fears of intimacy that interfere with your love life, or you repeatedly end promising relationships before they can mature, then these issues can be addressed and resolved in psychotherapy . The therapeutic process can assist you in moving on into a healthier and more satisfying relationship.<br />
At this point you may be thinking, “This sounds too complicated. Is there anything I can do to prevent this phase and continue the romanticized phase?” Unfortunately, there is no way to prevent the reality phase from emerging. However, take comfort in the fact that YOU get to decide whether your partner’s traits are satisfying enough to continue on. It is important to recognize that without self- reflection on the part of your partner, independently or through psychotherapy, their negative traits will persist over time. If they frequently disappoint or make you feel inadequate – such that you never develop a comfortable contentment – you may choose to end the relationship.<br />
In the alternative, if you feel that you can fully accept your partner’s flaws, and that the good attributes outweigh the bad, then you may feel willing to continue. Ultimately, if you can each accept each other for who you are, within the context of working on the relationship to bring greater satisfaction, then the bond can develop into a real and durable one.<br />
Sometimes your romantic interest decides to end the relationship. This may elicit feelings of self-doubt, or fears that you are flawed and not good enough. You may question whether you should have behaved differently. Feelings of confusion may arise if you and your partner had seemingly enjoyed your time together both emotionally and physically. There are no simple answers to these questions. Perhaps you chose someone with significant narcissistic problems, who is incapable of mature love. Alternatively, perhaps your own fears of intimacy, excessive emotional dependency, rushing the relationship, or holding back emotionally or physically may have contributed to the demise of the relationship. Sometimes these patterns of thinking, feeling and behaving are unconscious and result from earlier dysfunctional love relationships in your life, and can be addressed and resolved in psychotherapy.<br />
The third phase of a romantic relationship is what we might call the “durable real” phase. Here, you have a wide range of feelings toward that other person. At times you feel love, affection, and sexual excitement. You really enjoy being with them and can’t wait to see them. At other times you may feel furious, and want out. You may feel relatively neutral at times, and just experience your partner as a companion. At other times you may feel ambivalent, as your partner can meet some of your needs, but not others. These conflicting feelings and impulses are the hallmark of a REAL relationship. If you work hard to keep the relationship alive, and motivate yourself to understand your partner; prioritize their happiness in addition to your own, and genuinely try to please them; then it’s possible to build a life together of passion, trust, and devotion. To develop and maintain an adult love relationship, it is essential to align your thoughts and expectations toward what is possible and real (as opposed to fantasized).<br />
At times even a satisfying, mature love relationship can fall into crisis, manifested by stagnation or intense and persistent conflict. Prior repressed emotional traumas, upsetting life events , and aging and health concerns can all serve to undermine what had been very satisfying. Here again individual and/or couple’s therapy can make a significant difference in bringing about understanding that will “unstick” the relationship, provide a tangible pathway toward improvement, and restore the prior feelings of satisfaction and an intimate bond.<br />
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ARTEMISIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07970722089083162378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872588458747313031.post-51337276334609744412016-02-13T06:31:00.004-05:002016-03-20T13:37:10.656-04:00My Soul...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Every relationship is sacred. </div>
Relationships are crucial to learning about who we are. It's about the mystery and sacred space that relationship takes us. <br />
When you get so lost in love, you can loose your soul's purpose. <br />
If that happens, your body will start telling you...something's wrong.<br />
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Your body will show you what old beliefs and limitations you need to change and let go so that you can return to a state of balance.<br />
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Recently I was diagnosed with an overactive thyroid. People with underactive thyroid in general struggle to voice their opinion. They are afraid of what others will think of them if they assert themselves. They want to keep the peace. They prefer to stifle their voice rather than to get into a conflict.. putting others ahead of themselves is more important than honoring their needs.<br />
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My overactive thyroid in general means, I am more assertive. I'm used to speaking up. However, my struggle is in the perception that I'm not being heard. People with overactive thyroid feel humiliated in not getting their way, their desire for control of a person or a situation is not working and they feel powerless. They feel intense anger for being left out and being betrayed.<br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /><br />It was time to take my health into my own hands and heal my thyroid.</span><br />
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Every relationship is mirroring something that is wanting to come up into consciousness for healing and transformation...for wholeness and the evolution of the soul. <br />
Real love exists when you feel completely free.<br />
Free to focus on dreams, free to be or do or think without repressing feelings and ideas, for fear that you will be judged.<br />
we are here on this Earth for our own soul's evolution.<br />
we are here to take care of ourselves first, then we are free to love more fully. <br />
Freedom in relationship is about becoming very clear about who you are and the roles and games<br />
you play with others as well as with friends and family.<br />
Who am I when I'm in the presence of others?<br />
Am I my real self?<br />
Do I feel heard?<br />
Or, do I feel betrayed.<br />
Am I hiding my joy, truth, hurt, or love. <br />
And, what is real love?<br />
How can I be in relationship with another and stay true to myself, not feel abandoned or enmeshed, dismissed or a side tracked.<br />
How can I let go of putting you and your dreams first, or the need to save or fix you and just take care of myself.<br />
Having intimacy without responsibility for others is about practicing the art and skill of freedom in relationship. <br />
I realize that when I truly heal and take care of my own issues, I am able to love more deeply.<br />
Mastering the art of committing to listening to my Soul's direction will free me to not be fearful of time spent together-knowing that I am not giving away a part of myself.<br />
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Today I focus on my dreams...and commit to my healthy body and my Soul's journey.<br />
<br />ARTEMISIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07970722089083162378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872588458747313031.post-66212734799638341822016-02-11T11:15:00.003-05:002016-02-12T13:46:00.475-05:00day dreaming....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The secret to happiness is found by those that move through life joyously. <br />
They aren't usually the same people that have been blessed with a perfect job, a great love and abundance. <br />
What they have that other's don't is the ability to take the cards dealt them and make something great.<br />
They make an effort to learn something new every day, knowing full well that the Universe is a massive chaotic and unpredictable force which is often reflected in our own chaotic unpredictable lives. <br />
Yet, they believe the Universe is here to help us create exactly what brings us Joy.<br />
Our greatest obstacle is to sit still long enough to know what that is, what is joy to you.<br />
Once you know your own piece of joy, you will feel that warmth ignite in your solar plexus.<br />
You will feel compelled to day dream, cut out pictures, window shop, journal about it.<br />
Grab onto the feeling you feel when you see yourself at the end result. <br />
Your imagination plus the feeling will open worlds of possibilities.<br />
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Last night I dreamt I was shopping in a garden nursery for Boston Ivy...my day dreaming, picture cutting moved to my dreaming desire.<br />
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I'll keep going....<br />
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ARTEMISIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07970722089083162378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872588458747313031.post-87509251406584475502016-02-06T07:38:00.003-05:002016-02-11T10:28:14.294-05:00I'm learning real love is when I can tell my truth without being responsible for someone else's reaction.<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span></em></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The greatest freedom in the world is being able to be emotionally honest with </span></em></span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">others and of course....myself. When I can express my real feelings, my body </span></em></span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">is so happy and healthy.</span></em></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">If I hold in my real feelings because I am afraid of someone's reaction, I am not being real, or honest or authentic, and I begin to lose parts of myself. I can feel it in my body.</span></em></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">When I begin to hold in and hold on, I live in a secret. </span></em></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Being empathic, there are times I put others before me...yet when others sadness is so big I hold back, I don't want to say something that will create pain.</span></em></span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I don't like to feel your anger, it really scares me.</span></em></span></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">At some time in my life I got the impression I had the power to make someone else happy or sad, and that even extended to my believing at times that I could be responsible for your happiness.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Way too much for anyone, I now see my belief was in error. </span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I want to experience real love, which means that I will tell my true feelings, my truth - without fear of someone's reaction. </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">If they do have a reaction, I will know that it's theirs, and allowed.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">We are each responsible for our own feelings and reactions. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I </span></em><em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">can only be me.</span></em><br />
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In re-establishing my acupressure clients I felt it would be a great way to begin with reminding them that the purpose of acupressure is to promote the body's own healing power.<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">While acupuncture uses needles placed at strategic points along the meridians, during an acupressure session light finger pressure is applied to specific points along the 12 meridians or channels of energy along the body. These meridan points traverse the arms, legs, trunk, and head. When these key acupressure points on the surface of the skin are pressed, muscular tension is released and the circulation of blood and the body's vital life energy, call chi, is promoted. Stimulation of these points removes blockages by relaxing muscles and allowing blood to flow more freely. </span>It is used to treat and heal numerous conditions, among them the effects of daily stress, headaches, neck and shoulder pain, allergies, fatigue, anxiety, insomnia, digestive problems, nausea, back pain and more.<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Acupressure can also free any emotional blocks by releasing accumulated tension.</span></div>
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<strong style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-size: 20px;">Preparation </span></strong><span style="font-size: small;">Before receiving an acupressure session the client is asked about their current physical condition, medical history, and any areas of specific pain. Clients wear light clothing and remove their shoes while they lie face up on a padded massage table.The length of the session depends on the client but usually last between 60 and 90 minutes.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Cost per session is $75 per hour.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 19px;">I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 19px;">and she said yes</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 19px;">I asked her if it was okay to be short</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 19px;">and she said it sure is</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 19px;">I asked her if I could wear nail polish</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 19px;">or not wear nail polish</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 19px;">and she said honey</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 19px;">she calls me that sometimes</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 19px;">Thanks God I said</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 19px;">And is it even okay if I don't paragraph </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 19px;">my letters</span></div>
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ARTEMISIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07970722089083162378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872588458747313031.post-19266027550536783562016-01-19T11:24:00.001-05:002016-02-10T15:06:04.314-05:00Losing an earring is like losing a love...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I admitted, over and over again...this isn't working for me.</div>
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This earring is starting to hurt.</div>
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I wanted to change it,</div>
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A simple gesture</div>
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Why does it take losing it to be heard.</div>
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ARTEMISIAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07970722089083162378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872588458747313031.post-32818874986214194682016-01-14T12:03:00.002-05:002016-01-15T06:39:11.870-05:00Many say they're good at communicating...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And, they say real relationships are an endlessly repeated rhythm of harmony, disharmony and repair.</div>
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But our culture idealizes only the harmony phase, and so do many that are in a relationship.</div>
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"Oh, there's Mike and Sue, they've been married 39 years, aren't they cute."</div>
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Of course they separated at one point for nearly a year because they were so pissed off at each other, and periodically they fight intensely, but they always find their way through it.</div>
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That's not what you see on the outside.</div>
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How are we going to get through this together, is the question that matters to me.</div>
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Much of it is about boundaries...the space between two people is where most of the work and reward of a relationship exists.</div>
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That's the place my communication comes from,</div>
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how well can I love someone else, do I feel safe enough to be myself.</div>
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Obviously, if you're not heard in your relationship, breakdown will happen.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">for every time she found herself to be broken</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and collapsing to be reborn</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">like a rioting star;</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">haunting the dark sky.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">It's in the choosing </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The choice is always made </span><span style="font-size: large;">with the greatest intention,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> clean up the piles of old debris.</span></div>
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Every day moves so dam quickly, does anyone else feel this way? </div>
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Or is it, I am getting older which makes it feel that days are faster. It leaves me lying in bed at night reviewing the list of things I wanted to see and feel that day but didn't get to, there's not enough time.<br />
No regrets, just a constant longing.</div>
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I need to write more.</div>
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Is the world moving and moving and moving at the speed of light.</div>
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Is the Universe gaining momentum on its way to somewhere. It knows something we don't know?</div>
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I've been trying to look ahead towards the future, being an Aquarian, that usually is my focus. Yet at my age the past keeps creeping in, filled with a mix of wonderful moments, very happy and sad. Most lives are filled with both if lived fully, mine included.</div>
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My heart always goes to the first time I held each of my children. There's nothing that comes close to it, or nursing them while sitting in my rocking chair (I inherited just for the occasion). The chair is gone and my babies have grown. My oldest turned 29 today.</div>
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Life is different now.</div>
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It's about loving. It's about wisdom and telling stories. A career or success, well I've done that.<br />
Now It's about making someone smile. </div>
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As One ages safety creeps in, do I have enough money to retire, will I be able to physically care for myself. I turn it over. Which always brings me back to trusting that the unknowns of life need to be purposely diminished. </div>
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Let the speed of days turn into weeks months years. </div>
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Will I move to Seattle to live? Will I go out on a jet ski again? Will I rent a villa in Tuscany for my 60th birthday? </div>
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It's all up to me.</div>
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Lately I've been thinking more and more about what is "manifesting" your destiny, and how does one go about doing it. Clearly, when you listen to the soul searchers of today they make it sound as though life is an open book just waiting to fulfill your desires. Yet, where does this endless "flow" exist and how does one tap into it? I can say in my own life, I believe 100% in miracles, yet if pushed I'd have to admit I have questionable faith of this concept on a big picture level. Yet, the seekers I admire always confirm the truth of it. There is an endless flow all around us that once tapped into, we can live our life being the actor in our one act play with all the peace, love, and happiness most find so hard to find in this crazy world ( ..just look at the headlines in the news..)<br />
Yes, I have synchronicities all the time. Yes, I can conjure up a fox (not really, but you know what I mean...) and I have many aha moments. It's the big big big grand scheme of desires I've started to get curious about. Maybe it is in question as I now have big toe arthritis, and my knuckles are larger showing signs of my age, it's wear and tear, and I find myself staring at older people wondering how it feels to be in their shoes. I turned to Deepak Chopra and decided to get his book on Audible. <strong>The Spontaneous Fulfillment of Desire</strong><br />
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Chapter One...he begins with explaining to the reader the tree levels of existence, the three Domain<br />
1. The Earthly Plane<br />
2. The Plane of Quantum Physics<br />
3. The Non Local Domain (The Universe, God, The level of Miracles)<br />
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After listening four times with still not understanding this third level Deepak is talking about, I google Non local Domain knowing there is something big here, besides that the rest of his book would be lost on me if I couldn't get this concept.<br />
I wanted to share with you what I found, it has moved me at my core.<br />
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Here is the best definition I could find on a website crystallotus.com<br />
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><em>We live on three domains simultaneously. We live in the
physical domain. We live in the quantum domain. The quantum domain is where our
thoughts are, information and energy exists. Indeed that is in the 'real'
domain. The physical domain is only a manifestation of the quantum domain.
Lying below the quantum domain, the fundamental of our existence, is the
non-local domain. It is given various names. It is called the Virtual Level. It
is called the Spiritual Level. It is called the level of Pure Potential. It is
called Universal Being. <o:p></o:p></em></span></div>
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</em><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><em>It goes beyond what can be touched and felt. It goes beyond
what we can think. It goes beyond energy. Energy is in the quantum domain. The
non-local goes even beyond energy. It is an infinite sea of possibilities, the
realm of pure potential, where nothing is concrete, where nothing has taken
shape, where everything exists in its potential state.<o:p></o:p></em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><em>It is non-local because as it cannot be given a location. It
cannot be defined. It just is. It's a realm of pure potential. It's the
fundamental level of our existence. The quantum cannot give it a definite name,
a structure, a description or a definition. It cannot label this.<o:p></o:p></em></span></div>
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</em><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><em>This is the non-local domain which organizes, gives
structure to the information and energy, to the quantum domain. It is the
non-local domain which brings energy which we may call sub- atomic, merges it
into atoms, and merges atoms into molecules; gives solidity. And all of this
organization, intelligence comes from the non-local domain. <o:p></o:p></em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><em>It is an intelligence that is over powering, which cannot be
kept, defined, restricted or limited to any one location. A realm of pure
consciousness. It is at this level, if we were to exist there then we would be
aware of all the possibilities that would arise out of a situation. Therefore
in using the organizational abilities of this intelligence, in order to create,
manifest, this is one possibility we wish to harness.<o:p></o:p></em></span></div>
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</em><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><em>We call it a miracle.<o:p></o:p></em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><em>This whole sea of possibilities and that is reality. Reality
is No Thing. There isn't anything because at a level which really matters, at a
non-local domain, nothing is and yet everything is. This realm is a realm of
pure potential it exists beyond energy, it exists beyond space, it exists
beyond time and it exists beyond distance.<o:p></o:p></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Happy Traveling.....</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Lynne</span></span></div>
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