Writing Prompt for Social Media

SUBJECT:  Of the multitude uses for social media what role do our international government’s play?  Conspiracy theory’s?  Data collection?  Tracking individual’s and social groups?  Etc…?

ASSIGNMENT:  Write 10 pages…DARE TO SHARE!

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The Woman Within

“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”  

Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

A few months ago I told a dear friend that I wanted, or anyway had a thought, to create a women’s group.  The idea was to create a complete support system made of women, and just for women.  Now, here in the present, I was guided to a support group ‘just for women’ that had been established for 30 years.  A clear reminder to me that there is nothing new under the sun, and, of course, how could this group not already exist?

 

Women need women.  Why?  Good question.  Society in fact, pits us against each other. Competing in all sorts of ways that give us no option but to change and re-frame who and what we really are to adjust to pre-set worldly ideals.  So, we don our masks of many kinds and strike off into the grand world completely oblivious that we have just buried our unique and precious authenticity.

 

Projecting forward we’ve created our entire lives based on some adopted/adapted personal concept we have inadvertently agreed to own.  Being completely entrenched in the costume of believing we are what we are not, we blindly accept the facade as our truth.  And we therefore claim it.  That ‘now’ truth dictates our lives.  We have successfully hidden our Self so deeply within that we would put up an argument most fierce in defense of the illusion.

 

In life, we now select our partners, our work, and all our various worldly roles wearing masks.  Eventually, by whatever trigger, we one day waken to realize we are really not happy at all.  How did this happen?  We ask ourselves.  The answer lies in the insanity of complete separation from our original identification with who we are.  Our authentic, beautiful, unique Self.

 

Should I say this idea applies to all women everywhere?  I don’t know.  You will have to be the judge.  We all should do a self-check, perhaps, to see if we really know ourselves, or if all we know is what we have accepted based on concepts, most likely, lovingly, imposed upon us since birth.  Others, not so lovingly, institutionally and otherwise imposed upon us by societies constrained beliefs.

 

Fearfully, we may begin to realize that we are not ourselves, and we are in complete conflict with our entire reality.  That our whole beingness is based on a false perception, and now, knowing that and accepting it –we are completely undone.  Internal conflict creates a sense of being completely out of touch with reality as we know it.  We stand, therefore, at the threshold of –what now?

 

As women who have begun to awaken within our Self we realize we have two choices. We can continue the facade, and life as we know it will ‘seem’ to move forward unchanged.  Or, we can begin to find and eventually embrace our birthright, and find ways to own our true Self.  It is human nature to resist change and so we may think it much easier just to keep the status quo.  After all, we are pretty much ‘okay’.  Really?

 

The problem with this choice?  It is decisive recipe for disaster.  Why?  Because once you ‘know’ a truth, you can not ‘un-know’ it.  You have the option, should you choose, to go through the remainder of life knowing you are living in a dream.  A dream created upon a false perception of reality.  You will always know you are not whole because you have decided to remain separate from your true identity.

 

Indeed, the only real choice is the choice for being ‘real’.  We are resistant only because of the fear behind the idea of change.  The truth is, at some stage in life most women have been catapulted from their mundane dream-state existence, and tossed flailing out of the fairy tale into the great unknown.  Many of us run straight back to Wonderland the moment our feet hit the ground realizing it is time to ‘own up’.  But—for those who make a conscious decision to embrace their Truth and honor the ‘woman within’–the brave ones who dare in this world to know and be authentic–to them belong the grand adventure called Life.  Reaching deep inside and then outwardly into the unknown, like budding flowers, we begin to explore our new world with fresh eyes.  We armor our Self with unconditional self-love.  We discard our masks and embrace our Truth.

 

Now we are free.

 

[Art and Script by Angela M. O’Neal.  Inspired by life, love, & women]

A Course In Miracles…

Beautiful writing from A Course In Miracles, for this Sunday morning…

Lesson 186, Para 9…”He Who is changeless shares His attributes with His creation.  All the images His Son appears to make have no affect on what he is.  They blow across his mind like wind-swept leaves that form a patterning an instant, break apart to group again, and scamper off.  Or like mirages seen above a desert, rising from the dust.”

[He=God, etc…] [His Son=Us as His creation]

The Whistle Stop Meditation

The Whistle Stop Meditation

Text to follow at a later date.  

(An adaptation of the meditation by Gary Renard  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7t266FiajA  An Original Form of True Prayer)

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ME!

Ha!  A year ago today I started this Blog.  Has it really been that long?!  This year has been such a year of transformation, and it just keeps extending in that way for me.

I haven’t posted anything for quite sometime, which is incredible considering my overactive mind and imagination.  Alas, I have been scattered in many directions, precisely as we all are, and  I am just on this journey we call ‘life’.

The last year has deepened my love of Art,  and the connection somehow brings me closer to my Higher Spiritual Self in so many ways it would be impossible to express in such a short post as this.  (and I promise it is short)  In any case, my deep desire for a closer experience with the Powerful Universal Presence, that some call God, has brought me to some life-changing decisions which I know will bring me great joy and of which I have already found.

Paradoxically, life is the same.  I eat, drink, work, dress, play–whatever, and so do all those around me. Caught in an endless circle of rituals and repetitions.  Sometimes whirled out of balance by a shocking experience that breaks that routine.

I’m not much for routine, which I find boring…however, I do embrace some form of lose structure that allows me some flexibility and direction at the same time.  I have to say perhaps I’m somewhat better at it now at this stage of my Crone life.  I have to smile at that expression of myself, but here I am.  There.  Here.  So I smile at myself and realize that in the last year I’m just learning more about how to simply ‘be’, and the rest is unknown…

I see the Light in you my friend, and I thank you for sharing this journey with me.

 

 

 

A CALL TO WRITE

cloud-and-rockSometimes something stirs within my mind and sets words in there that I don’t even know myself until they find their place on the page.  They seem foreign to me, yet whisper of a past, a truth, a knowing that comes from somewhere else. Somewhere that is not the me I look at in the mirror every day.  Not the artist, (no) not the wife, caretaker, or friend.  Somewhere in another time– another mind.  Whispers into my ear these words, like warm cookies that melt in my mouth and leave a taste both sweet and bitter.  My hands deftly hit the keys or stroke the paper with pen to lay down verse, or words, or strings of words that fall on the page like raindrops from my eyelashes. Strange and wonderful. Sometimes mixing with the tears   I taste their saltiness.  The words beg me to write them.  They call me with urgency to lay them down.  How can I deny it?  When would I say– no?  Then, when I push it aside and silence the calling and plunder about my day, the words become lost and lonely again—falling in to the back drop of my memory. Slowly losing and fading quietly from their once reverberating demands.  Now they have retreated.  With me. They go behind, and (may) wait till they have yet another chance to hope to be written.  I then think and ponder–(later…)  What was that I just heard?

MOVEMENT

There was a longing deep within that is no more.  boambee_rocks_3For movement, such as a long lost symphony, has been revealed at last, and allows now to dwell in the discovery of its perfect notes, and no longer desires a longing.  For such is now forgotten, and knows only the sweet music.

UNSCRIPTED

Having denied Self and set aside Truth–a fruitless effort–to exist in a world that directs paths according to ‘it’s’ tenants– Wake (!) from weary wasteful sleep where time seems to dwell–Long days, and hours, and years, resting in such separated solitude as to elude the denial of pursuits of freedom–remembrances of sanity.  Now.  Awake.  Truth of being gives voice, and sings it’s forgotten songs– deep and joyous (Love)–None could see (less) except such visage; and, in fact, leave no favored or ill mark on it at all.

“I dwell in my own illusions and I love my creations”

I HAVE A SECRET

I’ve been leading a double life…

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Dear Friends and Public,

For a very–very—long time now I have been seeing someone else other than my husband.  This person has stood by me all of my life.  Caring and sharing every nuance of my existance.  I am totally in love.   I am also totally in love with my husband, and I can not imagine my life without him.  He is my heart and soul.

I am now in a very precarious situation since last Sunday this special somebody proposed to me.  Knowing I am married and have many obligations, and my time is limited and torn already, this love of my life is demanding, in no uncertain terms, more from me than I have ever been willing to give in the past.  What is the right thing to do?  Legally, I know I can’t marry when I am already married.  So, if I were to accept this beautiful proposal I would have to find a way to make it work.  A way to take care of everyone else and this other.

Although I have had many sleepless nights since Sunday trying to make the best decision, and against all normal standards of relationship, I decided to accept the offer.  So this is my announcement to the world that I am now officially engaged to be married to Myself.

Formal announcement to follow.