The most powerful information I received during my awakening was that giving is everything. We can not survive on our own, we must help others to help ourselves. And by helping others, we evolve into higher blessed beings.
GIVING IS EVERYTHING is written several times in my ayahuasca journal. Strength is beauty, ego is illusion and this world is fantasy.
I haven’t been the same since I got back from Colombia. Everyday I progress towards my higher self. With every passing day, I’m finding myself happier and awake.
I give to everyone. I love and respect everyone. Everyone needs love. Everyone deserves respect. However, I’m not sacrificing myself anymore to feed others false ego’s. Ego’s are dangerous. Ego’s cause pain and war. It’s truth’s opposite, opposite of humility and humanity. Therefore, I tell the truth – all of the truth and nothing I write is an embellishment or falsified in any way. If I exaggerate anything, writing in my own personal journal for my own benefit, than whats the point of it? If I’m not honest here, I can’t be honest anywhere.
The girl who had sex with my ex-boyfriend while I was in the next room, read my blog. Now she’s pissed. I can’t help the way I view her, it’s what I see until I see different. And I can’t ignore the times Dave put me in danger. He shot a gun out of my car window. Am I exaggerating that? He shot a gun out my car window, he nearly crashed Amy’s quad that she cherishes, shot off rounds in her old log cabin. How is this exaggerating? I’m stating, not telling.
I accepted who she is, I forgave her. It was a fucked up thing to do to me, but I forgave her. Nobody’s perfect and I don’t judge others on their faults and mistakes because why bother? Their shit has nothing to do with me. And who really cares what I think anyway? I’m not of brilliant mind, I’m no angel.
But I can’t have impartial friends. An impartial friend is someone I can’t be myself around, I always have to placate to their needs – to never say how I feel. No, I can’t have impartial friends. I tried that with my ex-friends, but I ended up suffering in the long run. It’s either all or nothing with me. But by saying how I feel, all the people who claimed to be my friends, turned out not being friends at all. Just shadows of what a real friend looks like. Like Plato’s cave allegory, only images having no substance. The beauty of it is that if they can’t be a real friend to me, then they can’t be a real friend to anybody, so I can’t take it personal. Not taking it personal is a great relief (at least for my ego).
What is a real friend anyway?
A real friend wouldn’t leave me stranded in a third world country because of her own warped agenda, a real friend wouldn’t sleep with my ex (let alone with me being there to hear the Ohh Ahh sounds [a painful twisting of the knife]), a real friend would always have my back, help me up when I fall (even if I say I’m okay) – a real friend would care. They would put themselves aside and care about someone other than themselves for even only two minutes. They have the rest of the day to divulge in themselves, they can’t take 2 minutes away from themselves to feel what it’s like walking in my shoes?
Eh, I don’t care anymore anyway. Everyone hates me, I’m a martyr that always gets yelled at for something. I make people see the truth they don’t want to hear and I get crucified. It’s always me that gets hurt. Always. I can handle it – bring it.
This is my blog, what I put in here is for me. Readers must read at their own risk because what comes out aint always pretty. If I feel I’ve been wronged, damn skippy it’s going in here.
The raw truth hurts, but here it is.
I’m not candy coating shit.
Whatever new friends I acquire now, will be of a different stock. Not just the shadows. As you get older you learn who your true friends are – this is sad news, but gets you in the doorway for something greater.
So anyway, that’s that. I told people not to read my blog anymore, I told them. But they insist. This girl is most likely going to give Dave the link to my blog so he can be rid of me too. People use me up like a tissue and throw me away when they don’t like the contents that come out of them. Everyone has gooey grossness on the inside. I put my own grossness on a pedestal. My blog is my high horse.
Anyway, what was I saying? Oh right, giving is everything. I want to sponsor a child from a foreign country. I just need to figure out the best foundation to do it with. That will be my project for tomorrow. That was the main point of my post this evening, but it turned into something way different. You never know where a post will take you..
- The Distinction between A Course in Miracles & A Course of Love (celiaelaine.wordpress.com)
- Does an author need to have a big ego? (chipmacgregor.com)
- Slurring my Days (melanieslifeonline.wordpress.com)
- Blogging Requires Ego (oncherrystreet.wordpress.com)
- Disengage from Meaningless Conflict (celiaelaine.wordpress.com)
- To help or to Hinder… that is the Question – let me explain… (responsiveuniverse.wordpress.com)
- your ego has no halo (unnecessarypoetry.wordpress.com)
- ego verses Ego. What is the difference? (susanpearson.me)
- Your thoughts and feelings are incredibly important and meaningful. (captainsachie.wordpress.com)
- Self-Sabotage: A Pathway to Destruction (psychcentral.com)