Words – treasure or spears?
Rather than us treasuring each others words, for the unique and balance of perspective that they bring us, many men and women are causing one another confusion/suffering/energetic drain with their words!
It is ridiculous for women to be talking to a man as though he were another woman, or men to be talking to woman, like she is a man. Rest assured, that awareness of what we are, leads us to a state where we can treasure what comes out of our mouths for the sharing.
When we know what we are, we can comfortably allow for our differences. When we allow for our differences, we can honor our differences, and we can then enjoy the unique perspective each other can bring to a situation with our words.
Bring it on!
My mother was the biggest bullying meanest female-man ‘nag’ of our time….of all time?;) So I SO know the cruelty of words, how cruel a woman can be, and of human-role stress from a human not knowing any clear guidelines or perspective, on how to behave or deal with another human. But ……times they are a changin’ 😉
About C'mon Be a Human Already!
Lover of life, love, joy and music and all that brings clarity to a planet in need. Author, transformative/self mastery educator, sound healer, & singer songwriter. I am particularly interested in all languages, history, bringing an understanding to and mastery of, our feelings and thoughts; helping people attain inner peace; healthy sexual expression, development of consciousness, and in so doing, bringing a balance of our true selves operating in harmony on earth. I can provide the answers, my life has given me this. We have just gone off course. ;)
I was born into a living hell, where I was not allowed to speak -even to learn how- and I needed to employ military survival tactics as a toddler just to get around the house unharmed.;) I was forced to figure out life, or I was not going to survive, and I did so with completely unbiased eyes, as I could trust nothing that I was told by family who intended me harm. I started meditating in early childhood as just a natural instinct to run away as far as I could, behind my eyes . Figuring out what had caused my mother not to possess any natural maternal instinct, and why she couldn' t love me, enabled me much insight and gave cause for intense, undistracted research. Now it has been given the name Antisocial Personality Disorder/Narcissism/Sociopathy, but as her cruelty and control disorder were always accompanied by historical rules, orders, sayings and beliefs, I learned much of the 'knowledge' leading our species astray at the time.
I wanted to be the best Human Being I could Be, and I wanted to know how. I ran away at 5 years old, with my 8 year old brother asking to come with me, but, having no where to go, I sat at the corner sweet shop realising this and returned in secret, unpacking my little case to 'stick it out'.
So, living within her cruel, ignorant ways, while secretly studying what life was really all about, I noticed my life as a microcosm of what was happening large scale across the globe, which inspired me to share what I learned. : )
Many Blessings to you on your journey!
C'mon, Be a Human Already!;) 