I had an interesting day...started off swell but I had a feeling. Too many things out of place. Anomalies. So I was ready for some sort of fuckery to pop off. The nasty surprise was that I was going to be caught in the midst.
I neglected to read the fine print on my soul contract. The one that says once you experience an inner revolution it will most assuredly be outpictured in your life. Shit, I'm over here feeling like Che Guevara is leading this uprising...
against me!
So much dramatic rollercoaster shit that a bitch got queasy for a minute. Re-center. More drama. Rinse. Repeat.
And you know me...I'm trying to apply some higher level understanding to things, but the human side is all like "man...what in thee fuck?" Here I AM, trying to crawl out of this fuckinG old skin, and I'm being confronted by things in which I have absolutely no interest. Old storyline; stupid bitch and hoe shit.
I won't bore you with details.
So I'm pissed the eff off...more at myself for getting caught up. Plus I got the other player on the stage running after me talking about she's sorry. Not allowing me that space to regroup. Jeezly crow, can people give that drama shit a rest?
Now this wasn't the first time I've been attacked; it was the source that threw me off. But that's the mark of the Trickster. The demons come mercilessly for those who fight for the right to be. You just never know who will group up with whom.
Snakes in the garden indeed.
I know some people feed off the energy of their haters. I get that. Typically if you're good at transmuting you can use their foolishness as fuel for the fire. However, jealousy directed at me does nothing but activate a sort of dispassionate compassion. I happen to know that if you were focusing on doing your own damn self, you wouldn't be worried about what I'm doing in my sector of the universe. Hell if you're so bored with your inner that you have to fuck up my outer then I can't do anything...
but laugh. My feathers may get ruffled but they smooth out real easy, cause I'm cool like that. Besides all of this is just so....Lisa. Leave it to me to get into some crazy, freaky Jason, weird wild better than a movie type shit. I'm being pushed to a new level of being. Practice runs with my sword. And yeah....there are some folks that won't like it. Heck, even I was thrown off balance a little.
It's just that the beat is different. I have to get used to this new rhythm.
Come back a little later to check my footwork...I'm a fast learner. ;)
Posted by Lisa at May 26, 2008 03:31 AM