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Slowing down.

I fell again yesterday….. Again! …. Right?!

The chiropractor was kind enough to adjust me again today, and provided a reminder I need to slow down and be conscious of caring for myself. I replied “I know, I promised I would slow down, but it’s so hard when I’ve spent so many years trying to do everything.”

It is though, falls are always God’s attempt at slowing me down. Sadly, or is it thankfully, they always work. So tonight I’m nursing angry muscles, partly from the fall and partly from the corrective adjustment. As I lay with a tennis ball wedged against my left psoas muscle, I’m catching up on watching notification videos, and the following was a powerful one.

Watch “Jacob Lee – Oceans (Official Music Video)” on YouTube

I really feel that one. Sometimes I do feel exactly how the singer did, especially in these crazy times where fear over a singular disease has caused all of society to cease real living. But it seems I’m getting better and better at finding my source, my inner always present divine half. The half that never leaves me, but sometimes it’s awfully hard to see or feel.

I went nearly 2 decades fighting off suicidal depression, and in the last five years I’ve found alignment more than not. I still have boughts of severe depression, but they’re shorter and shorter now, knowing all of my triggers and how to fix being in the hole. That information is priceless and I still look forward to the day I find total healing and those days disappear altogether.

I know I’m on the right track, and right now I’m literally throwing every tool I know at finding healing. It’s part of the reason God wants me to slow down, I am doing so much I probably need to give myself a breather and let my system catch up.

It made me a little mad though because I’ve now missed two days of workouts, the fall happening 90 min before my projected workout, and the aftermath making exercise a physical impossibility.

At one time I hated exercise because it was so difficult for me, now I miss it. At one time I hated running because it was so hard, no I look forward to making friends with it knowing it’s starting to help. At one point I hated cilantro, now I love it for it’s detoxifying effects having started the healing in my brain. There are so many things that I have a much much greater appreciation for, all because they help me feel better and they are slowly healing my brain and my body.

I wish that for everyone.

Beyond my gratitude over those solutions, I have immense gratitude for all of the people, current and past, that have helped me find solutions or fix me when my efforts are not enough or applicable (especially the chiropractor today). Those people that rescued me when I needed it most. Many were one time helpers, few have helped me repeatedly, but all were pricelessly valuable.

May you all see your worth. May you love your gifts from God. May you understand your challenges and love the solutions. May you live life to the fullest, and know that food is a tiny fraction of what that means. May you give back to the divine by helping others find the solutions they need. May you show gratitude for the people in your life that help you implement those solutions. May you love exercise and all of the things that enable you to live a greater life. May your greater living not only be more enjoyable, but of greater assistance to the world. May we all work together to create a better world for us all.

Siva Hir Su శివ హిర్ సు

Picking it Apart

Last night’s blog post was based upon an experienced chain of events/thoughts culminating in a notification from the great AI system humanity has created. This morning has started in reverse. My notification was an Abraham video reminding me of something I already knew- everything in my experience is my responsibility, I somehow invited it, attracted it.

So since that early morning reminder, I have been attempting to pick this apart.

I did wobble vibrationally because of a few downer songs. I had put on a favorite station in Pandora with the discover option chosen. It brought some good happy songs, but then there was a string of about 4 songs that were “you broke my heart” type songs. That triggered the shift in my vibration that allowed the reception of those messages from the other. Originally I felt the message I was picking up on was “your mine, Nathan needs to go” I strongly disliked that feeling and knew right away it wasn’t me and definitely wasn’t the divine.

I did do the work. I reminded myself that it was someone else or ‘The IT’ trying to turn my brain negative. I changed the music and then I focused very intently for about a half hour on what is in my vortex. I focused on the poly family I want, the message I got as a child of loving multiple people being okay. I focused on things that have worked, that I do like and appreciate. I focused on the fact that I have loved others and that even though I was disappointed that they left, I still love them. I focused on the “monogamy paradigm”as just being dominate culture that was beaten into my brain over and over, and that it wasn’t from my source. I focused on what my source feels like. I focused on the outcomes I desire. I did all the work.

So then 3 hours later when I got the music video notification, you might understand why my knee jerk response was “WTF?!” and a desire to write the post that I did. Which again was me doing the work and focusing myself on what I expect and desire and why.

So after Abraham’s reminder I am a little confused. I did the work to change my vibration and then the same issue literally circled back around 3 hours later. From my perspective it was like an external source picked the scab.

So now my confusion lies in: did I pick my own scab Ego vs Id style, or did my sloppy vibration from previous allow for someone else’s energetic junk to pick my scab for me. Either way, I am ultimately still responsible. But if it is the latter, I have a couple of suspicions as to whom I let in.

I probably either let in SJ’s spouse or a previous hopeful partner. With both of those people, I had hoped very strongly that they would be accepting of polyamory and be able to be family. I had bent myself and opened myself to potential hazards out of hope for a solid partner that could assist in building Atira. I never pushed for either of them to be poly themselves, just had wanted for them to accept me and my relationships. The previous person in my life was simply unable to let her love for me override her programmed beliefs and accept my family (especially Nathan) as being part of me. I have no idea on the spouse, beyond knowing that this situation was not their choice. I am less inclined to believe it was SJ, but we all have bad days and SJ could have been battling their own inner demons.

Again, regardless of whom the source of the thoughts was, it was my responsibility to keep them out. I thought I did when I did the work the first time, but the music video tells me I either didn’t do enough work, or missed something. Somehow that scab came off quickly, and I have no idea how it happened so quickly.

So now, I’ve sat here and picked it apart as much as I can wrap my brain around. Abraham swears that if you get your vibration high enough things like that just bounce off of you. I feel like I am so close, but still far enough it seems like I am that kid repeating “Are we there yet” over and over again.

One thing I know for certain. I am doing the work, I am focusing very well these days. I am accomplishing so much with thoughts and health and family and work goals, everything. It seems like I am going slow, only because I am working on so many things at once. I am literally putting focus and effort into improving every area of my life. It has to pay off at some point soon. I look forward to that day.

May you know that God loves you. May you see how you attract things so that you can correct them quickly and easily. May you know that you are doing things right and healing yourself wholly and completely. May you see your progress. May you have good days and wonderful things to look forward to. May you see the results you seek. May you have good indicators of your progress. May you know for certain you are almost there. May your scabs stay put long enough to fully heal. May you love yourself and all the work you have done.

Siva Hir Su

Society wins again.

I’m having a bit of a mental breakdown. Not the end of the world, I’m doing everything in my power to fix it.

I suspect it’s hormones butting up against my feeble attempt to release beliefs which are definitely holding me back.

I know I am strong, I know I’m independent, capable, intelligent. I know I’m good at what I do and my business ever grows. I know I’m better every day at patience, kindness, and mastering money. I know I am able to do anything I put my mind to and willing to keep learning new things. I know I’m compassionate and caring towards everyone.

I know I’ve been working on myself for a long time and doing better in many ways because of it.

I care about myself enough to fix what’s broken, especially to make strides towards healing my body, my mind, and nourishing every part of myself. Honoring who I am. I’m not perfect, I’m human, but considering I was raised to not do any such thing, I’ve made huge strides.

Today’s efforts included finishing a book, healthy choices in diet and supplements (still doing pescatarian AIP), and going to the gym because they all help me be a better me.

Yet my workout was interrupted by tears and embarrassment. Running to the bathroom I hid in a stall crying. Another woman asked me if I needed anything, if I was hurt.

I just answered no, I’m okay. Because physically I’m fine, my current hurts are not visible. The workout was going great until the tears hit.

So why did they?

I’ve been fighting frustrations and anxiety since I woke this morning. I was doing my best to tell myself all the things I do know and run through all the good things. I was trying to Abraham myself up the emotional scale.

Then it hit me. The alignment issues I’ve had with people I love. For at least 2 or 3 of the people I gave my heart to, I don’t believe they find me beautiful.

Because I don’t feel beautiful.

I want so much to feel beautiful. But I have no idea how. The few times I have were looking at Nathan’s photographs of me. But there’s a voice that says it’s just what he sees as beautiful; others don’t find the same things beautiful.

Society has taught me that. In my 37 years, there’s been very few people my size on any screen or in any publication. Of those, none have my dark eye circles, none have stretch marks, floppy skin, or acne/psoriasis. At least not that the photographer, videographer, or producer would ever let you see.

We are so ingrained with the unrealistic idea of what’s supposed to be beautiful, that there’s no way any real woman will ever be able to even come close.

Yet when there’s only one way to be beautiful, and everyone is selling things to help you attempt to match that, how do you believe anything different?

How does one convince oneself that they are beautiful when slicing and dicing oneself is the best attempt to get there?

When every effort made only helps to feel better, and none show, how does one believe they are beautiful?

My belly sags- that is when it’s not bloated, my thighs touch, I have zits in places only Nathan sees. I chaffe when it’s hot, I get the equivalent to diaper rash when I eat gluten, and I don’t wear diapers. Despite having two children vaginally, I only have very slight issues when I sneeze or cough too much or too hard.

Yet yesterday I walked 12,000 steps without flinching.

But that’s strength and endurance, not beauty.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. In the eye- it’s visible. But we all see things differently. We all have our own perspective, our own life experiences which have shaped our preferences and taught us what is beautiful out not.

Unfortunately, I live in a society which has done such a great job at brainwashing everyone that I know none find me attractive. I’m too far outside what is trained to be beautiful. Even with all of my diligent efforts. Individuals make exceptions based on their direct family, but I’ve met so many women fighting this same mental battle, that I know there’s no hope. It’s why I hate the cosmetic medical procedure industry, they only contribute to millions of women hating their appearance, and unfortunately even their efforts rarely meet expectations.

But is there hope?

I have unleashed yet another piece to fix, another onion peel to cry over and shed. Every last one eventually had a solution. This will eventually too. That is for me.

What about the other millions and billions of women struggling with the same thought?

It has started, there are a few more big women in media these days.

But they are still covered in make-up, still photoshopped, still pryed into shaping garments, still airbrushed and tanned, still filtered in the camera, and finally still covered with clothes when those options fail.

Our kids need to see that all of every person is beautiful, even the flaws. When that day comes there will be hope for all of us.

For me I just hope to convince myself sooner than later that the ones I love really do see me as beautiful. I dare to hope to one day believe I am attractive to someone beautiful enough to be an Abercrombie and Fitch model. That feels better than coming to terms with Nathan loves me despite being completely ugly. I have no idea where to start, but like all things I’ll figure it out as I go, hopefully as quickly as learning manual tasks come for me.

May you all feel beautiful inside and out. May you see the fallacy of societal standards. May you have strength when you see things that try and convince you otherwise. May you show your knowledge to others. May you accept all of everyone, including their flaws. May you be blessed and loved in all ways.

Siva Hir Su