His silence was a lie
Her resentment grew into a storm
Saying nothing was oppression
in her mind
Secret fantasies of revenge
Played themselves out
in her imagination
She believed
He had a moral obligation
To speak up
Her life was poisoned
By his memory
And the wish to destroy him
Nursed her fantasies
As she pushed back against oppression
Against a tyrant
That never had the balls
To speak up
And tell her his truth
she painted over the rips
on her soul
and covered up the lies
under her lips
battle scars
that were visible
disappeared
under pink on her cheeks
appearances she easily altered
you would never know
the demons sitting on her chest
the bravery spread on her face
were letters that formed words
of a secret longing
that someone
would come along
and see through her
making visible
the words
she longs to speak
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As a society, we have been taught that the social norm is to wear masks to hide our identity, play games with others' emotions, and have high expectations of our partners. Nagging or withholding love from our partners to get them to conform is a similar pattern as a parent/child relationship. Both partners play the game of perpetrator, victim, and enabler which restricts the growth and evolution of self in order to conform to the connection.
The fragmented parts of self that have yet to merge will play out these archetypes in order to achieve resolution. Triggers bring up the slivers repressed through manipulation for power. Ultimately, it’s a form of bullying when one attempts to mold their partner into someone they are not, in order to receive acceptance and love.
An authentic, evolved relationship allows a safe space for partners to find conflict resolution and understanding. When we love our partner as an integral part of ourselves, we stop trying to dominate our relationships and allow our partner's a safe space for vulnerability, growth, and expression.
We discover through presence that we are all looking for a balanced reflection of love through giving and receiving; as mutual respect is so important.
We fall in love with the authentic essence of our partner's expression. The truest form of Love is to be given the freedom to live authentically as Soul’s design. Freedom and trust are the foundation for a healthy connection.
Anything else is simply a game and a waste of energy.
~©️Elayne Le Monde
Get out of your head
and into your heart.
You are not stuck.
You can never go back to the beginning.
Everything that has happened to you,
has,
in fact,
happened for a reason.
And maybe that reason hasn’t fully materialized yet.
Maybe the rejection was a gift
that you’re still needing to open and accept.
Maybe the damage inflicted upon you
was intended to test your will.
What have you learned?
What trauma have you experienced in life
that you’re still working through?
What part of your story is worth sharing,
and why aren’t you shouting it more loudly?
Everything that you’ve survived,
has,
in fact,
given new meaning to life.
And maybe that meaning doesn’t make sense yet.
Maybe pain was the purpose all along.
Maybe where you are now
makes you perfectly positioned to live an even more beautiful
and significant life.
Do it.
Live it.
Shout it.
Share it.
The anchors are gone.
There’s not one thing slowing you down.
There’s nothing holding you back.
Get out of your head
and into your heart.
You are not dead.
You’re ready for the restart.
J. Raymond
"Restart" from The Kindred Project: Vol. I
“Forget relationships and learn how to relate. Once you are in a relationship you start taking each other for granted – that’s what destroys all love affairs.
The woman thinks she knows the man, the man thinks he knows the woman. Nobody knows either! It is impossible to know the other, the other remains a mystery. And to take the other for granted is insulting, disrespectful. To think that you know your wife is very, very ungrateful. How can you know the woman? How can you know the man? They are processes, they are not things.
The woman that you knew yesterday is not there today. So much water has gone down the Ganges; she is somebody else, totally different. Relate again, start again, don’t take it for granted. And the man that you slept with last night, look at his face again in the morning. He is no more the same person, so much has changed. So much, incalculably much has changed.
That is the difference between a thing and a person. The furniture in the room is the same, but the man and the woman, they are no more the same. Explore again, start again. That’s what I mean by relating.”
~ Osho
Life will force you to change
In order to survive
Pain Is a calling
A calling to move
To do something
Be something
Stand up
Don't bow down
Pain
Forces you
To reach within
And find the warrior
Forces you
To make changes
Toxic relationships must go
Unloving thoughts towards yourself must end
You being your own worst enemy
No more
Time to take charge of your life
Own your feelings
And your past
No need to cry over regrets
There will be plenty of opportunities
To make more
But that's the beauty
Being able to make them
There's freedom in choices
Don't take it for granted
Not everyone in this God forsaken world
Has that freedom
But I'm reminding you
That you, my friend, do
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I'm at a point in life where I’m content
in the present.
I don’t fantasize over the future.
I’m not hung up on what could’ve been,
what should’ve been, who hurt me,
what I’m owed, what’s fair, unfair, right, wrong, or on any single thing I can’t go back
and do differently.
I’m doing differently now.
I'm moving deliberately with love.
Protecting and padding my peace.
Forgiving quickly. Setting boundaries.
Expressing gratitude freely.
I’m closer to the person I envisioned myself becoming than ever before.
I learned my lessons,
and I grew from places
I still can’t make sense of.
This isn’t where I thought I’d be,
but right here is where I am.
I’m not reliving long nights,
singing sad songs, commiserating over campfires that feel like purgatories.
I’m not pretending to be someone I’ll never be, I’m accepting that the best of me is someone to be proud of and plenty already.
I’m not begrudged, burdened, or looking over my shoulder. I’m not day dreaming. I’m not waiting. I’m not begging. I’m not pleading.
I’m not wishing.
I’m not forcing anything in or out of my life.
I’m listening. I’m receiving. I’m wide open.
The inside of my head and heart
was once hellish.
A neglected and abused place.
But not anymore. It’s flourishing.
Plush and succulent.
Somewhere teeming with appreciation. Nothing toxic can survive here.
Nothing limiting or critical thrives here.
I’d give you my eyes
and show you where to look,
but the beauty I see
exists within me.
J. Raymond
"The Beauty I See" from
The Kindred Project: Vol. II
