Employed by the Universe
Time to come In
When you Know, you no
“We’re teaching women to internalize men mistreating them as a flaw of their own character, rather than the flaw in his.”
Phew. If that’s not as painfully real as possible. So much of a woman’s inadequate sense of self-worth stems from her having sought validation in a man-made world, and not finding it. The fundamental fault there lies in the fact that she’s seeking validation anywhere but inward, of course, but then to be invalidated, mistreated, and made feel inferior, and it’s absolutely detrimental to that one’s self worth. Welcome to the women of the 21st century.
The fact of the matter is that women haven’t even begun to be applied towards their highest good or potential. We’re the ADD kids of the world, conditioned to alter who we are and what we look like to appease the world around us. Our inherent, immaculate capacities: intuition, healing, nurturing, being kind and gentle (to name a few), all frowned upon and mocked. Made seem crazy or weak. Our role in this world is abysmal as compared to what it ought to be, which, to me, is clearly reflected in the world around us.
This world needs its women back, desperately. The idea behind women empowerment is not at all to diminish the importance of the man, but rather to encourage the idea that women have an equal and opposite and just-as-necessary importance. Different, of course, but not in any way less than or weaker. On quite the contrary, in fact, you have to be strong as hell to feel deeply in a world that’s trashed its feelings. I am forever cleansing and clearing and shedding the feelings of others that glob on to me as a healer, a feeler. Carrying the burdens of the world on my shoulders. Now tell me that’s not strength. To feel is strength. To emote (appropriately and within reason) is strength. To love and bare your Soul and to heal and care deeply, that’s fuckin’ strength.
Women are the Source and backbone of this land. The heartbeat of humanity. Let’s give that a little more credit, maybe?
With Love, Solé
Winds of Change
The division between those who live consciously and those who don’t is starting to magnify. The Trump vs. Sanders comparison is one small facet of life in which the divide is pretty accurately depicted. An arena which is shining a light exposing the spectrum of consciousness.
You’ve got the Trump’ers, the cavemen of human consciousness. Perpetuating sameness, monetary dictatorship, and an unloving and unrighteous mentality; those who are making the conscious decision to remain in denial of the fact that our current structures are failing us, miserably. The sleepwalkers of the world.
And then you have the Bernie’s, those on the forefront of change and who are willing to rock the boat. Unapologetically done with the bullshit and are no longer tiptoeing around. On the leading edge of thought, advancing humanity towards a new and evolved world order. The light-workers of the world.
American politics are only one very small fragment of the larger picture, of course, but the clear distinction between the two front-runners of America The Great, I feel, says a lot about humanity as a whole.
And all that to say, and in my humble opinion, thank Goodness for the light-workers. Those of us who have deemed ourselves change-makers and are widening and expanding consciousness in the direction of love, empathy, and inclusiveness. The artists of human life, adding new colors and textures to an otherwise bland and starving landscape. Without us, the world would collapse in on itself. We are the Yin to the over-saturation of Yang. And it’s going to take every single one of us, each and every light-worker in each and every facet of human life, from the McDonald’s workers to the LGBTQ’s to the environmentalists to the entertainers to the mother’s and father’s and crazy uncles, co-creating for and with the larger theme of ‘how do we accommodate the greatest good and cultivate the highest potential for human evolution’. Bursting open new avenues of human existence in our attempt to save us from ourselves.
The light-workers. Those of us who are finally and fearlessly saying no to outdated ideals and lifestyles, because we have found our connection to the bigger Yes that is aflame inside. A Yes to aliveness and expansion. A Yes to connection. A Yes to saving our planet and its people. A Yes that we are all One and are eternally connected. The trees and the plants and the clouds and the rain and the people who are brown and the people who are yellow and whatever shade in between. Those of us founded upon the fundamental understanding that we are all on the same platform and that we must hold hands in our march towards the preservation of humanity and this beautiful planet we call home. We have no choice but to close the eyes that divide and open the Eye that sees us all as we actually are: family. One. Extensions and reflections of one another. Separately, together.
We are, for all intents and purposes, unstoppable. Just as sure as the rain is wet and the mountains will stand and the ocean will wave, we are rooted and ready to raise the average of the human vibration; to represent the winds of change.
Yuna – Remember my name.
With Love, Solé
Every situation that exists in your life is an on-going story which has the inherent capacity to switch directions at any moment, especially those that involve other people. Nothing ever stands still and nothing ever ends. Even after one’s death, the impact one has on others or the unique color they’ve added to the world lives on. At any time, a situation, relationship, job, etc. can come to an end, and it will be exactly that ending which sparks a new beginning, thus evolving its existence into new form.
Every person we encounter, every vibe we emit, and every thought we think has an effect on ourselves and the world at large. We are forever weaving ourselves into the larger tapestry of humanity, and in no way, shape, or form can we avoid being a key player in the evolution of the human species. Even babies who are born for only a few fleeting moments, including those who are not born at all, still have an impact on the bigger picture. Their seemingly futile existence will still leave an ever-lasting imprint on the parents or family members who are, in one way or another, impacted by their having come to be.
The truth is, we’re all here, having an impact, making waves, and emitting a frequency which will forever leave a mark on this planet and its people. We’re here to expand consciousness in the direction of our unique hopes and dreams. Along the way, we entwine ourselves into the story lines of others, sometimes adding bands of gold or flashes of light to a landscape that would have been otherwise bland or insignificant. That gold or light can come in the form of a smile, an act of kindness, or a lifelong love affair. Brevity, therefore, does not necessarily determine longevity. To a man who is shunned by his family and society, a single smile from a passerby can have a lasting impact.
All that to say, we mustn’t downplay the effect we have on one another. We’re all constantly co-creating life as we know it, threading ourselves into the lives of others and leaving our mark with every thought, word, and action. To say that one person is not enough to change the world is a horribly debilitating misconception, because every one person that exists is changing the world, whether they realize it or not. The question is, are you changing it consciously and to the best of your ability, living a life of love and aliveness, and manifesting those things into your environment? Or are you a victim to the life you lead, begrudgingly trekking into the paths of others, leaving scowls and scuff-marks along the way.
With every passing moment, you are creating your reality and are partaking in the realities of those around you. When you choose to be happy, when you choose love, you not only light up your world from the inside out, but that brilliance then saturates the entirety of the field of energy you occupy, brightening your surrounding environment and therefore, the world at large. If we all stood a little taller and shown a little brighter, the world would be a much more luminous and whimsical place.
What the world needs is for you to be you. Soul out.
With Love, Solé
Here to Help
Escaping the bucket
Life is so interesting. So extra-ordinary and congruent (not sure why that, but sure), enchanting. We spend so much of our lives seeking importance in the world out there that we forget to look in the one place that importance actually resides: within. Real power is authentic power. It’s finding oneself outside of the bucket, ahead of the curve, above and beyond the human dilemma. Creating your own lane and cruisin’.
I was talking to Bernard about that last night, about having escaped. About how the real struggle is having freed oneself from the bucket of crabs, all the while having to still co-exist within the bucket (from above), because you still have to be human when you’re human, even when it feels like you’re not. Even when you’ve overstood the basic-ness of the human being, the trivial-ness of this little existence. Even once you come to realize that the real real is so much grander and greater than this and there’s no adequate way of embodying that… yet.
It’s as if your only options from above the bucket are to wear a sign that says, “Woke,” which will be mostly confusing to the average Sally Boo-Boo, or you just say fuck this noise, throw the papers in the air (that’s what humans do, right?), and run off to a foriegn place to live off the land. You escape. Far, far away. And because neither of those options are exactly plausible, you float around the human realm while your Soul mostly pouts and your mind is in a constant state of, “You want me to care about, what?! The color of the bottom of my shoe? The name on the inside of my tag? How well I can paint and color in my face so that I can trick people into thinking I look like someone else? Is this real life? Is this thing on?”
How silly. All of it. So silly. And once you find yourself above and beyond the silliness, be prepared to be alone. Dolo is the name of the game when you’re cruising the coastline of “normalcy”. Which is not to say that there aren’t others who, too, have escaped, as Bernard so Divinely reminds me, but that is to say that those who are also cruisin’ the coastline are few and far between. Ships passing in the open sea.
It’s totally worth it, of course. Worth the solitude and the feeling like an alien-ness and the side-eyes from the models poppin’ bottles. An ‘if you only knew’ smirk from me, in my sweatshirt, yoga pants, and 13-year-old girl make-up skills. If you only fuckin’ knew.
With Love, Solé
What if we had “scientific evidence” to prove that every hardship we encounter is the pulling back of the slingshot to propel you in the direction of amazingness? Surely, it’d be scientifically worded like that, too. But in all seriousness, what if? What if we knew with absolute certainty that was the case? That on the other side of difficulty, which is always short-lived, (and even more-so based on how long you allow it to pervade your life and how fluidly you move through it) is a better you, a better circumstance, and a better life. That might change a few things, right? We might even look forward to difficulty, welcome challenges with open arms.
That, I would say, is one thing this whimsical journey has shown me over and over again. In fact, it is in the times of uncertainty, hardship, and chaos that the Soul is propelled along the journey of its own evolution the most, that the most progress is made. It’s the tests that reap the greatest reward.
Here’s a perfect example. My sister was riding her bike, and while sitting at a green light, waiting for oncoming traffic to pass so that she could turn left, she gets rear-ended. She projectiles forward into the street, her bike is accordion-ed, and most of her belongings, which were in a basket attached to the back of her bike, are scattered about the road. Best-case-scenario style, she suffers only a bum elbow, a stolen wallet (who the hell steals the wallet of a woman who was just hit by a car?!), and a few gnarly scrapes and bruises. Fast forward a month and some change, her health is restored, she’s $2,000 richer, she has a brand-new bike to replace her not-so-brand-new bike she had gotten for free from a friend, and something in her has shifted, for the better. She’s calmer and more aware. Her empathy is heightened (she felt horribly bad for the guy who hit her and even for the dick who stole her wallet!), and she’s a little bit more grateful to simply be alive.
Now, if that’s not scientific proof, I don’t know what is. And in only a month’s time! A horrifying experience which shook her to the core, literally, has ended up bettering her as a person, improving her life circumstance (more money and a cool new bike), and ameliorating her life as a whole (there’s no deeper gratitude than that of simply being thankful to be alive).
There are the “good” phases of life, where it’s smooth sailing and life is easy, with a don’t get much better than this-type vibe, and then there are the setting up for personal evolution phases that we love to call “bad” and avoid at all costs. The more you run and hide and avoid and evade, the more “difficult” it becomes. The more you surrender to what is, allow the situation to unfold as it will, and trust that not only this too shall pass, but that there is a greater version of you on the other side, what you will often find is the “bad” is never THAT bad, that you’ve come to know a lot about yourself and the people in your corner and your ability to endure in times of trouble, and that the moments of life’s brilliance are made that much sweeter by the times that feel not-so-brilliant.
Keep going, my beautiful friends. If you do nothing else, just keep going. “Tough times don’t last, tough people do.” It’s all a part of the Divine unfolding. The bricks that are being laid to lead you towards an even better you.
Love your way through.
With Love, Solé