Love of True Self

Out of everything we are and will be, being authentic is crucial for the salvation of ones soul. Think about it. How do you feel when you are being ignored? The same rings true for when you fail to honour yourself, your light, your dreams out of fear what others might say.

Beauty with Sweet Ruby

My passion for my appearance was sparked at a young age. Mostly from my desire to be loved and accepted but either way a mini love affair was born. It wasn’t until my mid 30’s getting up to my 4:30 AM alarm that I decided it was time to make a change. What I loved most about being alive was the ability to make another being feel good. To primp and pamper those tired soles or alleviate some of the stress for the day I was pushed into the idea of beauty school and not a day has gone by that I haven’t been in love with life sense. Pampering and self care shouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility and we should all love the skin that we are in.

Authenticity

Compassion doesn’t work that way and life is supposed to love and heal. Imagine living back then only to find out that humans are even more grotesque than they have ever been before. We are stuck in this loop of working our fingers to the bone to fund our terrorists who are here right now dancing and laughing on holy soil with our brothers and sisters being the meal that replenishes the Earth. You have to change everything you have ever done before and stand tall in your own pile of sh*t. Are you truly authentic or are you living a life on display for others to appreciate and understand?

The Ethereal Drain

DNA has provided us with some closure instead of turning some beings into made up, fictional characters where their story never ends. There are some souls that disappeared forever like their time here never existed. This must be a layover till our next destination because nothing else makes sense.

What is an Empath?

I feel way too much and that’s what drove me to drugs and just needing to feel numb for just a little bit. The problem with an empath is we are to busy feeling others energies and then all of a sudden it is ours being ignored. I just want to live happy enjoying my family and friends. Is that too much to ask in this world, I think sometimes it is.

The Canadian Lie

My dreams are quick becoming my living nightmare. I am horrified by such outlandish disregard for human life, for somebody’s children, for the future they robbed us all from. Who could we have been if we embraced each other at first sight and learned to thrive together before banishing so and so from this here land never to be seen or heard from again.

See Red, Not Orange

There would be satisfaction when Mother Nature retaliates but she always seems to take more innocent in her womanly rage. Who likes to see what they created being so eagerly destroyed. I didn’t settle, I was whitewashed when I hit 5. I remember our books in grade school were all about raising Indigenous fears and concerns. I remember having nightmares that they were all scalpers and coming for my hair. I was young and brainwashed, impresionable, young minds always are. We were made to believe that they were lovingly taken care of, getting “free” money for their sacrifice.

Proud Words

The proudest words I have ever heard come out of a grown man’s lips now has also become the saddest. “That tree right there I took from my Daddy’s yard and I planted it right there so he could always be here.” That huge tree staring at us from his kitchen window is probably his most valuable possession because of what it means. So I cry.