Monday, October 31, 2022
Journaling Through The Years, Ep. 55: Halloween & Beyond! #journaling #r...
Cemetery Sisters: An In Your Own BackYard Episode #local history #sourth...
Sunday, October 30, 2022
Samhain: The Origins Of Halloween
Mac Finds Love #lovelink #gaming #nightcourt
Saturday, October 29, 2022
Demi/Grey/Sapio--ACE! #asexualpride #asexualcomingout
Along my journey of recovery, I am continously in awe of the personal soul growth and realizations of inner self. As I begin to embrace the feeling of wholeness and true health, I recognize how that which I discover that defines not just who I am becoming, but who I always was. Thus, in these discoveries, I find healing for the pain carried with me from every phase of my life.
As I unravel the history of traumatic abuse, I face the truth of my toxic past relations and through examination begin to learn how healthy interaction looks and feels. This path guides me to the realization of my forever relational inclinations, mentioned before, such as always being polyamorous even though trying to hide and conform. (Coming out. #truecolors)
Deepening that, I come to realize the inner workings of my heart and how it engages without. The various labels of today, mere words on paper, however, when one discovers that one that signfies an answer to the longheld inner confusion, a light dawns upon the darkness and a feeling of acceptance warms within. That is what happened when I discovered the terms 'demi-sexual/romantic', 'grey-sexual/romantic', and 'sapio-sexual/romantic'.
All of my life in this modern age of romance, I thought I was a strange duck, hever quite seeming to fit in or now how to interact appropriately. I have never logged onto the variety of dating sites nor connected with someone through those, in fact, I have never desired or needed such interaction. The majority of my goings-on in life I am in no need of any sort of physical sexual encounter, unless in the throes of new relationship energy, whether it be limerence or infatuation. Recognizing this helps me understand why the required abstinence of the purity culture in my fundie years worked just fine with me (however, I reject the basic premise of purity culture and now see that as blatant control, shame, and abuse.) Without making any effort or outward proclamation, I can happily live a life of abstinence, as I find myself so energized by the sensual act of creativity in my various projects. I must add here, that romantic or platonic relation is distinct here from the physical, as for much of my life, I craved the addictive high of new relationship as a means of escape from myself and the drudgery, however, that mindset is dysfunctional and has no connection to healthy interaction, whether physical or emotional.
For these reasons, I never fully resonated with the term 'asexual' for in my limited understanding of such term, I felt quite sure I was, in fact, a sexual being. Even during the fundie years, when made to feel shame for my past sexual encounters, I felt sure I was flawed because of my illicit (but not really) sexual cravings. In recent years, with the dawn of the openness of body and sex positivity and recovery found in deconstruction, I've been able to explore the true defintions of a variety of terms and have learned that there is a spectrum of asexuality.
asexual: not involving sexual activity, feelings, or associations; non-sexual. (of a person) having no sexual feelings or desires, or not sexually attracted to anyone. (of reproduction) not involving the fusion of gametes. without sex or sexual organs.
Here I am in younger days star gazing
Painting picture perfect maps
Of how my life and love would be
Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection
My compass: faith in love's perfection
I missed ten million miles of road I should've seen
Thursday, October 27, 2022
Can't Catch A Break, Episode One: Thanks, Ashley! #prequel #spinoffs #ex...
Monday, October 24, 2022
Diwali: Festival of Lights; Reclaiming your health during the dark #divali #deepavali
Diwali, Deepawali, or Lakshmi Puja
Saturday, October 22, 2022
I am a born-again...wiccan!
To be born again, mostly reserved for fundamentalist Christianity, simply means "to experience the new birth, "spiritual rebirth", or a regeneration of the human spirit". In reality, the term "born again" did not originate from the translated words of Jesus, but from the Latin Vulgate, most likely coined by St. Jerome, then passed down to the writers' of the early biblical texts.
From my personal spiritual journey, I have come to believe that all seekers, whether religious, spiritual, or not, are continuously on the path of rebirth and regeneration, which be the ultimate purpose for all, no matter the belief.
Born into an agnostic, non-religious family, I have always been a seeker, endlessly searching for something more than what is visible. Whether it be for a personal security lacking within or an endless curiousity, the truth of my seeking heart never wavered.
At a young age, playing with my friends, I believed in a God, similar to what I saw on the cartoon screens, long white beard, white frock, living amongst the clouds. No matter the simplicity of that, I believed, innately, within myself in something beyond. No one had to share this or impel this upon me, I simply just knew it. Fear not, this is not going to be a Fundie-Christian testimonial of why you should believe and 'praise Jesus', but a recounting of the twists and turns imparted upon my spiritual journey.
As I grew older, into my teens, I found myself sharing dialogues with my friends' about what lay beyond, what was unseen, focusing more on the ways of occult, such as astrology and wiccan practices, dabbled with a hint of Buddhism, sprinkled within the context of our creative pursuits, which be writing, acting, singing, and the like.
Leaving left me more broken, empty then before, afraid I was a lost lamb caught in the throes of sin, I struggled to find my security and healing from the toxic effects of fundamentalism. I spent those first few years out in a confining and abusive marriage, romantic love being another quest for security of which never finding fulfillment.
Upon ending the marriage, I finally had the freedom to heal from the myriad of abuse from oh so many a source. Breaking up with religion was a painful process as I struggled to define myself without that context. Am I a Christian, I would implore, or do I even want to use that name to describe myself? The answer coming forth was resoundingly negative.
It was upon reading the Hindu text, Srimad Bhagatavan, wherein I found my freedom and forgiveness for the nine years of organized religion. For I saw the similar language within this Hindu text as the Christian Bible, thereby realizing that all spirituality is alike, all humanity, regardless of race or origin, is on a quest to understand life's purpose, and that, truthfully, all paths do, in fact, lead to the great beyond (enlightenment/heaven/nirvana,etc).
After the ten years deconstructed fully out of the church, I find myself returning to my first youthful spiritual position, wiccan, yet now a fuller appreciation for the practice and life-style. "An it harm none, do what ye will" be the wiccan code and such I strive to live by within and without. I find in myself truthfully born again.
Therefore, from my personal spiritual journey, I have come to believe that all seekers, whether religious, spiritual, or not, are continuously on the path of rebirth and regeneration, which be the ultimate purpose for all, no matter belief or none. For my part, I find myself reborn once again to my original spiritual beliefs, yet whole and healthy, fully understanding the truth of to do no harm and wanting to impart beauty and wellbeing upon all, including myself. Understanding finally that I need not be an expert in wiccan beliefs, nor any, but the true path of believers of any sort is to enjoy the quest, gathering, exploring, understanding more upon the soul's journey. Constantly I am arriving more fully into myself, realizing that spirituality is simple yet profound, unique within, no need for conversion or display outward.
For this, I am grateful for the choices I made that led me to where I am. No longer do I feel hatred toward those that wronged, whatever the confines, for I am grateful for the lessons learned with all. For without such, I would never have come to a place of truly becoming 'born-again' within.
Tuesday, October 18, 2022
Shemini Atzeret, Simchat Torah, & The Festival of Booths #sukkot
Sunday, October 16, 2022
A New Day Dawns: "Can't Catch A Break!" The Trailer #spinoff
A New Day Dawns: "Can't Catch A Break!" The Trailer #spinoff #cookingshow
Starring
Broc Wallis as Barista Nate
Noah Fitterer as Nate Fisher
West Christy as Bodhi Bliss
Sarah Perle as Natasha
&
A Surprise Return
Thursday, October 13, 2022
Reverse "Love the Sinner, Hate The Sin" (Trigger Warning)
As one who professes to be an ex-fundie, I strive to express that those fundamentalist Christians seen loudly proclaiming their message on the street corner, on your social media feed, or IRL, are not innately bad at their core. I wish to do this not to excuse their bad behavior and actions, nor nullify how their verbage wounds those they shriek at, but to try to showcase the nuance within us all hoping that that may bridge the aching gap of hatred.
The core message of Jesus's message is one of grace, forgiveness, and, overall, love. The Golden Rule, he professes, "Do Unto Others As You Would Have Them Do Unto You" is shared by all world religions (Golden Rule).
Sunday, October 9, 2022
Indigenous People's Day #octobertenth
US recognizes Indigenous Peoples' Day
Tomorrow, October 11, 2022, will honor Indigenous Peoples. Although the second Monday of October has long been a holiday, this is only the second year it is officially celebrated and known as Indigenous Peoples' Day. Last October 2021, President Biden signed the first official presidential proclamation of Indigenous People's Day, turning the commeration into an official government holiday. This day highlights and lifts up the Native American history and culture.
The origins of Indigenous Peoples' Day began in 1977 at a United Nations' international conference on discrimination. Later on in 1989, South Dakota was the first state to recognize the second Monday of October as such rather than what it was known as "Columbus Day". Later on, the cities of Berkeley and Santa Cruz, California recognized the day.
"Columbus Day" has long been a stain for Native Americans, a painful reminder of the 500 years of Colonial torture and oppression by European conquerors such as Christopher Columbus and others. The Native American people were all self sufficient and thriving communities before having their land taken from them.
Thursday, October 6, 2022
Dead Exes: The Ones I Loved...& Lost For Good
But those are two out of ten that I abstain any connection from, leaving, at least 8, that I would happily reconnect in a new season of life with the label of friend or perhaps only to clear the air of past pains caused by our breakup. Success of being able to be friends with my exes comes into being with the five formers that I have maintained an warm, open camaraderie with since our romantic relationships ended. In so many ways, these friendships have made a more lasting significance in my life deeper than even the days of our long ago romance. Moreover, a friendship reunited with them seems natural when thinking that once upon a time they were MY everything, rather, what I hoped would be my truest love. (This was before I realized I am polyamorous.) Because of the memory of our romantic highs, the lows of the heart-break, the time apart, the coming together as friends is one that has deeply enriched our lives in ways numerous. For that, I am grateful.
But, as time passes, it is natural for a friend or former connection to slip away into their own universe, as with the busyness of our lives, our connections shift and change, seemingly to forget those we once shared the path of life alongside.
For me, though, deep within, I never forget.
If ever I said "I love you" in whatever capacity, friend or lover, I meant it. And, even though the relationship dynamic has shifted, the love remains, the gratitude for the lessons and experiences alongside deepens, making me better and wiser even today. Because of this, I find myself at times looking back, wanting to reach out, or just peek to see how the ones I loved and lost are doing.
The heartbreak all over again when I learned that one I once loved, specifically held hands with as we walked the path of romance, has slipped off this mortal coil. Within the context of former romantic connections, whether they are known to you in some present form or not, they remain forever the age when once you were in the throes of infatuated young love. Hearing of their passing, whatever the cause, taints the memory and rekindles the crushing blow of heart-ache even more than before. Was this the fate they were meant for, even back when we were united?
In early 2017, I learned of the passing in May 2016 of the first boy who took my hand and walked me through the valley of romance, he the giver of my first kiss and a little bit more. He and I had re-connected as friends via Facebook, but had not chatted that much through the years. I had tagged him in a photo in June of 2016, of which he made no comment (below is the link to that photo). Finding out the reason in 2017 was a gut-wrenching sadness. I couldn't focus that week on President Obama's exit, so much was the heart-ache of losing a part of my youth.
Now, as I walk the journey of recovery, I feel led to reach out to those I have wounded and make amends, not to rekindle any friendship, but to relieve myself of the burden of regret. My utter shock when I discovered that yet another former flame had left this earth behind,ironically in the same month and year as the other. This former boyfriend I had dated in my late twenties when as a fundie Christian I had led him back to the Lord and then subsequently had my first ever break down leading to my first diagnosis. Because of this and the abuse I had experienced in my life from a myriad of places and of which I was still suffering, I couldn't see beyond the curtain of my own pain, lost in my own inner darkness, I could not understand how my actions were wounding those around me. So,this last week, in a better place than I was then, I reached out to this dear man, hoping to alleviate and heal to apologize and to show him that I am better than I ever imagined possible, only to receive the resounding gong of loss of life and opportunity.
In the wake of this, as I experience the sadness of grief, is it possible for me to make amends with him? A writing ritual cleansing shouting out to the universe? A Hamlet-esque experience where I avenge untimely death? Or, is it more important than to make amends within myself? I find myself knowing he would appreciate the latter, not the former.