Substack sends me emails reminding me I haven’t published anything in months. I’m not a writer, but manage to put my thoughts and observations into words, sometimes.
For the past several months I’ve been concentrating on completing an MD’s health coaching certificate for pregnant women, yes WOMEN, and creating a new website. I also completed one Prenatal yoga teacher training and started a second one, signed up for a third one, and bought half a dozen books on prenatal yoga, so I’d have well-rounded and diverse resources to draw from when I teach it. This has kept me busy and not reading many Substacks or attending Zooms about the tangled web of lies this world is currently mired in.
One of my email inboxes is comprised of mostly Substacks (more than 125) I am subscribed to. Try as I might to scroll through for other emails and avoid the ominous titles and subtitles, it is impossible to not catch a glimpse of some of them. Even reading a partial title can cause me to unconsciously tense up, but the effects run much deeper than a physical sensation, they are bringing me down, annihilating my sense of joy and hope for the world and future generations.
I decided to stop reading Substack posts on Sundays, yesterday. My psyche desperately needs a break from all the bad news. Hyper-sensitive to bad news, I seem to recall the most horrific details of things I read, hear or watch, even decades later. That is how my brain works. I wish I could rewire the part of my brain that stores all those bad impressions (especially these past three years) and delete them with my intention. Delete, delete, delete!
I have healing sounds, frequencies and music playing in the background on my desktop to counteract the negative words and images I consume on the screen. I also listen to the beautiful music from my youth (60’s, 70’s) that always used to uplift and transport me. That’s not working like it used to.
I’ve considered unsubscribing from all the Substacks that enumerate the multitude of insane, inane and inhumane (add more adjectives, ad infinitum) things taking place in this world, but I also want to be informed, know what to expect, as if I/we can somehow be prepared for the worst that is yet to come. And I feel a sense of deep gratitude and community with those sharing the truth. It’s good to know others discern, question and reject what we’re expected to blindly and mindlessly accept as real. Let’s help create a new world, a better reality and exclude anything that causes harm to all humanity, God’s creatures, Mother Nature, and planet Earth.
For now, my desk faces a view with a canopy of multiple species and shades of green trees, sprinkled with the magnificent bright orange of Royal Poincianas, whose color deepens the hotter the temperatures get. That and the sunset, or glorious rays of light beaming down from behind the clouds, fill me with a sense of wonder every evening.
RFK Jr. gives me hope. May God watch over and protect him from the evil that took his father and uncle from this world far too soon and before their work was done. A former teacher who I once highly respected wrote in an email yesterday that RFK Jr. was crazy. I lost all respect for this teacher during Covid, as he wished death on the unvaccinated. Reading that email yesterday sealed the deal that I can no longer read anything he writes and that I was wrong about his character.
I’m rambling, but please, tell me something good.
The good is that there are a whole bunch of people who are so good in this world that they are willing to risk so much to share the truth with others and simply because they care about their loved ones and complete strangers. Though our views are varied and may diverge, this caring of common fellow man is what binds us together.
Indeed, breaks from whatever whenever is absolutely necessary, but even in exhaustion, desperation, and even sometimes anger, I relate with these warriors at the forefront and hope to encourage them to spread their message to people who haven't been reached yet. We are all soldiers in this, and need to be our own hero.
We have some brilliant people working in here, but I wish they could really try to put themselves into the shoes of the average mother, father, student, teacher, doctor, law enforcement officer etc to see how it is that they may begin see the light and/or inspire them to act now that they have.
In other good news, I am the proud mother of three recent graduates this past spring. My motivation is for them and the generations to come, to hold close to their heart, cherish, and fight for what gives us our greatest happiest ... freewill and the ability to choose.
Happy 4th of July 💥! Was thinking of you today while driving when I saw a Florida LP. Glad you’ve kept busy and productive. It’s a hard balance to staying untouched by our Twilight Zone, and getting infected.
Sounds like your in a very good space to be amazed by Gods handiworks which give glory to
This our Creator. And helping Mommas for their upcoming babies. That’s a sacred honor and a duty to bring new life.
Lots of Good News coming out, people on substack
Are cutting edge and asking and discovering.
Facts are on our side. The ruling establishment is being exposed, one person, e-mail, text, evil is being shined upon. Only 17% of Americans got the bi valent vax. RFK is bringing up all vaxxines,
Election interference is front and center. Did you know Hunter biden while driving 172 MPH, was smoking crack, and filming all at same time.
Joe is in deep trouble.
The good news is if your don’t drink bud light
Or shop at target 🎯 then your helping these companies lose $8 billion dollars. Gender transvestites are the new antifa blm.
It gets more diabolical. It’s gets more absurd.
Gas lighting express they still want you injured, dead, silenced, demoralized.
It’s best to be informed. Better to be detached.
The good news is summer is Here! You get Sun
All year, here it’s on loan. Glad you got new gig
And home.