The eyes

Let’s show some gratitude for our eyes today. First of all, that you even have eyes to read this. That you have eyes to spend countless hours scrolling through social media. That you have eyes to pick out the best filter on IG.
But more importantly that you have eyes to see your loved ones. Let’s show some gratitude to be able to see your loved ones smile, to see their facial expressions when they’re proud of you, when they love you.  

Let’s show some gratitude for your eyes because they give you the ability to drive or ride your bike or your skateboard. They give you an independence to go somewhere on your own. Your eyes let you cook food for yourself with ease. Your eyes allow you to swipe left on Tinder for that guy that is trying waaaay too hard. Your eyes can alert you of danger before it comes close to you.  

Most of us have this ability to see, a simple sense we take for granted, but that gives us so many gifts. And how many times have you been grateful for your eyes? They only rest when you close them.

Let’s show some gratitude for our eyes. What makes you grateful for your eyes?

Stop giving away your power, star dust

A channeled message.

I don’t know who this message is for but I know it will reach you. Enjoy…

Stop giving your power away. You’re a divine being of the Universe. You are literally made of star dust. Start acting like it.

You are not at the mercy of anything other than your own mind. You’re not at the mercy of what he said, she said, he did, she did, they did. No. You are only a prisoner to your own mind. Set yourself free. You don’t have to carry everyone else’s lessons too. Just your own. Stop trying to make yourself smaller, easier, more loveable, more manageable. You are meant to be as wild as the sea from which you were born. Stop denying your nature. Stop trying to fit in other people’s small world view. These things weren’t meant for you, little one. So stop trying. Stop trying to be a thing lesser than what you already are. You are a god. A goddess. You are the master of your own mental landscape.

Stop giving the keys away to other people. Especially those who have not earned it. Sometimes they don’t deserve you, little one. No matter how much you wish they did. So forgive. And let get go. Because you no longer need to be burdened with the lessons those before you could not learn. Put it down. Put down everything that doesn’t belong to you. And there’s a lot. Because you’re a feeler. You’re a care-er. A giver. A healer. You take on the pain of those around you so they don’t have to feel it. But it’s not your pain. It’s not your lesson. You can’t heal another’s wound. Especially if they keep picking at it and re-infecting it themselves. So put it down little one. Take your hands off of other people’s wounds. Let them bleed. Let them learn. Not because you’re heartless. Not because you don’t care.  Not because they don’t matter. But because you’re giving your power away.

You’re draining your vital energy into something that people can’t heal from the outside. Everyone must heal from the inside out. Even the people you love. Even YOU. So stop trying to bring people to the light. You can’t make people see when they refuse to open their eyes. Instead, heal yourself inside out and live the light. Be the light for everyone around you.

You’re made of star dust.

You’re a divine being made from the stuff of the heavens.

Start acting like it.

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Please “catch the feels”

A plea to my fellow Millennials…

I’m exhausted.

I’m tired of all the memes, posts, and quotes about savagery, “don’t catch the feels,” and hashtags about waste his/her time in 2017. What a bunch of babies we Millennials are. Sorry—but it’s true. When I come across these posts, instead of seeing a strong, independent, badass image the person is attempting to display, I just see fear. I see someone scared shitless of their emotions, and I think, “how sad for them to be so trapped in their own emotional and mental prison.”

So I wonder…how did this happen? Were we coddled too much by our helicopter baby boomer parents? Were we given too many “participation awards” when we actually lost? Were we pushed too much to succeed and look good for others rather than to feel good for ourselves?

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