Make up or Break up?

Today I would like to talk about make-up... you know... the stuff that you squeeze out of a tube in exactly the same shade as your skin, to put on your skin, so that it looks like, er, skin... except only it blocks up your pores so that your face can't breathe and you feel like you're walking around with cling-film on your head... Then there comes the blusher, so that you look pleasantly flushed and ever so slightly aroused... along with the gluey, sticky plastic lip gloss to make you look like you've just been snogged by a giant slimy, sea snail... I mean come on... really. I'm glad that the one girl I did fall in love with was a nature-loving hippie kinda gal, cause I'm not sure I could handle the lip glue, I mean, gloss... but it's radioactive raspberry flavour, what's not to like? Then comes the eyeshadow (in just the right shade to make your eyes 'POP!')  then the eyeliner (to make them really 'POOOP!!') and finally the mascara ('POOOOOP!!!'...) yeah, poop. Top that all off with a few quick spritzes of Eau de Chinese factory à la Synthetic Musk (mmmmm... fake deer's testicle smell...) and enjoy the feeling of your aura shrinking like a beautiful flower that has just been sprayed with weed killer. But wait... you are still naked (shhhhh!) and oh what an awful sight in the mirror... I really shouldn't have eaten that banana slim-fast for breakfast... where are my skinny jeans? Let me see if I can squeeze my feminine shape into a polyester cut out of a twelve year old boy... hmmm... this hurts my stomach... oh well. Suck it up. Ladies... Gentlemen... (and everyone inside out and in between...) what is it that we really want? Don't we all just wish that someone out there in the world could really see us?... and by see I really mean see... (you'll know the difference...) because if our eyes are the windows to our souls, then we are hurling them wide open, adorning them with flashing neon lights and 24hour 'OPEN' signs and screaming, please, please... connect with me on a deep level... see me... love me... and I mean really love me... (without my short skirt... my skinny jeans... my sky high shoes and my super sweet sugary slimy sea snail smooched smile... Seriously. When did submissive = sexy? Now, I think I better point out here, that I like make-up... (what?) yeah... I actually do. I think it can be an art form, a way of creative expression, and even a spiritual ritual... but, the intention is everything (as it always is...) and if you are covering yourself in cheap, synthetic, chemical-based products because you feel that your face is unworthy of appreciation, that your body is not yet good enough to be loved and that your soul should not yet be allowed to shine through the thin covering of skin that seemingly separates you from the rest of the universe... then take it all off. Go fill a sink with warm water, a few drops of essential rose oil and find a soft, clean face cloth. You are beautiful just as you are. No matter what anyone has ever told you, no matter what your mind continues to playback to you and no matter what you fear that other's will say in the future. Go outside, and if the sun is shining, let it soak into your skin and your spirit, or if the rain is pouring, let it freshen and enliven you... If you feel like morphing into a pretty glittering fairy, or a wild, fearless lioness, or a bright blue, beaded, braided Na'vi... by all means, whip out the make-up bag and go ape... but try to use natural products that nourish your skin and the planet (it's what Neytiri would use anyway...) and know that you are already all of these things. You are already a glittering lioness of immeasurable beauty... and your face reflects your inner peace, happiness, strength, self-acceptance and love, so let yourself shine from within. You will find that when you follow your truth, take your power back and love yourself as much as you wish another to love you, then your eyes will glisten and shine with joy, wide and open like a curious child trying to take in all the world's beauty, your face will be naturally flushed by the life force flowing strongly within you and your lips will be full and sensuous because your blood will be rich with ecstasy... (and Maybelline will go out of business... nah nah.) Have a beautiful day everybody and give me some feedback if you meet your soulmate at the bus stop wearing nothing but your gorgeous, natural smile... ;)  PEACE and LOVE............................ <3

RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE...

ANGER... like many emotions, often seems to be complex combination of feelings and sensations rather than a simple, straight-foward reaction to a current situation... and there are many different ways in which it apparently manifests... I believe that there are two basic emotions, LOVE and FEAR, and that every thought and action arises from either one... but I also believe that anger can come from BOTH of these states. Sometimes, anger is your Spirit's way of saying "NO THANK YOU." Especially for those of us with Indigo characteristics, we may have built up a lot of rage and aggression in our minds and bodies, because when you are basically a walking human lie detector, self-aware to the point where your stomach physically hurts if you speak or act against your inner truth and knowing, and eyes that can see with x-ray vision into the hearts of people, situations and institutions, 'feeling' (yeah we feel a LOT...) instantaneously their level of integrity and alignment with love and Oneness. Many of us grew up with the feeling of being too old for our age, acutely aware of the contradictory answers thrown at us by the adults, and with a growing uneasiness and anger when we began to realise that these people in power, our parents, our teachers, our doctors and our governments, who had often told us to shut up and listen, were talking from fear, from ego and from memory, passed on by their own parents, teachers and leaders. There comes a point where you suddenly wake up and say to yourself "oh shit... if everything I've ever been taught is a lie, what is the truth?" Anger is not considered an appropriate response in our society either. Most probably because the kind of spiritual anger, discussed before, would threaten to disconnect the safety net of the status quo, and shock the system out of it's false security. So much of our anger gets suppressed. This is because we are so afraid to be outcast, abandoned and unloved if we dare to express ourselves. However, there comes a point where the pressure becomes so strong, the spirit craves authenticity so acutely, that aloneness is a risk worth taking... and the truth is, that as soon as you begin to raise your voice, with assertiveness and awareness, you attract angelic assistance and other humans who understand and support you on deep levels, you are not alone... So next time you feel the blood in your veins begin to boil, when you feel like smashing your head (or in extreme situations someone else's...) against a brick wall, remember that the wall is just a symbol of all the times you were told that you were wrong to feel what you were feeling, to say what you were saying, to be what you were being... so be yourself, don't judge yourself or feel guilty for what you feel, let it come and let it go... go smash a drum kit, kick a football, write a song (or a blog...) walk outside, hug a tree, drink some tea, and know that your soul is always free, so... JUST BE................................................................... O:)