What the heck does that title even mean?
Hey everyone, it’s me…HA! your bestest over-thinking friend.
Addictions are showing themselves in every way, everyday. From the Macro to the Micro. It’s everywhere, like white cat hairs, sticking to everyone no matter how often we sticky tape roll them away. I’m thinking about my own transformation…and how much of it is a process of overcoming various addictions. It’s really deep stuff and it’s really cracking me open in a different way. It’s interesting to observe these truths that surface, floating like balloons up to the surface of my mind. No panic feelings just clarity. Maybe working on these things will help the whole world with it’s addictions too. Just another butterfly flapping in the tropics of my mind causing hurricanes on distant shores.
Illusions: Yup that’s a hot potato, eh? I am awake. I am awake. I am awake and I live in a world where the great hoax of the day is…we are free and we have a voice/choice. HRC is gonna skip-to-the-lou onward to the Presidential podium. Drumph the Trump is more embarrassing than I can bear, honestly. The guy I thought was the shit…Mr. Sanders, wasn’t allowed to be my man and my vote didn’t count. More black men have been killed this week by white cops. Religious terrorists killed hundreds this last weekend. Our food supply is wack. Our water supply is wack. Our education system is wack. Our environment is being destroyed in the name of oil addiction. It’s all screwy-louie and it’s scary and it’s sad. It’s also waking us all up to the real way things work…which will only serve to inspire….
Free thinking is now classified a “mental illness”. I admit, according to that definition… I’m bat-shit crazy. Revolution is coming. Restoration of humanity and the end of slavery worldwide, is coming. I may not live to see it. My children will. I understand that my work at this moment isn’t about changing the world at large, it’s about being accountable with the life I have been given charge of…my own. I vote with my dollar. I speak truth, knowing it is only my own. I teach, knowing humans can only connect from shared platforms of perception…otherwise it’s disjointed and messy. I LOVE. I love first. I try to filter through love first. I was not always this way. I was not always brave enough. I still struggle sometimes with the part of love that speaks truth, that stands up, that takes up space without apology, that is also loving of the self it blooms from. That to me…that alone, learning to love…is The full Monty on Rebellion. Love..good and properly applied…is the rebellion. I want you to know…that now, I can love you, honestly and without fear or need for you to do anything to make it happen. I just love you for existing, thank you for existing.
That’s my idea of rebellion. Being true. Being that I AM that I AM.
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