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
“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
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
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
We all have so much more power than we have yet to realize. So much. I mean honestly, who knows what the Human mind-body-Soul Trilogy has the capacity to do? We certainly don’t. Perhaps we have the capacity to fly? Maybe we can make ourselves invisible? Heal ourselves and others? Hell, we already know of a guy who walked on water. Is he the only one that can? Doubt it. Although I tried once and it didn’t work out as well.
The point being, why are we creating life so madly and adamantly out there, when there’s an entire world waiting to be unlocked in here? We know everything there is to know about vacuum cleaners, hair color, literature, cars, cash, and hoez, but we hardly know the first thing about this little earthlander that we tote around from the mall to the grocery store. Have only, thus far, gotten really good at denying, poisoning, overworking, and over-indulging it. We look to someone else to help fix it when there’s a problem (that most often we’ve created and then facilitated), and haven’t even scratched the surface on knowing how to appropriately love and nurture it, or even what that looks like. That’s what other people, the “specialists”, are for, right? Wrong.
We’re magical little bean sprouts. We’ve created the world as we know it and we have every capacity to fix it. It starts with people unplugging from the world out there and becoming existential detectives for their own little co-occurring fairy-tale in here. It’s magic. Truly magic. Well, maybe not, because I’m sure that one day we’ll have a perfectly scientific explanation as to how we can heal ourselves and others, and how we are light-filled beings emanating and radiating our way towards our highest selves, but for today, it’s magic. The world inside is the secret. It’s the mark we’ve missed, the stone we’ve yet to overturn, and the very core of life’s feel-good. It’s so incredible! I spend so much time in my little Nika-world that my father thinks I’m depressed and my housemates think I’m sneaky and somewhat off my rocker. But nope, neither of those things. Quite the contrary, in fact. I look so very much forward to hopping my happy ass on to my meditation throne and vibin’ my way into my serenity space that I’d much rather be doing that than, well … anything. My Soulitude.
There’s a world that opens up to you when you go deep within. It’s not a world of unicorns or angels, not something that is outside of the self, well, for me anyways. It’s a world of light. Your light. The light that fills the universe with wonder and serenity. It encompasses your body with bliss and transcends ailment, illness, and low vibration into … ecstasy. It takes a while, of course, to get down to the real feel-good, but you’ll get there. Add a little fearlessness and you’ll get there.
I personally had to first break through all of the conditioning, negative thinking, illusion, and many other barriers that lived in my body and crowded my Soul. Had to rewire my brain to be the observer rather than the controller, trained it to be still, quiet, and receptive, which in and of itself was hard enough. Not to mention surrendering to, crying out, and setting free all relationships, attachments, blockages, and character traits that dampened my light and hindered my spirit. But through all of that, all of the pain and the chaos and struggle and unknown and deep-seeded alone-ness, worth it doesn’t even begin to describe where I’ve now found myself. Through all of that, I have brought to life my Light. And now? Now is when the going gets good. Now I can be whoever my vibe blossoms out, because frankly it doesn’t matter what you do in the world out there or who you “make of yourself.” What matters, when this bean sprout is laid to rest, is that you allowed the extraordinary, ineffable, eternal light within to shine freely, vibrantly, and as uniquely as possible. What matters is that on the day you take your final breath, you are no further from the All than the day on which you took your first.
With love, Solé
Life is forever trying to slow you down to its speed and return you to the present moment, yet we love to be anywhere but here. By we I mean the mind, the ego. We’ve been taught and conditioned to be everywhere but here, if even just in a daydream. You’re lazy if you’re just … being. You should at least be planning, preparing, thinking things through, something! What kind of bum just be’s (not even a real word, go figure)?
Well for one, I do. I spend a LOT of time being. “What do you do all day?” I be! Blank stare. I hate to plan, try with all my might to stay distraction-free (as I check my cell phone), and as often as possible bring myself back to the here and now, the only place you can ever actually be that’s not make-believe. Everything else is a figment of your imagination, a creation (distortion) of the mind. But it’s not easy to un-mind, certainly not easy, not while trying to navigate a distraction-filled, material world.
Lucky for us, there’s still plenty of opportunity for us to come back, to return to Center. It’s simply a matter of getting out of one’s own way; out of the mind and into the feel. Slowing down. Allowing. It happens pretty organically if you let it, once you stop clenching so tightly to the chatter of the mind. Put your cell phone down. Come out from behind the lens. Relax. Breathe. Be here now. Fully inhabit this moment. Pour your vibe into the world around you.
The deal is, it’s gonna be ok. Whatever it is that you’re thinking about, worrying about, wondering about, trying to plan for, it’s gonna be fine! It is within its organic nature to be perfect, just as it already is. The less you obsess and dwell over it, the more efficiently it can run its course in the manner that is most beneficial to all. It might hurt, it might be sad, it might not feel “good” right now, but let it unwind a bit. Life is constantly trying to return you to the feel good and it knows how to get there, way better than your mind can expect, so long as you take the course that it’s paving for you, the path of least resistance. Follow the Love-brick road.
It’s life’s only habit to return to love, to feelin’ good. That’s all it knows how to do; To seek out the highest vibration. Of course, you must sometimes first traverse the muck to rise again, but rise you will, just as soon as you surrender. Remember, the muck is part of the process. It doesn’t get enough credit as far as I’m concerned. There’s a lot to be found in the muck, a lot to be said about its shittiness. A plethora of lessons that don’t come as clearly when the sailin’ is smooth. The contrast that reminds you how good the good is.
And in all actuality, it’s never really that serious anyways, nothing is. Not a broken bone, not the loss of a job, not a heartbreak, not how are you going to pay that bill, not even death! You are, after all, immortal. Maybe not the current earthlander that you’re flailing around, but the light, the ball of stardust that inhabits said earthlander, it’s not going anywhere, ever. It defines forever, the eternal, and all it wants to do is vibe. Elevate. Ascend. Evolve. It is the force that is forever steering you towards love because it is love. It is the highest vibration. It is the internal compass that will never let you “fail” (and I say “fail” because failure is only of the imagination). It is the You that transcends space and time. The You that connects this current humanly inhabitant to all that is, was, and will be. It just wants to be known by you. It just wants to shine. So set it free. Let it vibe. What else could you possibly have to do?
Live. Love. Illuminate.
With love, Solé