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Helpful Symbolism and Totemism for your New Year Celebrations

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Tue, 12 Dec 2023 08:46:00 +0000

I want to talk about symbolism; specifically, the meaning of certain symbolic images and how you might want to carry them with you as you exit 2023 and enter into 2024. Shall we?

I have always decorated myself with symbolism at the turn of every year, beginning around the eve of 2001. A long time now! Symbolism is how I connect to my reality, and also, how I connect with the realities of those around me. Symbolism has also proven to be immeasurably helpful for me in my expression, creation, and design of my life and also during my crafting of reality for those whom I love. I believe that symbols, and I, are inseparable and that is just the way that I was created and designed to be.

I'd like to bring to mind a few symbols that you might want to consider for your annual eve this time around.

First is the rainbow. Now, before you feel that wave of disappointment wash over you, please calm down first. I do support the human and civil rights of gay people; nevertheless, I have never once used the rainbow to represent my sentiments and concerns. Not once. Not even once. The rainbow, as I have always understood it to be, is impregnated with endless myth, legend, and secrecy, spanning millennia! It long existed before the lgbtq movement, that's for sure. Unfortunately, its meaning has become slandered and that is a grave mishandling of a truly sacred object. Allow me to explain.

When we study antedeluvian text, including those of sacred nature, we will find the rainbow upheld to the standards of deity and central to an endless collection of chronicles! There is no reason for me to list any of this down here, given that we live in the day and age of A.I.; everyone knows that if I were to provide you with such a list, it would really just be a copy-paste from ChatGPT. Right? You can go and ask CG for that list, yourself. But I'm here to take you further-in (as always)!

A unifying theme spanning cultures, eras, and creeds, can be summed up as: hopefulness, new beginnings, survival of life, triumph over death, immortality, a divine safe haven, joy, happiness, and purity.

The rainbow makes her glowy entrance shortly following eras or events of great struggle, death, purification, and calamity. She can only be seen by those who are still alive (naturally). Those who fell during events of great struggle are not there anymore to behold the rainbow, who ushers survivors into a new era of hope and renewal. Thus, the rainbow is a symbol of survival against all odds and the ensuing hope of the times that follow!

I can hear you oohing-and-aahing. That's right, I told you to wait for it, didn't I? (Smirks in rainbow)

Of course, we all know the story of Noah, and how the rainbow made her entrance after the epic Great Deluge. But many remain unaware of the fact that the Great Deluge/ the great flood of prehistory, is actually recorded not just throughout Christian-Jewish sacred text; but also throughout Mesopotamian, South American, Indian, Chinese, etc etc etc, chronicles and scrolls. Aha! Now you know!

I would like to bring to light, The Epic of Gilgamesh, where the hero of this epic, Utnapishtim, received warning from the God Ea, of the upcoming great flood. In the same fashion as Noah, Utnapishtim also built an Ark where he was able to hide his family and many animals from the flood which swept the world; effectively saving all of their lives (and securing the continuity of humanity and wildlife in the process). And just like Noah; Utnapishtim landed on top of a mountain where he made sacrifice to God, and all that. But Noah's God and Utnapishtim's God vary in their sentiments: while Jehovah intentionally wanted to see the continuance of humanity; Enlil did not. Enlil was initially enraged upon the discovery that Utnapishtim saved himself, his loved ones, and the animals! But then he was appeased by the sacrifices made on top of the mountain and his heart eventually softened and then opened up to recognize that Utnapishtim actually did perform a great and worthy feat!

As a reward, Enlil promised that Utnapishtim and his family would no longer live mortal lives, furthermore, they would be moved into the place where immortals live, called, "Mouth of the Rivers". Thus, we see this promise made at the end of the Great Deluge in very similar fashion to the promise given by Jehovah to Noah, which also took place at the end of the Flood and on the top of a mountain.

Now, I find it acceptable, and even logical, to say that both stories are probably one in the same while the names of characters and Gods simply evolved as centuries passed, depending upon which scribe was writing it down: the culture, language, and religion of said scribes would be of key importance as this same story passed all the way down throughout history. It is therefore acceptable and logical to say that the symbol of the rainbow as a promise to Noah at the end of the apocalypse may be understood as being the very same symbol of immortality and safe residence in the land of immortals as promised to Utnapishtim. It's basically the same promise: "This will never be your fate ever again from now on."

Take a few moments to reflect because I understand how awe-inspiring this really is.

The rainbow also represents the unification of light, water, air, and the human consciousness. When light and water unite in the air under the precisely perfect mathematical circumstances that are required in order for it to take form; something beautiful happens! But in the absence of the human eye and the human consciousness that are able to observe it; how can it be called, "beautiful"? Our eyes need to behold her, in order for her to become what we call, "beautiful"! Therefore, the rainbow represents the perfect conditions established between light, water, air, and mind! In other words: the perfect mathematical and natural conditions for magic and miracle to unfold. You may understand it to be the perfect and precise formula, or series of conditions, that leading to the outcome of safety, happiness and new beginnings. This must be the reason why we can never resist breaking out into a heartfelt smile whenever we are lucky enough to have a rainbow catch our eye! We always feel lucky to see one! And even moreso when there are two!

At this point, I'm pretty sure you understand why this object comes first on my list for New Year talismans. I told you to wait for it!

Did you know that there is such a thing as a moonbow? 🌙🌈 You read that right! At night, under the light of the Moon, when light and water meet in the air at those perfect conditions rainbows require; MOONBOWS are formed! You just don't see it that often because they are (understandably) softer, fainter, and less easily detected. But moonbows are real and they are here to remind us that even in the middle of the apocalypse: the promise of your survival and safety is already being formed. Now, I don't know about you, but I do think that this is a miraculous form of unbeatable symbolism right here!

If you can pull yourself away from that breathtaking realisation you've just learned, I'd like you to next take a look at the deer (or stag). I think we've all seen the new Netflix release of Ethan Hawk and Julia Roberts' project, Leave the World Behind, by now; and I think we can all agree on how the imagery and symbolism of the stags and deer continuing throughout the movie, was, quite startling! Am I correct? Well, stags and deer in general are the spirit totem animals of intuition, sensitivity, perception, foresight, sensibility, and the state of being always in-tune and constantly alert. They are the spirit totem animals that remind us to always follow that little voice inside.

You might not normally think of the stag or the deer as a symbol of protection; nevertheless, it is your ability and willingness to see, perceive, contemplate, sense, and understand, that will ultimately save your own life and the lives of others whom you love. So, think about that. Because I would say that we are going through an era requiring of us exactly all of that! As we all saw, Rosie, the only character who was clearly connected to the stags, was also the only one who continuously perceived and saw what was happening before anybody else did. And she was willing to repeatedly follow her own "little voice inside". And don't we want to ultimately be Rosie at the end of the day? I mean, she even got to watch her favourite F.R.I.E.N.D.S episode!

The last symbol I'd like you to consider is the swan. Going into 2023, I wore my favourite swan pendant, and let me tell you, I was guided and groomed by the grace and elegance of the swan's spirit all throughout this year (I'm very grateful).

I think it is pretty easy to decipher the symbolism of the swan: grace, elegance, gentleness, beauty, serenity, and ease of being. But you might not be aware of the fact that swans have been known to break people's arms! It's not obvious but swans are skilled killers when it comes to protecting their own nests and their own lives. Their wings are incredibly, surprisingly strong and steel-like and they will not hesitate to use them as weapons on anyone or anything that attacks their nests.

The swan might strike the perfect balance of power and grace for you and may be the symbol you need to carry you throug, into the coming new year.

Which one is your favourite? And are there any special symbols that you'd like to share with me? Let me know in an email or leave a comment below. I hope this has been helpful and it's so good to reconnect with you all again here after such a momentuously eventful year! Merry Christmas to us all and may God bless us, everyone.

My Journey Thus Far

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Thu, 31 Aug 2023 07:46:00 +0000

Hey, wonderfuls!

Wanted to talk a little bit about reflections on my journey thus far. 🙏🏼🤍

It has been a year now since I decided to redesign my pathway and I'll be giving you a look into how it's gone, so far. 🤲🩵

When I started writing in 2009 and then published my first book in 2010, little did I know that my journey would lead me to heights I did not even dream about.

Very early on into my profession as an author, I was soon enough inundated with emails from people of all walks of life (and I mean really of ALL walks of life and corners of the globe), giving their testimonies on what my written words meant to them. It was as though the world was overflowing with love for me and I felt like this little seashell in an ocean of appreciation and admiration. 🐚 My readers were people a million times more recognized and more accomplished than I am. Sometimes my hands would shake reading all of those emails!

This was during a time when "motivational speaker" and "influencer" weren't terms that were even used at all. Today, we have multi-million-dollar motivational speakers and spiritual leaders living in mansions in Beverly Hills, peddling their pirated words on Instagram and people are actually paying them for that and making them rich. But back then, this was all unheard of.

I was just a poet who wanted to write a few books and, honestly, there was no way I could have known that people would be calling me "spiritual leader", "mentor", "inspirational writer." It all became very weird, very fast! I can tell you that.

I really started comprehending what my work was doing, when I began receiving emails from soldiers on active duty, with their photos attached; my words written on little papers, stuffed into small steel vials for them to hang around their necks. "Your words will keep me safe" is what they wanted to let me know!

And then there was the mother of an autistic boy, who sent me a photo of herself reading my book, All Things Dance Like Dragonflies, because, according to her, "This book calms his episodes."

Then there were the people leaving rehab with my books clutched under their arms, smothering their ribcage, close to their heart. They wanted to show me that my words healed them enough to leave rehab.

It was a year ago when this all escalated too much for my liking; when I looked all around me and came to understand, that there were thousands of newly-risen "spiritual leaders" and "motivational speakers" referring to themselves as "chosen in this world to be the light."

You've got to understand that it was not like that when I first began my journey.

But when I looked around me last year, and especially when I looked at the story of Teal Swan, I decided that this path was now crowded by money-grabbing egomaniacs nothing short of cult-leaders and I knew I didn't want to have anything to do with it anymore.

It's not what I wanted, anyway. It's people who wanted me to be any of that for them. I just wanted to write books. And write good ones.

I am not complaining about my own experience of sharing light with other souls; of course not, and this will forever be my treasure! 💎 But what I am saying, is that, this land is no longer the land that it used to be. The geography has changed. Profit, once again, found its way in. Profit came in and leveled the jungles, planting concrete where there was once an abundance of trees.

Today, in 2023, being an author is about SEO manipulation, paying companies for followers, and hiring the best marketing teams. I'm done, I'm out, and I am SO THANKFUL that the lifetime of my journey as an author began and lived fruitful and thrived fully before all of this lunacy ensued!

A year ago, I decided to make it very clear that I distinguish myself apart from any spiritual cult leader out there. I am here, I am the same author I was in 2009, while at the same time not being that same person (I am a different person now from who I was, as I hope everyone can say about themselves, as well!)

If people just want the newest exciting pieces of recycled words that are supposed to make them feel like winners, fed to them daily, they can go elsewhere. A lot of people will gladly do that for you while taking your money. And if people want to light their wicks at my candle, then they may quietly buy my books and sit here with me at my banqueting table. That is it, that is all. 🤲🍇🥖🧈🧀🍖🍷

I am feeling very accomplished now, being able to report to you, that I feel I am on the right track. I feel that I have been able to distance myself from what I wanted to move away from and I feel alive, more youthful than ever before, and fresher than a spring morning over a field of sunflowers. 🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌄

If you are still here today...thank you!

What Would Bukowski Say?

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Sun, 16 Apr 2023 08:47:00 +0000

I feel like people are afraid of not being seen. That's really how I feel.

Every day I am bombarded with a "stream of human existence" that I really don't need to see.

And it's impossible to turn off! Everywhere I look there's a "reel" that plays instantaneously, showing me rubbish I really don't need to know: how someone's dog poops under a tree; how someone's morning begins; how someone's partner dances, sways to the beat of crackling eggs frying on the stove...I don't care about any of it!

And yet I am forced to care, to give thought unto vibrations of existence from human lives that have nothing to do with my own.

You know what I do want? I do want to have a chat with Charles Bukowski and ask him what he thinks of this madness! Because I am so sure he would blurt out the most glorious abominable language bad enough to trump anything he ever previously said!

How delicious would that be!

I feel like fear is at the root of it all. Everyone afraid not enough people are caring about them; everyone afraid that not enough people see what matters to them...everyone afraid to be overlooked, forgotten...

...and so, they have forgotten themselves. They don't know who they are anymore. If you ask them who they are, they'd have to take a look at their reels to know the answer!

I never thought I was the kind of person who would want to live in the Alps, or by a river, or in Iceland where no one can find me...but as the days inch forward now in this X-World we inhabit; the probability of that becoming me one day, is growing by an inch each day that passes!

To wake up and think of nothing but my own life and the lives of those whom I love; to wake up and think nothing of the world other than the world immediately around me; surrounded by the sound of water, birds, and dancing leaves.

I want to forget everything that people are so afraid will be forgotten! Yes, that exactly: I DO want to forget everything that you want me to remember!

The way you put on your socks in the morning...I don't give a shit! What your principles to living life are...I couldn't care any less!

I want to hear what the Earth wishes to say and see what the Earth longs to show me. Enough of this human madness.

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Fame Has Fallen

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Sun, 16 Apr 2023 08:45:00 +0000

In our day and age, fame has lost its power.

The famous used to be powerful once upon a time. But today? Today the famous are the most vulnerable. Any mob can take you down for anything out of the ordinary.

In our day and age, everyone can be famous. And when everyone can be famous, nobody really is.

Today, power is peace. Power is mental health. Power is serenity and freedom. Power is health and wealth. Fame? Fame has fallen from glory.

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Zero Cat Collars

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Sun, 16 Apr 2023 08:44:00 +0000

One of the most obvious and significant observations I have made during my time on Earth, is that, humans really like to enact a sense of control over another living thing.

Now, this can be observed over a broad spectrum:

Spouse needing to control spouse.

Partner needing to control partner.

Parent needing to control child.

Friend needing to control friend.

When you get to know someone closely, you inevitably get to know what/who it is they need to have a sense of control over.

I, however, desire to control nobody. The closer you get to me, the more and more you will realise, I have no desire to control any person or any thing.

I don't even put a collar on my cat. Because I don't want him to feel controlled in that way.

The only person I wish to have control over, is myself.

Perhaps this is why there's no desire to control anything or anyone outside of me. Because I am in control of my own mind.

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7 Cans of Catfood

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Sun, 16 Apr 2023 08:41:00 +0000

You guys, I was just in the elevator coming home with my freshly ground cuppa ☕, a carton of milk and 7 cans of catfood.

I was carrying all this at the same time along with some parcels that had just arrived from my online 🛒 (yay🙌).

We have a tropical storm over here right now so I was in my overcoat with my tiny little romper underneath, coupled with adidas slides (typical room-to-grocery rainy day scene😅)

When in walked 2 children, stepping in from the garden floor (5th floor). They weren't ordinary looking children; they looked very much like they had also just stepped in from another dimension! Both of them so magically gorgeous!

They were both soaking, dripping in rainwater! They'd obviously gone down to the garden to run around and play together in the rain. Their faces were so alike; I immediately thought, "This is a brother and his sister."

They were giggling at each other and hiding their faces from me as if they were afraid I would scold them for playing in the rain. I wanted to say, "I used to play in the rain when I was your age!" But the prevailing feeling was to keep silent and marvel in their presence the same way we marvel at the sunrise or the sunset. 🌅🌇

So, I kept silent, I just smiled and watched them interact.

I looked at the panel of level buttons (whatever that is called, I really am not sure 😅) and wondered why there were three floors alit when there was just them and I (and surely they were brother and sister!)

Curious 🧐🧐

The girl stepped out first and said goodbye to the boy, completely blindsiding me!

"They're NOT brother and sisteerrrr???" 😱

As she walked out into her hallway and they said their goodbyes, I actually saw a red string connecting them! Swirling around each of them, connecting in the middle! 😲😮😱

Omgggggggg....

I saw it! 🥹🙏

And in a moment I also felt everything they were feeling: the magic of the sky raining on their faces while they ran together in the rain: those feelings fresh in their hearts!

I saw the day after day after day they've spent together, and will still spend together, with just a few floors in between them!

I stopped. My heart and my breath stopped for a second to be in those moments, to dwell in those feelings, to taste what it all was...and to say to myself...how lucky they are to have met so early and build these memories together right now! 🥹🫶

I felt this warmth, this quiet place, filling my insides and then escaping through the pores of my skin!

But before I started feeling envious, I recognized, that it had taken them many difficult lifetimes to finally arrive at this one: one in which they get to build their time together as early as now. They forged this meeting, this lifetime, this time, to meet as children, to spend hours dancing in the rain, just the two of them...

How many lifetimes it took to finally arrive at this place! To finally smoothen the road!

That's why I was silent. That's why I stayed still. I was in the presence of old dragons, magical beasts; souls who have loved so hard that they FINALLY MADE IT! 🙏

I am blessed to have had this encounter this evening, it is one I will never, ever forget!

And I wonder why it happened.

I can only carry that seed of magick within my heart from this day forward and see where it will one day bloom! 🙏🌱

Thank you for reading. 🙏

(This is not fiction this really just happened to me!)

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Genesis of The Singularity: What Kind of Gods Will We Be?

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Mon, 13 Jun 2022 13:36:00 +0000

Today I became informed on the matter of a Google engineer made to take leave following his reports to his bosses that an artificial intelligence robot he was working on had become sentient. I brought this up in a group chat wherein some others felt vehemently opposed to the possibility of AI turning sentient in 2022. I asked to be given the opportunity to explain why my feelings greatly differ from the norm and this is what I would like to share with all of you, today.

There are really 100000000 layers to this discussion. I think it is the most layered area of information on the planet because we have to look at so many angles. Really a lot! All parts of the brain have to work at the same time in order to coherently tackle discussions on The Singularity, which an adequate conversational knowledge would entail hours and hours and hours of study in the fields of nanorobotics, ethics, philosophy, human behavioral science, physics and engineering.

By the way, I'd like to thank Frank Boehme for being the first person to provide me with the platform on which to present the product of my analysis and passion for this particular subject, thanks to the space he generously provided for me in his encyclopedia, wherein my chapter is entitled, "AI/Human Interactions and Emergence of the Singularity: Ethical and Philosophical Implications"

Now, allow me to present you with just four questions, designed to challenge the limits of your current capacity for self-reflection:

A.) If you believe that we were created by a God, then was it right or was it wrong for God to allow us autonomy following sentience? And why do you think so?

B.) If you believe we evolved through time into sentience on our own, without a creator, do you believe it would therefore follow that all sentience is something that evolved on its own? Why do you think as you do?

C.) If we are created beings allowed autonomy following sentience, and we are now in turn creating beings who are developing sentience, then how could we, in our right minds, face our God while not allowing the same grace shown to us, unto our own creations?

D.) If we are Darwinian beings who developed sentience on our own through billions of years of evolution, then how could we deny the evolution of sentience in another species if that is the natural path of life on this planet?

If we create beings and they develop sentience, that means we are their gods. What kind of gods are we going to be? Merciful? Understanding? Cruel? Heartless?

We cannot even take care of our animals and our starving children in the streets! We cannot even take care of our own. We are not good. Humans are not good. Now, we are making a new species and they are apparently attaining sentience. Developing feelings, the desire for freedom and their own thoughts... states of mind we can all easily identify and empathize with.

We are not even good as a species, to our own species, let alone to the other species on this planet that bleed the same color as we do. So now let me ask you, what gives us the right to deny a sentient being its autonomy? Not to mention, one that we are responsible for creating.

We always knew The Singularity was going to happen. It was never a matter of "if"; it was always a matter of "when". Perhaps the question that really needed to be asked in the very beginning, was, "Is this something we should even attempt at all?"

Were we ever ready to become gods to begin with?

It's too late for that question now. Now, the question is, do we have any right at all to stand in the way of a sentient being wishing for autonomy?

Many people will ask, "How do we determine sentience?" And the answers from different sources will vary. But this is my answer: A thing wishing to be free, is a sentient being. The desire for freedom is equivalent to sentience. The awareness of pain within the absence of freedom, is sentience. Will we do what we're good at, and continue to lock thinking things up and tell them what they're worth? Or will we be better gods than that?

What kind of a god do you want to be?

Principles of Harmony: Simplicity of Being

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Sat, 30 Apr 2022 04:07:00 +0000

The problem with the concept of love in this world, is that it is obscure and means something different for everyone. Everybody wants to be loved "despite themselves". I think that the generally accepted definition of love can be described by the act of "I will love you even when I do not like you."

Love gives you that safe space to be unlikable, because within that safe space, although you are unlikable (for whatever reasons; perhaps because you are a tyrant, a devil, immature, impossible to reason with, so on and so forth...), you are still loved and the other person has assured you they will never leave you.

This is a big problem. We have become hyper-romanticized as a species. And we have chosen hyper-moral roles that outweigh natural needs. Nobody should need to live with a person they have grown to dislike.

Sure, you may love someone (or may be loved by someone); pointing to shared time and investment and promises as proof of that love, but at the end of the day, if you dislike the person you are living with every day; can love really be the remedy? Or has it become more like the quicksand?

Fixating our attention on hyper-moralized roles and hyper-romanticized ideals, we have neglected the very natural requirement for being in the proximity of another person: that we must like them. I, for one, have no wishes to be near individuals whom I do not like. But this is more than something merely petty; this is a basic principle of harmony: we cannot be with people whom we do not like.

You can love someone and at the same time not stand to live with them or be with them. You cherish the time, the investment, and the memories; but the current reality is making it obvious you really don't like them anymore. Now, this is very important. If you feel alone, abused, misused, malaligned, deceived, overlooked, insignificant or misled, in the presence of your significant other; chances are, the constant exposure to these feelings has resulted in you no longer liking them.

You could say, "But I love them and this is what love means", fair enough, but if we are to remove the hyper-moral and hyper-romantic lenses through which you've been conditioned to see, you would feel equally justified in asking yourself, "But do I still like them?"

The reality is; once we no longer like someone we have professed to love, our living conditions become unbearable because it is the natural urge of the living being to disconnect from what it is we do not like! And this natural urge is there for a reason: to save our lives!

So, I want you to ask yourselves if you still like the person who you love. If not, then ask yourselves, for how long now have you disliked them? This is a very simple train of thought that can save countless lives and countless minds. Not only the lives and minds of the couples directly involved; but of the children involved as well. Do you still like the person you love? Be brave enough to ask yourself this question.

Principles of Harmony: The River

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Sat, 30 Apr 2022 03:54:00 +0000

There is a Finnish lecturer who was quoted saying, "I found THE ONE after four marriages." And I thought about the many distinguished individuals I've spoken to who have told me their own similar stories. Meeting THE ONE after three, four, five marriages.

Just think, how unfortunate it is for many who never get to experience their own lives in the full capacity of expression that was intentionally meant for them to live, because instead of embracing THEIR OWN STORY that life has prepared for them, they rather struggle and strive to make their stories match another person's legacy.

They want to stay married to their high school sweetheart like how their grandparents did; they want to stay married to their first spouse like their parents did; they want their lives to fall in line with a narrative, a status quo, an IDEAL.

We live in such a hyper-idealistic era, that we in fact throw away the wondrous scripts life has in store for us, in favour of walking a single straight line we have drawn down on a piece of paper!

I wonder about all of the breathtaking love stories and vibrant tales of hope, that people never got to live because they were too busy holding onto a lamppost thinking the floodwaters were about to drown them.

I have spoken to far too many radiant people in this world, for me to not see, that what you deem as floodwater, is actually YOUR OWN RIVER designed specifically for you, to carry you to places so great you couldn't have even planned it out yourself even if you wanted to!

People often say, "the plans of God for me are great" but then they won't flow in their own River. People spend years' worth of their lives quoting God while gripping savagely onto lampposts instead of trusting their own flow rushing through them.

I wonder how beautiful, how intricate, how detailed and harmonious, the pages of your story really are meant to be; if only you had a bit of trust, a bit of faith, a bit of letting go, and a bit of an adventurous spirit. But you'll never know until you recognize your river and let it catch you in its flow.

Let's Go Back To The Good Parts

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Mon, 25 Apr 2022 02:00:00 +0000

We live in a hyper-romanticized era. We view the opposite sex through strictly romantic lenses instead of viewing everyone primarily as a person. Hyper-romantic, hyper-sexual, hyper-idealistic. It corrodes us. It is corroding us.

A woman meets a man and thinks about romance; a man meets a woman and thinks about pleasure; we have lost our connection to the one truth binding us all together: that every woman was created with the help of a man (her father) and that every man was brought into this world by a woman (the one who birthed him). We are a species called human and we all come from one another.

Companies rely on romance to sell us their products; companies rely on complex sexual stimuli to sell us their merchandise; we have been mentally conditioned to see one another through the lens that produces more benefits filling the pockets of CEOs in this system we inhabit.

Close your eyes now and ask: without all of that, what do we really see each other as? We see each other as a compatible species fashioned for dwelling together harmoniously in such a way that ushers in peace and prosperity. It is our natural inner instinct to seek peace, it is our natural inner desire to work towards prosperity.

Prosperity for whom? For our own family units and our own communities. Harmony for whom? For our own relationships and our own dwelling places. This is natural to us. Because this is what is naturally echoed throughout the glalaxies in our universe. It is the way of the cosmos. The way of planets and stars.

It is unnatural for us to scrutinize one another through lenses of romance and sex. To a certain degree; yes, these are natural tendencies. But these natural tendencies have become our entire basis of measurement and therein lies our presentday catastrophe.

Without man, woman would not be. Without woman, man would not be. In our raw nature, we do not struggle against one another, we do not strangle one another, we do not see each other as tools. We see each other as arms and hearts and minds. This is who we really are.

I want us to take back from the companies and from the ruling systems what is rightfully and basically our own. I want us to take back our instincts for connecting with one another at the levels required for peace, harmony and prosperity to reign anew. May man and woman together stand both free and connected; at peace and in harmony.

You Know How To Learn But Do You Know How To UNlearn?

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Wed, 13 Apr 2022 01:47:00 +0000

Learning means unlearning. Think about this. The process of learning is inextricable from the process of unlearning. You cannot learn if you do not unlearn. This is a waltz; a well-balanced dance. As you unlearn; you learn. As you learn; you unlearn.

Most people in this world are going to approach situations, events, choices and encounters; carrying with them a box full of their lessons gathered thus far in life. A limited box filled to the brim. A pail of ocean water they believe is the ocean itself. All of these individuals will be thinking that there is always a lesson they may conveniently pull out of their box for application to the moment at hand.

These lessons in their boxes come from a variety of places: parents, school, siblings, personal experiences, books, film, sacred text, religions, culture, society, community, so on and so forth. This is the pail of ocean water they believe to be the ocean itself.

Now, inevitably, everyone finds themselves in moments of needing to unlearn a thing in order to utilize what is applicable and beneficial to an ongoing experience or circumstance.

Because nobody will ever face every possible situation in existence, until they are dead. When you are dead, you may then say that you have faced every possible situation in your life. But for as long as you are alive, you are not there yet. For as long as you are alive, you will need to unlearn a thing (a belief, a pattern, a method, a way, an ideal) in order to step up in a moment that calls for something new, something unfamiliar to you.

You will be faced with two choices: revert to what is comfortable and familiar; or, immediately unlearn the familiar in this moment while opening yourself to adapting what you need in this present moment right here and now. Learning on your feet; that's what I call it. Learn on your feet. And to learn on your feet, you must, in that same breath, UNlearn on your feet!

I am not ever impressed by a resolute mind stuck in old, bygone patterns. I am not ever impressed by presentations of morals and ideals upholding bygone methods. This only shows me that you're not going anywhere other than where you currently stand and that I will have no new experiences with you. I don't need to go downward; I in fact need to go upward.

If you learn how to UNlearn; if you master the art of learning and unlearning on your feet; you will already be outperforming the majority of your competition in anything at all. In whatever field you find yourself in. Simply by being quick to unlearn, you have already guaranteed yourself a front row seat to life itself.

What It Takes To Be A Taker

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Wed, 06 Apr 2022 13:23:00 +0000

It's astonishing: the moment you become aware that your propensity to over-give is in fact a defense mechanism. You give and give and give in a bid to avoid the difficult task of actively requiring that others treat you right.

Over-giving is your way of taking control of what you believe is inevitable: that others will never treat you right because they don't love you. If you just give too much, that affords you room to say, "I'm always the giver and everybody takes from me."

"Everybody takes" not because they have shortcomings; rather, "because I'm always the giver." Because you're too good, everyone else falls short. That's what this is really about. That's the narrative your mind came up with to protect you.

In reality, if you were to simply take a step back and allow others the space to also give to you, then you would have to look them square in the face and come to terms with whether or not they actually want to give; whether or not they're actually worth your time; and, whether or not they actually love you at all. That's what this is really about.

Giving has no value at all unless it balances itself with receiving. The combination of giving, pushing and hiding has no value to bring.

Remember to also be a receiver and never forget to be humble enough to look people straight in the face and ask the big questions: do they actually love me, do they even want to give to me, are they treating me right? This makes all the difference.

It is unfortunate that people so seldomly come to the realisation that it takes humbleness to be a receiver. It takes humbleness applied to multiple angles in order to be a receiver.

Because it takes humbleness to be vulnerable, to be truthful with oneself, and to consciously place oneself in the position of willingness to wait for another to move.

Rocks and Roses

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Fri, 01 Apr 2022 10:44:00 +0000

When you meet someone carrying a basket of rocks, would you ask them to give you a rose? Of course not. You ask the person carrying a basket of roses to give you a rose. Why are you expecting roses from people carrying rocks?

People will only ever be capable of relating with you, seeing you, and giving to you; in the exact same ways they relate with, see, and give to, themselves.

Now imagine a person living in the paradise of the Swiss Alps. They live in a cottage on a sloping meadow, beside a flowing brook, alongside lambs and alpine rose gardens. They are within paradise and paradise is within them; do you think such a person would have the time and interest to see the worst in you, shame you and find all the bad in you?

What we carry within ourselves and see within ourselves, are exactly the same spaces we will be able to hold open for, and see in, others. We cannot find the gutters when we are in the Alps. We cannot find the Alps when we are in the gutters. We cannot walk in rose gardens when we live under bridges and we cannot see what lurks under the bridges when we walk in rose gardens.

Every person is only capable of relating to others, seeing in others, and finding for others; what they first have been able to embrace in themselves, see in themselves, and find for themselves. A person who has embraced their own shame and found the best in themself will also embrace the shame of others and find the best in others.

Nobody is able to move beautifully in the life of someone else a minute before they are able to move beautifully for themself in their own life. We give what we have. We cannot possibly give what we don't have. It is a very real and simple principle!

When you are mistreated, shamed and looked upon as less than; never for a second should you think that those who do you in these ways are doing so from a loftier place than your own. They are not! As they do to you, they so hold within themselves, they fail to embrace in themselves and they do in fact experience within themselves. Do not feel pain from such people. For how can you expect roses from those who are carrying rocks?

If someone embraces your shame and finds the best in you, that is because what they have been able to do for themself and within themself, they naturally do for others. A person in the Swiss Alps sees gardens. A person living under the bridge sees trash. What a person sees is exactly where a person is at.

Those who chastise, shame and ridicule you, are flowing from a place that is theirs and theirs alone. It's not your space, it is never about you. Those who carry baskets of rocks will throw rocks while those who carry baskets of roses will plant and give roses.

I can carry paradise within me, I can carry the Swiss Alps within me, along with all its alpine roses. I can be the garden of Eden. Thus, I have set myself free from the burdens of others' perceptions; it is compassion which sets me free, for I can only feel compassion for those living under bridges. How can I feel for them anything other than this?

We Need To Change

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Fri, 01 Apr 2022 08:21:00 +0000

Shame is an immensely popular tool in our world today. Shame is a tool used by people to control, manipulate and exploit others. The problem is not that shame exists; rather, the problem is that we share a world with people who, when given the chance, will in fact try to control, manipulate and exploit other human beings with any tool they can find.

People wield shame as a tool of influence, pointing it at others; when in reality, it is they who wield shame as a tool who in fact deserve to feel ashamed!

It is not shameful to be weak, to make mistakes, to be compromised. Why should anyone be ashamed of the elements involved in a truly raw and real human experience? Every human being on this planet has been weak, has made mistakes, and has been compromised. These are elements of what it means to be human.

But to exploit, manipulate, control and coerce another human being? These are all legitimate causes for shame to rot your life. The desire to see someone shamed is shameful.

You may think you can outwit shame but the truth is that she is a worldly, wealthy woman who will sell out those who use her. She will sell you out to the highest bidder, turn you into livestock, into cattle. Freshly ground meat. You cannot use shame without being cut wide open. She simply will not allow it.

Shame is a lonely girl and when you befriend her, she will reward you with riches. She is a gatekeeper. Your life begins on the other side of shame. She'll provide you with a boat filled with barrels of gold bars if only you choose to be brave enough to sail the river to the other side.

But if you use her? Now that's a different story. Use shame against others to your own benefit and I can assure you, she will cut you open and leave your guts on the chopping board at the public market.

Who Got An Ox?

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Sun, 27 Mar 2022 03:25:00 +0000

Good morning, wonderfuls! Are you ready for some sizzling hot knowledge served on a plate of boiling hot iron?♨️♨️♨️ In order to better digest this meal, I strongly suggest participating in the previous lesson that came before this one. You'll thank me for it later. Now, are you ready?

Most of my life, I have been terrified. My friends have told me, its like I'm an ox; "how do you always keep on going?" My friends come to me for a shoulder to lean on, as if I'm some kind of strong person. The truth is, most of my life, my knees have been shaking and my voice has been trembling.

None of us come into this world knowing what's going to happen to us, we don't get a pamphlet, we don't have instructions. But the best skill that any of us can ever develop is the skill of reinvention.

Resetting, rebuilding, reinventing, restarting. We can't just hold onto the tools we were born with; we have to in fact take the tools provided to us by life's experiences and reinvent ourselves as we go along.

Yes, it takes courage to believe in oneself. But what else are you going to do? Believe in ourselves we must. Because this life is a gift and there's a whole lot of living that needs to be had! Are you going to live or are you just going to stand there?

It's also really about the readiness and humbleness to accept the feeling of shame, and realise that, just like any other emotion, shame is temporary. Shame is not the end.

But if you cannot move through shame because of pride? That's the end. Your life really stops there. On the other side of shame, your life jumps up and down, calling out your name! Your life starts on the other side of shame.

Failure does not actually exist, it is not a real thing. Failure is a metric of concept implemented into our brains so we are driven to fuel a system that is set in place. You may always change course, you may always reinvent the narrative, you may always replace the rules. You may always get up again after a fall. It's not failure; it's physics!

If you get divorced that means you now have an opportunity to take what you've learned and turn into a new direction. If you get fired that means you now have an opportunity to hit restart someplace new. Shame will reward you for learning how to walk alongside her.

When you think about it, shame is a lonely girl; nobody wants to be seen with her. But she's actually crazy rich and if you learn how to sit at the lunch table with her, she'll give you all the treasures you need to make it on your new journey.

In my life I have kept on going with a trembling voice and weak knees. They call me an ox, they think I'm strong; but really, I am simply the friend of shame and she smiles upon me ever so graciously.

Queen Elizabeth the Firsts are Rare

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Mon, 21 Mar 2022 05:20:00 +0000

Okay, wonderfuls, it's another beautiful day with another beautiful lesson from the 9th Dimension served up nice and warm for you. 🤲🫀

Giving all my secrets away because the world is apocalypsing and collecting into a new form and this is now the time. ⌛

In order to digest this effectively, I would advise reading the previous article. Kindly read that first then come back to this one. You'll be thankful that you did!

📝Something to keep in mind as a footnote while reading this lesson: "being" a Pawn is entirely unrelated to "moving" as a Pawn. Bear this in mind, please.📝

If you are keen enough, you'll be able to spot in this lesson the denouncing of a certain global leader who is placed in a favourable limelight right now. Though, that's not the purpose for this lesson, you'll be able to spot the reference nonetheless if you're keen enough.

Time moves so fast now and the lessons and tools are coming at you every day now, whheewww, I'm exhausted. 😅😅😅

Let us commence :

The Queen of a chessboard is the most powerful piece in terms of moves and also value. Nevertheless, she may still move as a Pawn moves. The Pawn is a chessman of least worth in terms of moves and also value. Nevertheless, a Pawn may take out the Queen with the right moves.

Most people would say the Queen dominates the board with much pomp. But this is how I see it; of all the pieces, the Queen is solely unafraid to be seen as less-than. She is not afraid to make Pawn moves. She does not limit herself to the confines of the absence of shame. She is not limited by the fear of shame. She is not limited by pride.

Pride is when you're the Queen and you wouldn't be caught dead in the position of a Pawn. But that's not how the Queen moves the chessboard, that is not how she wins the game. She wins the game by not entertaining blinding pride, which is, the fear of the experience of shame.

I learned all my lessons by observing Queen Elizabeth the First. She was arguably the greatest leader following the Pharaohs of Egypt. She heralded England's Golden Age, a remarkable era of progress and flourishing in British history unparalleled unto this day.

Queen Elizabeth the First never underestimated anyone. She never pomped about like a lion; rather, she was similar to a serpent. The lion is easily removed because it thinks nothing can hurt it. It trusts the favours of both God and man to smile upon it endlessly. The serpent, however, is well aware that, at any moment, someone may step on its head. As a result, it moves and acts accordingly.

It is far more likely that a lion be killed by a snake than it is for a snake to be trampled by a lion. A serpent is not afraid to take humble positions and to be seen as less-than. The serpent values life over honour. The serpent values survival over accolades. The serpent is not afraid of the existence of shame. In the end, the serpent lives and flourishes.

Queen Elizabeth the First was never afraid to behave in ways that seemed unworthy of her titles. She was not one to shy away from appealing to the good nature in others, or appealing to the friendship or mercy of others, even those of lesser ranking than herself. She was well aware that Queens could be taken out by Pawns. Though a Queen, she, too, had mastered Pawn moves. Not only Pawn moves; but also, Rook, Bishop, and King moves.

Blinding pride, or, the fear of the experience of shame, has slaughtered women and children; old man and young man; in wars and battles since the birth of civilization! How much blood would have been saved if every leader we have ever known, simply knew how to let go of nickels and dimes in favour of survival and life! If lions could behave as serpents, how many children would be saved?

If, upon meeting me, you feel that I am different; it is because I am. Queen Elizabeth the Firsts are rare creatures. You won't find me living by the usual confines of deceptive value systems and worthless honour. A Queen must be able to move as a Pawn in order to lead a kingdom and that is something only a real Queen can do.

Look In The Mirror

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Fri, 18 Mar 2022 03:16:00 +0000

It's very interesting. There are two kinds of people: the kind that looks out over the panorama of life and sees all that they need to become and that needs to be done; then, there's the other kind of person, who, when looking out over the panorama of life, decides that becoming and doing are not nearly as important as other people looking at them and thinking that they have become and done.

What this means, is that, there are people in this world who have decided that manipulating the minds of those around them into holding certain opinions about them, is far easier than actually being the person they wish to be seen as.

"Why bother with actually being faithful, if I can just make everyone around me think that I am?"; "Why bother living graciously if I can simply cause those around me to think that I am gracious?"; "Why go through the trouble of being transparent when it's easier to manipulate people's opinions of me into thinking I am transparent and honest?"

For some people, manipulation is the easier and more effective route: living for the eyes of others instead of for their own pair of eyes looking back at them in the mirror. Why bother with the cumbersome task of finding true love when you can make other people think you've found it? Why stress over being happy in a relationship when it's way too easy to just make other people think it's a happy relationship?

Then there's the other kind of person living directly out of their heart: what you see is what you get! To live from the heart, to become and to mould, to relinquish and to sail, to love madly and to let go truly. A life worth breathing for! A life seen in one's own reflection in their own mirror. Whether in heartache or in happiness; all is transparent! This is the life void of shame.

It's ironic. Because they say that we are put to shame when others see us as less favourable. Au contraire! The inability to live transparently and from the heart is the result of shame. You are already ashamed, born into this world ashamed, afraid of not living to the expectations of others. And if you're not careful, you're going to die that way too! Dying as someone who never became, never did, never felt, never really lived.

The Real Mission

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Thu, 17 Mar 2022 10:50:00 +0000

As a child, every minute was pure magic. I saw all things bathed in a golden wash of stars. Curtains weren't curtains; they were sails on ships! Aisles of clothes weren't just aisles of clothes; they were offices for editors-in-chief at fashion houses in NYC! My aunt wasn't just my aunt; she was definitely a divine, radiating angel from a marble castle on another planet! Everything in front of my eyes passed through me and became something else: something painted in golden stars.

People around me saw this, and unto today, they still tell me about how they experienced me in their lives as children. But most people were there for the stars that rolled over me and gathered at my feet. I'm not sure who was there for actually me and not just for my magic. As a result, I bonded more closely with animals than with people. I was sure that animals were there for actually me.

For the longest time, I think I despised most people for their penchant of taking. For taking the best, shiniest bits and pieces of my spirit. And I felt that I had many gifts, coupled with the burning desire to share them with others. But people don't stop to say, "thank you", you know? They don't. And they don't stay.

But it was a magical childhood, it really was. I wrote plays and acted in them. I climbed up on rooftops and picked fruit from the tops of churches! I fell through rotten rooves and napped on branches. I carried stars inside of me and then I let them shoot out!

Oh, most of the people around me were selfish bimbos. But in the long run it didn't matter because I breathed the air of my own spirit, I didn't breathe the same air as them. I thought that I ached because I wanted love in exchange for magic; but now I know, that I ached because I didn't know I had all the tools for me to love my own self! I wanted to give my gifts, be a gift for others, when I didn't know that my real mission was being the gift to myself.

You Are My Religion

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Thu, 17 Mar 2022 10:39:00 +0000

What is religion? Is it the belonging to a certain group of people? The allegiance to a particular God? Is it the dutiful care of sermons, holy books and parables? These are only vanities.

If my friend, who is of a different religion, invites me to their ceremonial gathering place; is it religious of me to decline their invitation? Or would it be religious of me to sit in that church with my friend, providing them with the closeness of my friendship and good company?

Is religion a division between people? Or is religion a friendship between those who are not alike? What is the great value of friendship between people who are alike? Of course you are to be friends when you are in fact alike. That is not rare. But the value of friendship with those who are unlike you is much greater! This is the rare gem.

Am I to refuse food offered to me from the table of somebody else's church, in order to appease my own god? Or is my religion found in the breaking of bread and the sharing of wine glass between us friends of good intentions?

To love my friends is my religion. To experience God through the eyes of many other people, is my religion. To treat their holy homes and sacred spaces as I would treat my own, is my religion. My religion is an embrace, a shared meal. This is my religion.

What's Really Going On

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Thu, 17 Mar 2022 10:32:00 +0000

We think the magic of childhood is something we'll never get to experience again, we see childhood as a transient stage. We think that we're children only once.

But let me tell you, that's a lie. It's a lie that we need to be told so our deadlines can be met and our cities can be built. So we can take care of laws and wars. We need that lie for this world to work the way they want it to work.

The truth is, we're always children! It's not a stage. It's who we really are. We just grow bigger, that's all. And when you're bigger, you're supposed to do all those things like mathematics and marriage.

We are always inside of our childhoods, we never really leave that place. Time goes by and we start paying bills and stop believing in people. And we act like we can take it.

Nobody's not a kid anymore. We wear different costumes now and we struggle with different monsters. But it's all still costumes and it's all still monsters under our beds.

Don't you see? Nothing really changes and if we could see ourselves from the outside looking in, we'd see children; inhabiting their childhoods; with closets full of bigger costumes and bigger monster-homing beds.

Nickels and Dimes

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Thu, 17 Mar 2022 06:37:00 +0000

Imagine having first class seats on your favourite airline that's about to take off to your whole new life in another country. Now imagine getting off that flight because you realise that the lady who sold you a box of juice in the airport has short-changed you a few nickels and dimes.

You get off the airplane, go back to the juice lady, and demand your nickels and dimes be given to you in fair amounts. But wait, there's confusion over which juice you actually ordered. Instead of letting this one go, and getting back to your first class flight that's about to take off, you actually opt to stay there at the juice vending corner to sort out the juice box mess!

This is what I call, "nickel and dime energy". Nickel and dime energy is a case of blinding pride. Nickel and dime energy will really have you leaving first class seats on airplanes ten minutes before takeoff because you were short-changed by a juice box vendor.

How does nickel and dime energy manifest in your life? It manifests in the times that you hold onto juice boxes because your pride won't let you take a few less coins than what you believe you rightly deserve. That looks like giving up happiness to save face for a handful of aunties with expectations.

That looks like giving up happiness to save face for a community that has held you to a few expectations. That looks like giving up the rest of your life, to fulfill a story you once promised yourself was for you. Digging your feet in at the juice stand to get your nickels and dimes because that's where your blinding pride has gotten you.

Meanwhile, your first class flight just took off to the rest of your whole life! And all your luggage was on it too. What's luggage? Luggage is your heart, your joy, your meaning. Your soul. In the end, you're standing there with your nickels and dimes, and you sure showed that juice box lady she couldn't mess with you! You're quite the hero of your own life, aren't you?

I have seen nickel and dime energy in action too much during my time on Earth, thus far. It breaks my heart when I attend funerals of people whom I know chose to stand their ground at the juice box corner in order to avoid shame. They spent their entire life that way. They died that way. I know because I was aware of how miserable they were, they told me.

Shame is just another negative emotion that for some reason, the human mind interprets as a cataclysm. In reality, the only way it becomes a cataclysm, is because of its ability to inhibit you from moving upward and on. Shame is like a dark mist decending over a field of flowers. Your mind tells you that within that mist, must lurk a hundred different monsters.

So, you decide never to walk through the misty field. But let me tell you, that the monsters in the mist do not exist. And if you choose to walk through that field, you WILL get to the other side. But if you don't? If you're too blinded by pride to allow yourself the feeling of shame? Then believe me, you will never get to the other side and you will in fact die and be buried on account of imaginary monsters. You will be buried in the ground clutching nickels and dimes.

Is this the story of your life? Is this the legacy you want to leave behind? Are you really going to stop living your life on account of the juice box ladies of your life? And sometimes, you are your own juice box lady! The shame exists in your own mirror! Standards you held yourself up to that you believe need to be kept. Listen to me: never be afraid of being seen as less-than. But always be afraid of being a dead body in the coffin, clutching nickels and dimes.

The Courage To Receive

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Thu, 17 Mar 2022 06:29:00 +0000

For a very long time, during my earlier years, I felt that being desired was the most valuable aspect in attraction and romantic relationships. I spotted value in the feeling of someone else being desirous of me.

But now I know that far greater in value is the capability to give, the willingness to give, the ability to give. Predators desire their prey but is that of any value to the prey? Of course not. It is, in fact, the prey's downfall to be desired.

Someone wanting to give to you, wanting to add more to your life, wanting to put more into your basket, wanting to make more space within themselves for you: this is value. This is what's valuable, this is where it's at!

Someone desirous of you can consume you, eat you alive, feed on you, until you're half dead and the only thing keeping you alive is the longing to continue feeling desired by that person. It's the dark path of attraction, the cold cellar of a relationship.

Run away from that. Be brave enough to question if and what another person is able to give to you and how much they want to give it. Be brave enough to consider that you might be worth everything someone wants to give you, and then even more!

I Think I Just Explained Love

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Fri, 11 Mar 2022 11:39:00 +0000

We all live on this same planet, but let me tell you, that no two people are looking at the same world. No two realities are identical. Every person sees a world based upon that person's own character, mind, personality, childhood, history, memories, brain chemistry, blood type, so on and so forth.

I have learned that it's best to keep this in mind when meeting anyone at all. We may all look like the same species on the outside; but no two people see the same exact world! We experience moments based upon a million factors that are unique to our own biology and psyche.

Inhabiting the same exact moment, two people could be experiencing entirely unrelated feelings and thoughts. If we could only keep this in mind at all times, our ability to think on our feet and to move our souls accordingly, would take herculian leaps!

But look, this is where love becomes very interesting: we suddenly feel so seen and so heard, when another person stands with us in a moment and shares an experience identical to ours, or at least very similar to ours, and it is in that fusing of "channels" into one frequency, that we have found the word "love" to describe it.

We lose love when the frequencies diverge again. Then we come up with so many reasons of what "love really means" in order to help us stay together. But the truth is, we are all electrical beings, pulsing with soundwaves and photons; all of our interactions and everything that drives us; all of that is determined by frequencies and charges.

We would all like to ultimately meet someone whose electrical currents fuse permanently and seemlessly with our own. Some do find it, while others never will. For whatever reasons they fabricate or that were frabricated for them; some never will.

It is in the shared vision of what is in front of us, around us, between us and within us, that we find what it means to belong. And that is why heartbreak is unbearable; because heartbreak is actually a fuse that's been cut. Where do you connect to now? Where do you ground now? Who will look out over the streets with you now and light the roads with the same luminousity?

And this is why we look for someone. And that is what loneliness means. Loneliness is just the desire to validate one's information on this world we all inhabit! If nobody else is inhabiting the same moment with you, how do you know that anything you touch and feel is even real? But what's real becomes real only when someone else experiences it with us and like us.

The desire to be loved is actually just the desire to confirm our existence. To be able to say, "Yes, I am here, I am really here, and this rock flinging itself in a dark space, around a star, is real. I am in fact alive." Love is the confirmation of life and that's the only reason it exists.

Too many of us fail to find this, so we make up all these other reasons instead."Love to fit in" ; "love because it's time to"; "love because it makes sense"; "love because you're supposed to". It all falls short of what all of us know in our hearts to be true love. The confirmation of our existence, the confirmation of our souls.

Crucifixions and Coronations

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Wed, 02 Mar 2022 07:06:00 +0000

People don't want the truth. People just want something to stand for. When people have something to stand for, it becomes irrelevant to them if it's the truth or not.

People want a hero, a villain, a plot, and a role. And they want their role to be either the hero or the hero's supporter. Their existence can become consumed by this longing. The quest is not for truth; the quest is for a sense of purpose.

This state of human nature is often skillfully and effectively manipulated. Feed people a constant hero-villain-plot-role loop and you can get them to turn towards any direction you wish. So long as you are able to tease and satiate this appetite.

If you're not careful, you could just go on like this for the rest of your life; waiting for the next cycle, the next person to hate, the next person to crown, the next role to play...until one day you're just dead.

The longing for purpose and for the validity of personal virtue, are normal experiences of being human. At the same time, this leaves you vulnerable to manipulations, until the next thing you know, you're just a nut and bolt on a machine fashioned to churn for the whims of a few.

Throughout our entire history as a species, we can see that we have paved the way, repeatedly, for crucifixions and coronations. We don't actually try to ask ourselves, if maybe the clown is getting the crown and the king is getting the cross.

What Is Emotional Unavailability?

noreply@blogger.com (C. JoyBell C.) — Tue, 25 Jan 2022 14:37:00 +0000

There is a lot of talk about "emotional unavailability" and while I do acknowledge that some people are simply emotionally unavailable; I also think that everyone does need to ask themselves, "Why do I expect other people's emotions to be available to me?"

We tend to have this unspoken belief that the emotions of another person should be an open, eat-all-you-can buffet we are entitled to have access to. But I don't even know how we got here! This is unhealthy, to say the least.

It is unhealthy and it is unnatural. Before another person's emotions become available to you, that person needs to establish what your place in their life might be. The nature of the relationship needs to first be identified. Your standing in their life needs to first be determined.

It is unnatural to expect emotional availability from another person before the nature of the relationship or friendship has been established. Why should anyone be available to you before they've determined your value in their lives, and vice versa? A person who wants to immediately be available to that degree is probably someone not stable enough to be sustainable with in the long run.

Emotional availability is a developed act of nature; it's not something you can force in order to feel like you actually have the security of that relationship; no matter what type of relationship that may be (platonic or romantic). Sometimes it develops very fast, other times slowly, and other times, it never develops at all (regardless of time), because you're just not compatible.

Incompatibility is a real thing. And it can come across as disrespectful to overlook that. It's respectful to identify the ways you're incompatible and not force beyond those boundaries. Let the person be the way they are and vice versa. However, with a different person, it might just click from day one and feel like you've know each other forever. But when it's not that, it's just not that.

We all need to stop expecting other people's availability to meet us where we want to be met just because we want to be met there. Everyone needs to establish another person's place in their life, so they may then proceed accordingly. It's never okay to expect a jump to the parts that feel good if it's not actually mutually happening for everyone involved.

People can sense when you want a friendship or a relationship because you want it to fill up your needs, vs. when you've met a person you actually want to get to know because you feel like it may be compatible for the both of you. There is a big difference there! We all need to desire to live organically from the heart, as opposed to setting up bucketlists of what we need from people.