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
Isn’t it time for people to wake up? Time to (re)find the magic and divinity that is inherently laced into every aspect of life? The synchronicity written on the walls of our realities that we look right past in our quest for bigger and better. There’s so much goodness of being lost in the madness of the mind.
Why and how have we allowed ourselves to get here? So brainwashed and unconscious that we accept a number of atrocities as everyday life. Valuing some lives more than others as if we are not all made of exactly the same. Some people sleeping in 15-bedroom houses while others sleep on the street. Some humans of a certain melanin tone being born into disadvantageous circumstances like something could actually be wrong with you because of your SKIN COLOR. How absolutely absurd. I hope we figure out this alien life thing for the simple fact that I think it’ll bring us together as a people. Aliens probably won’t give a single damn about the color of your coat. They probably won’t even be able to see race in the same way that we’ve constructed it.
Which is exactly what race is, a construct. A divisive tool for people to feel better than and separate from one another. Otherwise, what? Melanin has nothing to do with IQ, human potential, spiritual connection, or anything else. Anything that divides races is simply a matter of us having chosen for it to be that way, and the resulting snowball effect. If we had chosen eye color rather than skin color to divide and conquer, it could just as easily be the blue-eyed folk rioting right now. But no, we chose skin color because we want to be able to create our judgements before you can get too close. Because that’s what matters in human connection, obviously.
What on earth people!? Wake up! It’s really not that hard or scary. All you have to do is change your mind and get on board. Literally, change your mind. Re-route your thinking around the things that should be of no relevance, like the color of another person’s skin, and open your eyes to the fact that we’re ALL human. A human is a human is a human. We’re all flesh and bone and kinda gross and sometimes awkward and we do weird shit and have very little understanding of how very small our bubbles are. Billions of bubbles of consciousness, founded on our life experiences and learned behaviors, bumbling around and trying to make ourselves feel important.
Everything you think you know is a result of your own conditioning and unique experience. But the truth is, humans hardly know anything about anything. For example, we like to think that we have this life script with particular lessons written out for us, like this is some sort of human preschool. But as far as I can see, we’re attracting everything that comes our way. Every. Thing. Sure, there’s a larger conglomeration of consciousness that guides and encourages us in the direction of the greatest good, the highest vibration, but at the end of the day, you are your Maker and Creator and the filter of your perspective. No life agenda. No pre-planning. No, it wasn’t written, not even in the stars. Just one big ass free-for-all of free will, and the thoughts and ideas that attract the most minds and which create the highest vibrations, prevail.
And that, my friends, is why love always wins, every single time. Because the thread that strings us all together is a moral compass for which love is North, and we always return to facing North, to love. Always. That’s how vibrating beings work. Your energetic being is forever trying to vibrate higher and the result of you allowing that to be the case is love, the feel-good. The higher you vibe, the better you feel, and the more you are inclined towards goodness and simplicity.
We Know (capital for a Knowing beyond the limitations of the mind) right from wrong, as much as we like to act like we need someone else to tell us, we Know. We even hold our own check and balance sheet, pass our own self-judgements and Know when we’ve veered off course. Even if one’s mind can rationalize a wrong doing, somewhere, deep down, we Know otherwise. Per our inherent compass, we hold ourselves accountable for the life we lead. Sure, give your worries to “God” and free will is paramount and right and wrong are subjective, but really, wrong is wrong is wrong. You know it and I know it and if people came out their denial-hiding, they’d agree on what’s right and wrong 9 times out of 10.
Denial is too real and entirely too strong and out of it we have borne an entirely too large part of our human existence. Religion. Environmental issues. Education systems. Marriage. Western Medicine. Popular culture. So many infrastructures catering to and stroking the ego of our denial. As if there might actually be a question about whether men and women are equal, or people of differing skin colors. Or if climate change is not a very real situation. Or if you ought to be allowed to spend your life with someone of the same sex or with whoever you want, for that matter. Or whether teaching from biased, antiquated texts ought to be more important that those being taught having social skills, healthy coping mechanisms, or be able to keep up with said outdated texts if not sedated on medication.
Are we serious? Medication for children? Attention-deficit? Whaaaaa? So ridiculous. So absolutely ridiculous. The parameters we put on ourselves and others so that we can stay stuffed in our box of “normalcy”. News flash, normal is a fable! The normal warning label reads, “Warning, normal is a box that, when stuffed into, leads to suffocation and deterioration of one’s Soul.” Out here with a pillow over the face of evolution just so that we can remain comfortable.
Damn it humans! Just damn it. Learn how to change. Evolve. Adapt. The zombie apocalypse is upon us and it is us! We are the zombies, the robots, trying to hold on to infrastructures built upon a bunch of dead horses. The reroute starts within, with us. Less intellect, more intuition. Less rigidity, more creativity. Less abrasiveness, more femininity. That’s what we need. You can pretty much rationalize anything, but there’s no denying a feeling, the cry of one’s intuition. That which is forever trying to return you to facing North. Keep your intellectual bullshit and show me the love. Show me the Soul. Show me where the heart lives. That’s how we should be constructing life as we know it, via the very pitter-patter of each of our hearts, the strings that pull us this way and that way towards all of our highest good.
From my perspective, it is exactly the feminine intuition and viewpoint that could pretty easily redirect this ship. It’s femininity that this world is starving for, and that which we’ve squandered along the way. If only we’d give it a little more credit. Empathy, compassion, delicacy, intimacy, intuition, and grace. Femininity was suffocated somewhere between the fall of the Roman Empire and the discovery of twerking, and the results have been, well, dismal.
Am I the only one that hears her cry?
With Love, Solé