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Light up

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

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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

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The Feels

We’ve conditioned ourselves to avoid the depths, the feels of life. The uncharted territories of being. So many people hardly even know how to feel, are afraid of the consequences of feeling too deeply, and are concerned about those who do. There must be something wrong when you’re deep into your feelings, as if sadness or nostalgia or depth of emotion were created simply to be avoided. We’ve coincided being emotional with being crazy or depressed, out of control. What’s that you’re feeling? There’s a diagnosis for that.

When you start to allow yourself to really feel, though, everything changes. Ev-er-y-thing. That’s a lot of change. Most people avoid that kind of change at all costs. No way José, I’m perfectly fine up here on the surface. Are you though? Or do you just fear what you don’t know? Something realer, deeper, unknown. Above and below the mind. That’s what gets them every time, having to surrender the mind. The mind has bulldozed the feels and taught itself to avoid them entirely. Out of the mind though, man, that’s the PB&J of life. When shit gets real, quickly. That sweet, sweet solitude; beyond comprehension. There is life beyond comprehension, you know, beyond the limitations of the mind. A lot of it, in fact. Entire dimensions of truth and connectivity that can only be accessed by the being, can only be felt.

If you ask me, at some point or another, we’re going to have to reconvene at the understanding that it’s perfectly human, perfectly “normal” to feel, happiness and sadness alike. And furthermore, to demonstrate those emotions, thoughtfully and within reason. If you’re feeling delight, skip! Squeal. I squeal all the time and I think it’s great. And on the contrary, if you’re having an Eeyore day, cry it out! There’s nothing that does the job quite like a good old-fashioned meltdown, FPS-style (Fetal Position Sob). Emotionally, physically, energetically, mentally, spiritually, a cry cleans all the slates. Contrary to what society will have you know, crying is good for you. It’s healthy and on some level, necessary for a person’s overall well-being.

But nope, if you ask us here strong humans, we’ll have none of that cryin’ stuff. If you’re over the age of 11 and still crying, you’re a pansy, especially if you’re a male. Men don’t cry, ya hear? As if expressing emotions and feelings is somehow a weakness. But how? Why? If we all have the inherent capacity to feel, to express emotion, and if it is that very ability that allows you not only to connect deeply with others and the world around you, but to pour that emotionality out onto the canvas of creative expression, to create art, how could that possibly be demonstrating weakness? On quite the contrary, I say, only the strong emote. Only the strong allow themselves to feel and allow space for those feelings to fluctuate. Only the strong permit themselves to “fall apart” by way of a good, old-fashioned sob, and then pick themselves up and go on about their day. Only the strong feel deeply their own pain and the pain of others, true empath-style, and only the strong find themselves brighter and more resilient on the other side of that pain. There is immeasurable strength in being gentle and delicate, empathetic; the finger-painters of the world.

To numb yourself to the feels is a cop-out, an escape, a way of glossing over having to experience life and live too deeply. I mean, God forbid you have to actually feel what you’re feeling and sit with it and learn from it and let it guide and direct you, because feelings are for pussies and whimps. I mean sure, we all have them, but only the strong really know how to ignore them. How to run and hide from them. How to stuff them. How to find the perfect balance between numbing oneself from them and silencing them with unhealthy coping mechanisms. Yeah. Only the strong drink and smoke and self-medicate their feelings away. Pills and poison for the win, right? Hell to the no.

And I’ve gotta say, I can’t help but side-eye this man-made world for teaching us that that’s how it ought to be, too. That women are “crazy” and overly-emotional for feeling and expressing those feelings and carrying the burdens of the world on their shoulders. Heaven forbid you feel one thing today and another tomorrow, or even worse, one thing this morning and another this afternoon, then you’re certified crazy (not to worry, there’s a prescription for that). Or maybe, just maybe, you’re certified in-tune. In touch. Deeply rooted in the world around you so much so that the world’s pain of this morning and joy of this afternoon are both your pain and your joy. That the world’s feelings are your feelings. Which also just happens to be one of the only ways the Universe has of communicating with and through you, in case you missed that memo. Energy in motion, E-motion.

Feelings are the language of the Soul, the language of the All. Open yourself to new ways of being and feeling and experiencing life, and you’ll be amazed at the way that life begins to unfold more organically in your favor. It gets better the deeper you go.

Don’t be scur’d.

With Love, Solé

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The Unimaginable

What began a few years ago as a quest for happiness, has slowly evolved into an inward motion towards fundamental contentment, a Soul search, if you will. What I’ve come to know is that the happiness and joy we’re all forever seeking hasn’t the slightest bit to do with the scenery, and has everything to do with your means of traveling. Life will be difficult, uncertainties will arise, plans will falter, and the only thing that will matter and remain, when it’s all said and done, is the love you leave behind and the constancy with which you chose to act in the name of the greatest good.

This life, this world, it’s so much larger than we have yet to comprehend, so much more expansive and inclusive than popular culture would have you know. We’re all connected by the fundamental Oneness that can only truly be accessed when you lay down the mind and tune into the being. Meditation will get you there and mindfulness will keep you humble and practicing in your day to day endeavors. The deeper you go, the more you come to realize the ineffable nature of the human being and the potential that exists for life to be so, so much better than what we now know.

Believe in the unimaginable, and with every breath, with every heart beat, you will create it.

With Love, Solé

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Good Energy

“Your energy lights up the room,” says the coffee shop guy just now. And I would hope so, because I’ve put so much time and effort into feeling good from the inside out that I have essentially made it my career. I mean I am, after all, a Healer.

My aliveness brings those around me to life. I love that so, so much. In no way is it because I am the most beautiful woman on earth, I’m certainly no Beyoncé, but I’m me and I’m feelin’ good. I have fine-tuned the hum of my vibration and carved my way into the highly-acclaimed good energy field. We all exude it, energy, and are forever contributing to the energy of the space we occupy (and well beyond), but the question is, are you aware of your presence or is it simply a byproduct of your mind-made reality show.

The deal is, this world needs its feel-good back. We’ve been so conditioned to be like *insert name of most famous celebrity* that we stifle and starve our own unique goodness in our pursuit to be like someone else. We spend so much time altering and falsifying our external appearance with makeup, cool clothes, expensive sunglasses, diamond earrings, money, houses, cars, etc, that all of those things only end up ornamenting an otherwise bland and barren tree. Not to mention the fact that none of which bring any sort of sustainable happiness.

Happiness is a vibe. Period. Sure, it can be externally ignited by things like winning the lottery, buying a BMW, or falling in love, but none of those things sustain a high vibe, a happy foundation. They’re simply the first hit of an otherwise dismal drug. Also known as Externalism. Except that I may have just made that up. If I were to define it, it would be the false belief that factors that exist outside of oneself can serve as the vehicle towards sustainable happiness. No sir. Not the case. “I wish everyone could become rich and famous and could have everything they ever dreamed of so they know it’s not the answer.” Exactly, Jim Carey, exactly.

The answer is within. And by that I mean the being, beyond the mind and into the feel. And the magic carpet is meditation. Meditation is the game-changer. I hate ever saying that there is only one way to get anywhere or do anything, but meditation truly is the most promising, enjoyable, accessible method to controlling one’s mind, and diving into the depths of the feel-good. Believe me, I’ve searched high and low for answers and it always comes back to meditation, every single time. Chanting is wonderful. Eating a plant-based diet has served me well. Drinking lots of water and getting lots of sleep and treating yourself as a commodity are great and important. But meditation? Meditation should rule the nation. Meditation over everything. I’d much rather be broke with a Nika-vibe, than be filthy rich Nicki Minaj, any lifetime. Being the head Barbie in charge sounds … painful.

And Barbie, really? Of all dolls you choose Barbie to model after? Not Polly Pocket, not a Cabbage patch kid, not even Sailor Moon? Barbie! Barbie and all of her false components. In no way, shape, or form is Barbie real, and in no way can one try and mold herself to become Barbie that isn’t going to be mostly detrimental to her Soulfulness. Barbie is exactly what’s wrong with the world, in my book.

Damn, I’m angry at Barbie. Who knew. But really though, there is no celebrity, doll, parent, friend, therapist, Astrologer, or psychic who is going to be able to assist you in becoming the grandest expression of yourself, more-so than you. You waking up to and accepting yourself. You’re all you’ve got! Plus, you’re stuck with you, which frankly, should be a good thing. If it’s not, you might want to get to the bottom of that.

You’re a star, literally, made of stardust. A real-life, human-formed star. Would you want to look up in to the whimsical, mysterious night sky and see a partially-formed star? One with expensive sunglasses and a Louis bag? Hell no. What a sad, sad star that would be. And you damn sure don’t want to look up and see a Barbie Star. Ick.

Just shine! As brightly and brilliantly as you possibly can, the little engine that could-style. Follow the things that give you chills, learn to communicate with your intuition, and for goodness sake, meditate! Sit your ass down and chill. You got this, I promise.

We’re gonna turn this world around, we have to, but it’s gonna take the village. Each and every person waking up to and making better themselves. Every day, a little bolder and a little better.

With Love, Solé

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Trees

You ever just tree-watch? Perhaps not because it’s not as exciting as people watching. But then again, if you watch with your being, it really is. How eloquently they stand, no matter the changing weather or the temperature. Regardless of the trash that’s thrown at their base or the weeds that grow atop their roots. Despite the unpredictable conditions or the uncertainty of the natural world. So deeply rooted in their fundamental nature that they are unbreakable, adding their unique and necessary brilliance to the atmosphere without hassle. They’re even known to dance in the wind or to smile at the pouring rain. Always at ease, forever at attention, no matter.

I suppose we could all be a little bit more like the trees. Or, a lot. A lot less concerned. A lot less moved. A lot less pressed and unsure and insecure. None of that stuff matters, anyways, the mind stuff. It’s all one’s own reality show. Let the trees tell it, and all is well, always, all ways. They’re outlined and filled with love, and that is the beginning, middle, and end.

If only humans were of no mind, we’d say the same, surely. You think there are Kardashian trees? You think trees are in the market for Louis Vuitton moss coverings? You think trees are looking over at their neighborly trees, hating on them because they’ve got different color leaves or a bigger trunk (even thought that just means they’re secretly jealous)? Think they cling tightly to memories of unbroken branches or less-aged bark? Hell no. To all of those questions, hell no. Trees don’t care, they don’t mind, that’s the difference. Humans mind, trees don’t. They just be.  Not trying to take all the air and leave others without, or soak up all the water and leave the other trees starving. No, only and always just enough. In perfect alignment with the world around them. Just out here doing their part, playing their role. The trees know what’s up.

Nature is the real bible. It doesn’t preach, doesn’t promote hypocrisy or request that you adhere to strict guidelines, it just is. Shows the way by way of its own inescapable nature. Trees, flowers, the wind, grass, it all simply co-exists, and perfectly so. No judgement, comparison, or questions asked. Simple, Divine perfection and cohesiveness. Take note.

With Love, Solé

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It’s bigger than you

I was having a conversation with a friend the other day, about discerning between wants and needs, and getting down to the core of any strong desires. He said, for example, that he woke up the other day and had a strong desire to go to Best Buy and buy a new computer, despite him not needing one. He then went on to say that he attempted to get to the root of that (expensive) desire, and came to the conclusion that perhaps a new computer mouse would suffice his apparent need for retail therapy. Ultimately, though, that he quieted the need altogether and didn’t end up going at all.

This conversation got me to thinking. What if his desire to go was founded on the fact that he was simply supposed to go to Best Buy on that very day, for any reason unbeknownst to him? I mean, think about it. How often do you go here or there and end up coming away with something much more significant than that which you opted to go for in the first place? And by significant I mean maybe an experience, a new friend, a life-changing conversation, etc. Perhaps you go to Best Buy because your mind has overindulged itself into thinking you need a new computer, when in reality it is the very conversation you have with the Computer whiz that quenches your need to have been there in the first place; that the source of your wanting to go was the Universe using you as a key player for the day. Maybe the computer whiz needed your conversation, too. Or maybe you’re in the parking lot at the exact time that someone’s cart has run away from them and, had you not been there in that very moment, would have crashed and burned into something more serious.

On a larger scale, perhaps you don’t get anything out of the trip, but leave feeling satisfied, nonetheless, and perhaps what you don’t see is the benefit to those around you in your having been there. I, for example, look for out-of-state license plates and when I see one, look the number up in my Angel Numbers book to see what delightful message the Universe has for me in that moment. So maybe, there is a she-who-looks-up-license-plates who pulls into the parking lot behind you, and it is your very license plate numbers that bring her a much needed message for the day. You’d never know, of course, but you have just changed the trajectory of her day.

The idea behind this being that one’s own wants and desires are founded upon a much larger order than we have yet to realize. Did Ryan need a new computer on that day? Not at all. But for one reason or another, the little voice inside of him was saying, “Go to Best Buy today.” And then, as it loves to do, the mind kicks in with its tendency towards over-indulgence and says, “Yea, buy a new computer!” When in all reality, perhaps you don’t even need to go inside at all to satisfy the little need to be in the parking lot that day. And perhaps you will never know what that little voice was all about, as you walk out of Best Buy empty-handed, or leave the parking lot without going in at all, feeling like you’ve just done something meaningful with your day.

All that to say, this life is bigger than just you. Even your very own wants and desires are often fueled by the force that is trying to facilitate cohesiveness in the world around you. The gravity otherwise known as consciousness or “God”. The gentle tugs left and right that might actually have nothing to do with you except that the Universe needs you to use you for a higher good.

The other day, I was feeling a bit … sorry for myself, on my way home from a talk I had attended. While driving home, I opened my heart to the Universe for answers. “What is all of this about and why am I here and is this ever going to make any kind of sense?” I wondered. Tears streaming down my face. Then, in front of me pulls a Louisiana license plate. Not only was it out-of-state, but I have a particular draw to Louisiana as my Maternal family resides there. The license plate was number 57. Angel Book 57 I go, “The changes you are experiencing are for the best. Trust these changes to lead you where you want to go. Fear not.” A sigh of relief.

Now, whatever series of events that occurred leading up to that very car having been in front of me in that very moment, that which brought a Louisiana license plate to Seattle to be in that particular place on that very evening, I will never know. Nor will the driver of said car ever have any idea how much satisfaction she provided me in just having been where she was in that very moment, but her having been there eased my troubled Soul.

How absolutely extraordinary, how intricately and divinely interconnected we all are. How we are forever being used as an instrument of a force much larger, that is forever trying to uplift us and bring us together, braiding and weaving us into one others’ stories, in a scheme much grander than the mind can possibly comprehend.

Follow Its lead. Listen when your heart speaks. Believe in Its guidance, timing, and direction. Stop trying to understand It and simply allow It to be more splendid and immaculate than the mind could possibly wrap itself around. It’s better that way. Besides, if there’s one thing I’ve learned along this path, it’s that the truth, the fundamental basis of all things, is not to be understood, it’s to be felt. Feel It.

With Love, Solé

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Side effects of Ascension

Side effects of ascension include solitude, glee, non-attachment, wondering if you might actually be an alien, and a general not giving a damn about most of the things that humans in our society care about. Money, stuff, all-things-materialism, indulgences, the “news”, makeup, Burger King, etc. The nonsense is one of the first layers that gets shed. It’s a good one, a necessary one, but as with all layers can be challenging and leaves you with a bit of a … hole. Mostly because, when you take away all of the superficial things, that with which you’re left is that which we have yet to pinpoint or have the language to discuss. The Space we have yet the context to define. Not that It needs to be defined, because It is utterly perfect and Divine just as It is, but when it’s just you in that Space, you sometimes end up feeling a bit alone. Longing for something that surpasses context and comprehension. You. Gravity. Air. Vibration. Energy. Everything else is a fable.

These clothes, these shoes, your family ties, fried chicken, the stories we tell ourselves about who we are and why we matter, it’s all for show. This little existence is simply a blink in the eye of the Infinite. A speck of sand on the unending beach of the Eternal. It is and it isn’t and it matters and it doesn’t and it never ends and can’t begin and is indistinguishable as far as the big picture. God, the Unnameable, the Universe, whatever you want to call It, creating Itself and working through Itself (You) to create more. Change. Evolution. Co-creation. Expansion. Ascension.

You, one of the many little ants on the anthill of life, get to enjoy the benefits of being insignificantly significant. Which is to say that while everything matters, nothing matters. And it’s never, ever, ever that serious. Once you come to that realization, truly, madly, deeply, congratulations, you are on the journey of ascension. Leave your seat belt at home (especially if it’s Gucci), kick back, and enjoy the ride; Your ride. It’s just you here. Well, you and 7 billion others.

With Love, Solé