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Cycles

Seems I’m in another cycle of self-healing. Anger transformed to focused intent.

After my last post I felt the need to focus on my self going back as far as I could find the feeling place of my divine inner being. I was aimed at triggering my earliest memory of me, before sickness, before traumas, before stress and disease. My purest me.

I reached for and found the feeling place of having just been born and exploring the range of what my body could handle. That feeling of being new to the world and finally able to stretch out and move my body around, exploring my experience. I actually had a moment of quiet where my legs wanted to kick the blanket off, but I was not covered by any blanket.

That stirred two thoughts that I repeated for the rest of the day.

I’m a miracle for having made it through everything before. My body and brain are a miracle for their amazing ability to heal (and their interconnected complex functions of life).

I am a born healer just by being alive. That which I am, is a miracle that has helped me survive so many things, and will do so again with a little slow quiet.

At one point I found myself saying: all I need to do is just be me, I’m a healer and healing myself by just being me.

Hours of repetition later, I am feeling better emotionally, and much more aware of my ability to slow down. Now I just need to allow that to flow to my family and world so that much needed support manifests to keep the ‘miracle healing of self’ vibe going. My body needs the space and resources to heal. When I was a baby simple hydration would have been sufficient for quite some time. As an adult I wouldn’t say I need much of anything else internally, but the process now includes an entire family.

My body is a miracle. My brain is a miracle. My life is healing. My world is healing.

One step at a time.

May you transform your anger to healing. May you find your miracle moment of your inner self and milk it for all that it is worth. May you know your path and find a way to stay to connected as well as possible. Above all may you know that the divine loves and supports you in all that you do.

Om Shanti

I just knew.

I just knew I had to. I don’t know why.

I sent an email today that I had debated on sending for months. I have done the “it sounds crazy”, “It sounds like this or that”, or “they won’t be able to hear me”. But today I just knew I had to.

I asked for guidance on my words. The intended recipient was the president of the company I worked for last. It’s a big small company. So, I sent it through the only other person I trusted to get the message through.

Who does that?

Who emails someone far more capable than oneself?

Who sends such a heavy message to someone I’m not supposed to even think would read my message?

I don’t know what that says about me, but I just knew I had to.

I hope the message is received loud and clear. I hope they understand the fullness of what it means. I hope they feel the light that it brings.

May you always know exactly what to say and when. May you see your light and how to shine it most brightly. May you know you are doing the right thing always. May you know that the divine loves and supports you in all that you do.

Om Shanti


Several hours later. I’m feeling anxious. I’m not sure why. I no longer work there. I’m no one. Why do I care if they acknowledge the message?

Because it’s not my message and God wants to be heard.

I am no one. I am nobody. Nobodies get ignored all the time. I did my best, and at this point I know I had a few typos- sometimes my intuitive nature causes them, I think because of layers of intent. So, there is no reason for them to take me seriously or even care that I emailed. My message has elements that could have been flushed out more, explained more, but I was attempting to be as concise as possible and get the point across. The message is only as good at the sender, so why did God choose me with my dyslexia and bad typing? Why did God choose a nobody?

That’s what is causing anxiety. A message that needed to be delivered to someone that obviously asked for it, and I was the vehicle. I hope it doesn’t bounce off of them.

More I hope that God understands I did my best.

Momma is thirsty.

It has been told
Many religions say
There was a great flood
Nearly all life was lost

Momma was hungry
Momma was thirsty
The flood waters
Quenched
The dead
Nourished

Everything small
Feeds
The larger
We are food
To that which
Is larger

When balance is
Lost
Balance
Will be restored

It just is

We did contribute
To imbalance
Now
We must contribute
To balance

All of us will
In some way

Living is determined
On efforts made
To restore
Balance

I'm doing
My best
It's my part
And I know
My momma
Knows

Are you?

~ Treasa Cailleach

J

Okay, so first disclaimer. I took cannabis meds tonight to help my state of being. I may be struggling enough that I took a little more than usual, and thus I’m feeling it tonight. Not bad, actually quite good, I just felt I should note that I’m writing from a slightly-altered state of mind.

I had a thought
I'm not sure how it was brought
I wondered if she'd rather be called
J
I grew up with a brother that went by
JJ
He had a feminine side
Father tried to beat out of him
Dad given nickname
He came to hate
I wondered if that was why
He preferred
JJ
JJ is androgynous
It doesn't pick a side
It doesn't let you decide
So would be J
She grew up a girl
With behavior more befitting
A boy
I relate
Mud pies, skinned knees,
Playing war as long as
My brother didn't win too much
She had sisters and parents
Of similar age as mine
She was born a girl after all
Who would think different
I heard my father's words
Echo bitterly:
"If it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck...."
Bullshit of generations past
Too weak to allow for more
Turning them to cowards of
Either/or
I want to allow more
I want to honor differences
I want to respect those that deserve
Respect
Just for being them
So I reach for
How
How do I ask
From genuine concern
And not sound like
An Ass
I'm not good at this
Because our generation was
Those that admitted
We were
Different
But labels
Weren't firm
Weren't decided and settled
There wasn't discussion or education
And didn't get used accurately
Often
Parents were oblivious
They thought they were
Doing great
But never noticed
The poor example set
For learning to
Respectfully acknowledge
Individual vessel
For a much greater self
So even this unique
SELF
Doesn't always know
How to be addressed
I've been called
T
And it's just fine
Ambiguous
Allows for
Flexibility
I still like
My feminine
Celtic Wise Woman
Name
Near my heart
For being
My choice
But I have
And always will
Keep up with
The boys
Whenever it matters
To ME
So Ambiguous
Sounds good to me
Because I can be
Girly girl
Manly Woman
One of the boys
Whatever
I need
In any moment
It allows for
More me
To just
BE
~ Treasa Cailleach

May you always know how to ask respectfully. May you see more possibilities for yourself and others. May you find a way to honor the whole of someone you care about. May you be patient with those that are doing their best to improve. May you be equally patient with yourself for aiming for those same and even more improvements. May you have love in your heart for every uniqueness. Above all, may you know that the divine loves and supports you in all that you do.

Om Shanti

Finally

At least for today, this will be my final post. It’s one of those days, I’ll take it while it’s flowing and I’m able to weasel a moment to type. BTW, my middle post had two stanzas added after I hit publish, edits happen. If you caught it before I finished editing check it out again.

What does
Love
Of
For
Self
Look like?

Is it
Clothes worn
Replaced
Often
As body size
Dictates

Or rewards
Earned
For having
Won
Battles
Waged
Internal

Is it
Flowers
Plants bought
Beauty
To brighten
A space
To enjoy
Everyday
All year

Is it
Treating
One's self
With
Respect
In words
And actions
Because
Respect is Earned
And self
Definitely
Earned it

Is it
Loving touch
Sensual
Exploration
Or palpable
Fixing of
Muscular woes
Easing discomforts
Soothing nerves
Relaxing
Body

Is it
Quiet
Stillness
Brain's
Breath
Giving self
Safe space
To BE
SELF
Still
Calm
Centered

Is it
Activities
Creative
Enjoyment
A Presence
In the world
With loved ones
Doing
Making
Memories
Filling
Lifetimes

Or is it
All of the above
Anything
Everything
You would
Do to
Give
Another
As affection
All are
Valid
To show the
Same affection
To self

Self is
Pure
Positive
Beautiful
Radiant
You

Self
Knows more
Feels more
Loves more
Accepts more
Handles more
Cares more
Creates
So much more

Self is
Amazing
Kind
Compassionate
Caring
Loving
Healing
Beautiful
Exuberance

You
Cannot
Not
Love
Self

Self
Is
Perfect

Give
Self
The best
You
Are able
And learn how
To improve
On abilities
To honor
Self
So it will
Always
Get
Better and
Better

You
Deserve
You
Deserve
Self
Deserve
Better
Always

~ Treasa Cailleach

Love yourself and all that you do. Honor yourself, respect yourself and show yourself you deserve the best you’re able. Your inner pureness has earned every last bit of loving honor. An it harm none, do what ye will. Above all know that the divine loves and supports you in all that you do.

Om Shanti