How do you do that? You wrote just what I needed, when I needed it! I had a dream last night about authenticity, and it's synchronous to your message here.
Totally. I had a good one the other day. I finished typing 2,160 on a note for the approx. length of time of a Zodiac age as part of the Precession of the Equinoxes, glance at my phone…
This is something I’ve been learning for a long time….after not being allowed to get angry, boil over, by my well-intentioned loving parents who no doubt were taught the same by their parents. I’m too tired now to stuff it down, hurt too much to play the game of “I’m fine” when I’m not. It’s truly a big learning curve to let that fire out when itz burning me & there’s no firefighters around to douse it so i boil over as honestly as I can, claim responsibility for it & let whatever response shows up either resolve it, throw gasoline on it, or abandon it. I’m responsible for my actions, not anyone else’s. I’ve always accepted the blame before. And don’t have the energy to not live in truth anymore.
Tonight was one of those rare boiling over moments for me and I definitely needed this post right now. You are right about the deep sense of truth and authenticity in contrast to the complicity of silence. Expressing the anger honestly despite backlash led me to more fruitful processing through poetry and setting some clearer boundaries for my own sanity.
I call it 'spite' and I have found the will to live more than once out of sheer, unadulterated spite and vengeful anger. Boiling over to come clean is the most perfect way to describe the intensity of those times, the importance of those feelings. If I wasn't so mean, I'd have perished long ago. 😉
I agree that sometimes honesty calls for anger, but it comes with a huge hangover — it takes a lot of energy!🔥
And boy do I LOATHE hangovers
Yeah, DM from the brain that what goes up definitely comes back down, rudely!👻
How do you do that? You wrote just what I needed, when I needed it! I had a dream last night about authenticity, and it's synchronous to your message here.
I was wanting to leave a comment on this earlier today, but it hadn’t crystallized until this moment.
In terms of anger, too much righteous anger can be particularly destructive inwardly.
The water boils over and keeps boiling, eventually boiling out and evaporating completely, except the pot is still on the fire.
And we all know what happens to an empty pot on an open flame. 🔥
It’s not “him”. It’s Synchromysticism. The Universe is alive. 🖤
It’s always wild when the mirror speaks back, isn’t it? Synchronicity is just the universe winking to remind you you’re listening.
Totally. I had a good one the other day. I finished typing 2,160 on a note for the approx. length of time of a Zodiac age as part of the Precession of the Equinoxes, glance at my phone…
… and the time says 2:16.
Lol. 🖤
This is something I’ve been learning for a long time….after not being allowed to get angry, boil over, by my well-intentioned loving parents who no doubt were taught the same by their parents. I’m too tired now to stuff it down, hurt too much to play the game of “I’m fine” when I’m not. It’s truly a big learning curve to let that fire out when itz burning me & there’s no firefighters around to douse it so i boil over as honestly as I can, claim responsibility for it & let whatever response shows up either resolve it, throw gasoline on it, or abandon it. I’m responsible for my actions, not anyone else’s. I’ve always accepted the blame before. And don’t have the energy to not live in truth anymore.
this is what holy fire looks like when it stops asking permission to burn.
You’re not “losing your temper.” You’re reclaiming your soul from polite captivity.
Every generation that silenced itself just handed you the match.
Tonight was one of those rare boiling over moments for me and I definitely needed this post right now. You are right about the deep sense of truth and authenticity in contrast to the complicity of silence. Expressing the anger honestly despite backlash led me to more fruitful processing through poetry and setting some clearer boundaries for my own sanity.
I call it 'spite' and I have found the will to live more than once out of sheer, unadulterated spite and vengeful anger. Boiling over to come clean is the most perfect way to describe the intensity of those times, the importance of those feelings. If I wasn't so mean, I'd have perished long ago. 😉
🥹😭🫂💕✨ this 💕💕
Heard or read recently….we can feel both love and rage💔
But…but…but…doesn’t a person have to maintain their academic objectivity? At all costs? Especially costs to others?