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Redefining Humanity

Photographer Unknown

Humanity is supposed to be what sets us apart from all other species. The ability to cognitively process the world and life around us. The capacity for compassion and empathy toward all other life. Yet, we see animals showing more humanity than humans, and inanimate objects processing more than a human mind could possibly fathom.

How have we come to this place? Why are the masses so desensitized? Since when is it cool to not care about life – our own and others? Why is death and the auspicious evils of society glorified?

Everyone wants to blame technology for distancing us from each other, but have we all forgotten the fact that we have the power of choice? We can choose to put the phones down. We can choose to meet face to face. We can choose to say, “Hi!” with a smile on our face to strangers. We can choose to accept others differences. We can choose to volunteer for a good cause. We can choose.

As Americans I feel we easily forget this privilege of choice. Granted not every American has choice since only 30% of the current workforce in the United States works full time. However, we still have a lot more freedoms than most people across the globe.

Today, I saw a line of cars sitting at a red light. The person in front of me, person behind me, and person next to me all rolled their windows up and scowled at the homeless woman and her dog.

When I was younger I used to be fearful of these people. I was terrified they wanted to harm me in one way or another. Now that I am older I realize that a series of misfortune has brought this individual to their lowly state.

No one chooses to be homeless. Some may choose to panhandle versus work a 9-5, but they are usually not homeless. No one wakes up and says, “Fuck this life! I’m just going to walk away from my life, and leave with nothing more than the clothes on my back and create a makeshift home on the side of the road.” If you know of someone who has, please give me their contact information because I would love to pick their brain.

As I looked at this woman, I unrolled my window and handed her an apple. She said, “God bless you” and I responded with “God bless you too” and gave her a genuine smile. I wanted to start a conversation and ask her if she knew there were options and resources out there to help her move out of poverty. However, I did not want to be rude or assert myself. The more I think about it though, the more I wish I had.

So many people out there do not realize how many wonderful programs and services are in place to really help people and make a difference in the world. It gives me hope for the healing of humanity happens one individual at a time. It is so beautiful and inspiring to see lives be truly touched.

For example, did you know that CalFresh or  “food stamps” as they used to be called actually subsidize commerce? This means that food stamps do NOT come out of taxpayer dollars. In fact, CalFresh, or food stamps actually enhance the local economy and keep farmers in business. So why not muster up the courage and let go of your ego for a moment to be proud of helping your economy, yourself, and your family (if you have one)?

There are so many times where we allow rumors and word of mouth to taint our minds with false information. If we just did our research, and lent out a helping hand when we have been able, we would be able to drastically alter our state of humanity.

Everyone deserves to have choice in a world where free will is given.

Everyone deserves love and compassion in all capacities.

Everyone deserves a helping hand and a listening ear, even if just for a moment.

Everyone deserves a chance at life.

Everyone deserves to be treated for what they are – a human being.

Om Mani Padme Hum.࿆ૐ

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You are NOT forgotten

Photographers Unknown. Edited by Eternal Waking Beauties

The whirlpools of chaos consume my mind.

How have I lost my footing?

The ground so solid beneath me

hollowed.

I have fallen.

Fallen into this abyss of insanity

that I dare not call home.

Where did this lackluster begin to weave the very fabric of my being?

I catch a reflection

perplexed by who stands before me.

This tattered soul. This vagrant form. This subspecies who no one dares call human.

And for what?

For asking to be used and abused time and time again?

For being force fed lies of disturbing proportions until it became an ingrained belief?

For my self destructive tendencies to only relinquish myself from the fear and the pain?

Or

For my open honesty?

For your feeling of uncomfort?

For rattling your perfect world of normalcy?

For tearing down what you know as reality?

Well this is reality for all too many and has become commonplace.

One out of every four women you know has been sexually assaulted at one point in their lives.

Do you have a mother?

A grandmother?

A wife?

A daughter?

A friend who recognizes her gender as female?

At least one of them has been groped without consent.

At least one has been objectified as they crawled out of their skin.

At least one has cried themselves to sleep with the disbelief of what occurred that evening.

At least one has felt hopeless and dead inside.

So please tell me why the uncomfort of my words weighs heavier than the uncomfort your love one had to live through?

No matter what you choose this truth exists and will continue to exist with our without your recognition.

So why not help?

Why not fight?

Why not take a stand?

This is not just a woman’s problem.

This happens to one out of seven boys as well.

They may not admit it.

But they still feel the heaviness of this unnecessary evil.

Allow these boys who are now men to have the right to feel.

Let them know there is strength in seeking help.

Let them know their dignity and masculinity will remain unscathed for being ready to heal.

These injustices are not okay now, nor will they ever be.

But the ways we choose to learn, heal, grow, and overcome are always right for us.

Be brave.

Take a stand for someone you love.

Especially if that someone you love is yourself.

Om Mani Padme Hum.࿆ૐ

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I am an advocate and survivor. If you ever need anyone to listen, I am here for you. Your voice and your life are precious. Remain empowered and safe Eternal Waking Beauties.

Without Fail

Photographer: Brooke Shaden

 

The young apprentice arises from her fallen heap.

I remember those times

those days

those nights

those weeks.

Toil and turmoil boiling over

this tainted and tarnished bliss.

We stand.

We fight.

We thrive

and do more than survive

for living is the most ethereal experience we are given in this dawn.

Awaken from this gruesome slumber you once called a home.

It is time to give it our all

just as the apprentice arises from her fallen heap.

Om Mani Padme Hum.࿆ૐ

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Featuring Serene

“My Guardian Angel, Serene” by Eternal Waking Beauties

When the night creeps upon me

The warmth of your wings around me

Remind me that I will never be alone.

“Soon we will be home.

We are never lost with each other

my dear

my dear

my dear.

My love for you floods the world with beauty and light for you may

Never be still and forever trust in yourself.”

Om Mani Padme Hum.࿆ૐ

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Consume Me

Sculpture by Alexandr Milov Burning Man 2015

Do not tell me tails of you twisted broken heart.

I have faltered on this gaze before.

Your breath is shallow as I tense in anger.

Fear consumes my being as you are once again lost.

How can I hold you? How can I keep you close?

My past fueling the flames to your careless rage.

Tolerance is needed for bliss, and yet we have none.

Time has slowed – our passion entwined.

I must leave to prove my love sacred for this moment comes but once in a lifetime.

I cannot hold you tightly without losing grasp.

I cannot keep you fully whilst you fumble with my baggage.

I refuse to look back as we part our frayed ways.

I feel the unraveling of our last strand as we snap into utter loss.

The decision has been made and the damage has been done.

My soul dies with this moment.

Om Mani Padme Hum.࿆ૐ

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Honey Bee Encounter

Picture taken by Eternal Waking Beauties

 

She gazed out as the trees wrestled with glee. Their voices were the most prevelant of the wind chatter. The breeze cooled down her face.

“It’s time to go.” She said to herself as she looked back inside.

The warmth of the day felt so good as she enveloped herself in the sun’s rays. Parched, she reached for the glass as beads of water rolled down the side. The single cube clinked as she began chugging down the sweet nectar of life.

It was uncanny how quiet the world seemed despite the restless waves of air pouring over her. She couldn’t hear the routine songs for the day, nor the mindless chatter of endless languages that passed her stoop.

“Mr. Magpie must be taking a break from his tiresome post.” Her inner dialogue continued. “Perhaps he has a family to tend to.”

Then, she felt his presence. The spirit of a hardworking, focused, and magical ethereal being. Beating his wings lightning fast procuring a reverberating hum that jolted through her chest.

So sweet and soft the tired, little bee buzzed along looking for respite from his exhausting day. She willed him to use her humble space as a haven while he regenerated his life force for the trip home.

“Thank you for your giving nature.” He whispered with a grateful sigh.

Water pooled in the shallow dish of the lavender sitting between them as he lapped up the cool oceans of refreshing life. With one final glance he returned to the skies.

Om Mani Padme Hum.࿆ૐ

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I was originally planning on writing about Honey Bees as a Totem or spirit animal, however, the article below does such an immaculate job; I wouldn’t do it the same justice. Enjoy this glorious website!

Bee Symbolism & Meaning | Spirit, Totem & Power Animal

The Sun Doesn’t Always Shine When Out

Artist: Jeffrey Smith

Sometimes there are stormy days when the sun shines brightly.

I cast my net of imperfection among the massive sea.

With hopes that abundance and prosperity get washed upon my empty shore.

The reluctant hope and faith of my fibers are translucent with nothing to show. Helpless I alter my gaze.

Patiently I wait.

I wait.

I wait.

I wait.

Realizing something is amiss I project gratitude.

I am thankful for this day.

I am thankful for this breath.

I am thankful for this sea.

I am thankful for the sun.

I am thankful for this life.

I will ask for nothing more than the constant understanding, compassion, and gratitude life has given me.

The rain begins to pour.

The clouds begin to thunder.

The lightening begins to strike.

I become the beacon of the sun.

I begin to radiate with light.

I begin to project warmth and love.

I have become prosperous in an abundance of life.

I am content.

Om Mani Padme Hum.࿆ૐ

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