I LET GO OF THAT WHICH NO LONGER SERVES MY HIGHEST GOOD

Yes, I finally did it. I de-activated my Facebook account. I had to finally break a very unhealthy addiction. Thanks to some lovely “moral majority – right wing” #dolts who have not a clue what a FACT is, who turned around after I wrote my last blog and insisted that it was “leftist bullshit” and that I was mentally ill (CORRECT? cuz FACTS have a party affiliation? And when you can’t come back with anything to intellectually debate, of course you attack someone’s mental health or physical appearance!) I thought, WHY IN THE NAME OF ANYTHING GOOD AM I WASTING MY TIME WITH THESE #DOLTS? Yes, “I let go of that which no longer serves my highest good.” And if you who I have been feverishly debating (with futility I might add) are reading this, I truly do thank you for sparking my greater intelligence. My better judgement said, “Get rid of Facebook altogether because the IGNORANCE on there disturbs you so that you can’t simply just “scroll on by.”” Yes, in my EDUCATED OPINION, IGNORANCE prevails amongst those who still are waiving the flag in the name of patriotism in this day and age. This is #fakepatriotism, IMO. Little do most “wavers” realize that the most patriotic thing a TRUE American can do is question his government, his leadership, and when it is not serving it’s people as it should, not hide behind a flag, or an anthem or “service” in our armed forces to defend our so-called freedom. Oh, that last sentence is definitely an opinion although I sure stand behind what Teddy said… FYI, I will no longer be writing my blogs to waste time on #dolts, yet hopefully, through my own shit storms and blisses of life, write for those who are interested in being better and more evolved humans and taking the optimum care of our planet and ALL it’s life forms! ONWARD…

About 8 months ago, I began a daily recital upon awakening the mantra above that titles this blog. It was one that was given to me a very long time ago from one of my Spiritual teachers in California. Two weeks after crossing over the border of peaceful Canada into this cesspool of drama and political chaos, I watched and FELT myself getting more tense, getting more ANGRY… People kept telling me I was angry and I was like, “Really, you think so??? Duh!” I think I am self-aware enough to take some time when feeling stuff like that arise in me to take a step back, to take a breath and get to what the root of it is as to not let it leak out to situations or direct it at people who do not deserve it. As I wrote recently, there is nothing wrong with expression of anger as long as it is directed towards what or who you are actually angry at and as long as it does not turn violent or harm another. Anger is just an E-motion = energy in motion. That is why those who have pent up stress or anger often resort to exercises like kick boxing to release it. (BTW, my recent anger that arose was properly directed at the #fuckingdolts who still support that Orange Anus. So, after the events of Thursday which I am getting to, A VERY wise woman advised me on Friday… “Sue, now that you have found what you think the root is, (operative word is think there – wink wink ūüėČ why not go to a big beautiful tree in the yard and wrap your arms around it and send it down into the earth, to the very core, where the molten lava exists? And then, don’t forget to ask Gaia, or the GREAT SPIRITS THAT BE, to come in and replace that emotional release (anger) with a positive and healthy energy.” Best advice in that moment for sure. Thank you Cyndy! I will continue repeat this process until the bucket of anger is empty, so that I do not have to dip back in again. A wise and aware person, never lets that bucket fill back up again if they truly are living consciously in the moment, which is what I attempt to do each and every day. So, in closing this thought, I am going to again state that there is absolutely nothing wrong with anger. It’s all how you handle and express it. So again, I want to thank the #FUCKINGDOLTS for bringing to light my RAGE over IGNORANCE! After what I am about to share next I do believe a HUGE piece has been lifted in the last few days and I can now allow more of my divine flow in or step further into my Goddess shoes (or flip flops ūüėČ as Cyndy also recently suggested.

I arrived back in my beloved hometown late on last Wednesday evening, 9.27. As those of you know who have read my recent blogs, I do not have very fond memories of growing up in WNY and could not wait to get out of here after high school. I woke however on Thursday refreshed and happy to be “grounded again” at least for a short spell, to begin the work of editing over 800 images shot on my recent journey. Mona is also happy to be back with her boyfriend Matix. My sister Mary came out to Clarence to have lunch with us and it was pleasant and relaxing. I bid her a good day and came into the house to find 2 messages on my computer from a friend in my sister Barb’s neighborhood. They simply said “Sue” and then another “Sue.” I can’t explain the feeling that came over me, but I knew it was really NOT good. My mind immediately went to the worst. And my worst was confirmed shortly thereafter a brief phone call with Shannon Maurer, that my sister was indeed deceased. For any of you that knew my sister Barb, you do know that she had basically been a shut in for the last 2 decades, more or less. After the birth of her second son in San Francisco, she started experiencing terrible neurological problems, such as her mind thinking to turn on a light switch and her body not responding. Without elaboration, I will say that her life slowly became hell, that living in her at heaviest 115 lb body became more and more excruciating. So, with great grace, dignity and COURAGE, my sister Barb took her own life at 63 years old on September 28. 2017. She leaves behind 2 wonderful young men in the world with new families of their own. A few years ago when Barb made it common knowledge that she wished to exit her body, she made it very clear that she thought her work was done on the planet in this lifetime, raising her sons so that each had loves in their lives and children either on the way or already here. Unfortunately, she told too many people, myself being one of them, an

Barb on the lower right and sister Mary above at Phyllis DeJohn’s wedding in Atlanta 10.11.86. I do believe that is how Barb would wish to be remembered before vaccine damage rendered her less than. Her Spirit will live on… RIP B from A

d I told someone who called Crisis Services against my adamant plea not to do so crying on my knees in her house. I consider this to be one of the biggest mistakes of my life because my poor sister not only had to endure another 3 plus years in a body that did not serve her, but when they threw her in the hoosegow, (aka as the psych ward – and here is where the RAGE comes in for she was NOT MENTALLY ILL IN THE LEAST!!!) she had a massive seizure and busted up her shoulder requiring major surgery and adding more pain on top of the already existing unbearable… I wish to end here and now without elaborating on how it has effected everyone involved. Nor do I believe any more details are necessary to be expelled here except MY SISTER DID NOT DIE FROM A MENTAL ILLNESS as I am certain the “town that friendship built and gossip destroyed (Barb coined that phrase by the way) would probably like to be reveling in rumor.” LET IT BE KNOWN HERE THAT MY SISTER DIED WITH DIGNITY AND GRACE AND HAD MORE COURAGE TO DO WHAT SHE DID, (DESPITE WHAT OTHERS MAY DEEM COWARDICE) THAN 99% OF THE HUMANS I AM ACQUAINTED WITH WILL EVER HAVE! Unlike what the “Christians” might say that she went to hell for “suicide” I beg to differ. Like a pure-souled animal, she went to the human rainbow bridge, right straight on, not passing GO or collecting $200! She very basically assisted herself out of a body that no longer could house her gregarious Spirit. [¬†By the way, even if Barb DID have mental health issues, the whole stigma of mental health and suicide is yet another sickness in our Western society that needs to be healed.]

In closing… “I let go of that which no longer serves my highest good.” The gamut of emotions I have experienced during this, definitely one of, if not THE most difficult times of my life, are up at the surface and raw. Boy, have I had my work cut out for me after the last days as anyone would have expect. One of my main points being here is be careful what you ask for, cuz you definitely will get it and you NEVER know what it will look like. And, ALSO, this is NOT about me, but the situation has caused me to WTFU further. This is about my sister Barb who was one of the toughest, outspoken, brilliant, truth-telling, pain-in-the-ass bitches I have ever met, my role model since I was a very young girl. She unfortunately was cast aside by Western medicine and often shrugged off as her illness being “in her head.” SO ~ FUCK YOU Merck Sharp & Dohme Corp for manufacturing a faulty Rubella vaccine and having women either die or wind up in complete paralysis for life as the result of an adverse reaction. My sister was a victim of your faulty vaccine, but unfortunately did not meet the statue of limitations for a law suit from which a nice settlement may have allowed her to live a far more comfortable life away from the climate as a shut in in Hamburg, NY for 25 years.¬†FYI… Merck settled multiple million dollar law suits out of court with gag orders (which to anyone with a brain, admits their obvious guilt.)

RIP Barbara Ann Culig Ruof…

I am writing this in your favorite color, the one you joked about painting Felix when you lived in your beloved San Francisco!!! Without your guidance and love in my life, I would probably be dead or heroine addicted on the streets. I’m very sorry for disappointing you of late. In your honor, I will live my very best life with courage, honesty, integrity, strength and dignity from here on out. When I think I am having a “bad” day, I will say “Fuck it” and invite Mick and the Boys and/or David Lee Roth for dinner. I will not dwell on the petty shit. I will do absolutely everything I thought you wanted me to do or that which you were unable to do in a shitty, shitty, vehicle/body that you absolutely did not deserve. ūüôĀ¬†One of these days, hopefully soon, we can erect the “Church of the Almighty Girlfriend” in your honor. That promise I hope I can keep to you before I too exit this plane of existence. Know though that it already exists without a physical structure ūüėČ

Always with a smile, humor and ultimately classy, even when she was telling someone to “Fuck off.” That was my sister Barb, seen here in one of the last photos I took of her in yard on 9/14/14. As one of her dear friends said, “She could talk like a truck driver, but also sing like a bird. She wasn’t for everyone, but I totally dug her.” So did I, Auntie Phyl, So did I…

To those of you readers who have made it this far, don’t grieve for me. Get ANGRY at Western Medicine for fucking my sister over. And send your most heartfelt sympathies to her sons who no doubt are paralyzed with grief. Thank God they had her as long as they did, because she knew they would be solid and and strong enough to get through it. I am eternally grateful I had as many years as I did with my beloved sister, guide, confident, Spiritual teacher, and over-all INCREDIBLE and BRILLIANT human being. Remember, “Religion is for people who fear Hell. Spirituality is for those who have been there.” ~Unknown

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“ABLE IS A GIVEN, WILLINGNESS IS A CHOICE.” ~ A. R. N. Greenleaf

TALES OF IGNORANCE…¬†THE DEBATE OVER FACTS AND OPINIONS

By this time, it’s likely that I have made some new enemies from those formerly of or currently living in my hometown and probably elsewhere amongst those who wish to stick to their guns and opinions without facts. Is it my goal to make enemies? Absolutely not. Do I care? Sure I do! Am I going to lose sleep around it? Nope… I’m going to speak my mind and back up my opinions with facts.

A good friend and fellow REAL and DOWN TO EARTH human (with, I might add, immense intellectual capabilities that she actually uses)¬† and I recently had the discussion of why we have no tolerance for IGNORANCE. It comes down to only one reason… All humans have the ability to inform themselves of FACTS and the TRUTH, but if the willingness to spend time doing so is not there, IGNORANCE ENSUES. The old “I don’t want to take my head out of the sand ‘cuz it’s real comfortable just where it is and has been mentality.”¬†NO TOLERANCE. Not when it comes down to the current climate in the United (quickly becoming divided) States of America. Why is it that the rest of the world can see the truth and that a large faction of Americans refuse to believe anything other than what FOX news, the uber conservative media or the Orange Anus tells them???

ONLY ONE ANSWER. IGNORANCE… Oh, and LAZINESS too. It’s much easier to turn on the TV and let someone else give you their OPINION. So much easier than going…. Geez,¬†that feels funny in my gut, I’m going to do some investigation and see what I come up with… Is the person I elected as my POTUS a person with morals and ethics? Yes, an intelligent person absolutely QUESTIONS EVERYTHING!

Next, can someone please tell me why people don’t understand the difference between opinions and facts? Let me just put some FACTS out there for y’all today. Let me put very clearly right here in BLACK AND WHITE with links for those of you who are TRULY the lazy ones, for those telling me what an angry unpatriotic bitch I am, oh and a fat, ugly, one as well of late! Cuz lord knows when you’re put on the spot to present facts and can’t, you say stuff like “get a job you lazy, fat ass” or call someone an ugly “rug muncher” that looks like Bruce Jenner! Great job, James, (a self proclaimed “white boy/cracker.”) Your brilliance and ability to intelligently debate has really shown through! To the “retired white boy who served in the almighty Marines” (oh, and by the way, got paid for it, and mostly likely “retired” after far fewer years than most “hard-working” people with good benefits no doubt) if you TRULY wish to “defend your country,”¬†why not go volunteer on the front lines for the upcoming nuclear war? Why not go volunteer now that you are “retired” in a hospital where the majority of the patients cannot afford to pay bills to keep themselves alive because of corporate and fossil fuel greed and the largest defense budget in the world, triple of China and quintuple that of Saudi Arabia AND because health care has become nothing but a for profit business in this country? I warned you Jimmy Boy, not to try and go tit for tat with me ‘cuz I would bury your sorry, white-supremacist ass. No one stoops so low to attack my rumored “sexuality” and/or my physical appearance and gets away with it! That has to be THE most ignorant way to try and demean or insult someone in 2017 good ole US of A! ONWARD….

So here we go…
First, please click on the word to see the definition of FACT. 
 
Please do the same for OPINION. BY THE WAY, YOU CANNOT DISPUTE MERRIAM WEBSTER WITH YOUR FOX NEWS INDUCED MENTALITY!!!
 

FACT #1 – The Asswipe in Chief (or AIC -how I affectionately refer to YOUR POTUS) did NOT receive 50% of the vote. Mind you this link displays percentages before the results of the Russian intervention investigation. CLICK HERE TO SEE FACTS.

 

FACT #2 – The Asswipe in Chief owes the Russian mafia billions of dollars because he could no longer secure any financing for his “ventures” in this country after multiple million dollar banckruptcies. Just Google this or go to THE PALMER REPORT to read it should you wish to expose yourself to the FACTS.
 
FACT #3 – the people that voted for the AIC and are currently still supporting him, elected someone who had ABSOLUTELY NO POLITICAL EXPERIENCE WHATSOEVER and had continuous shady business dealings in both this country and many others around the world, mainly Russia. That needs no fact link. It’s just simply the TRUTH!
 

FACT #4 your AIC executed not one, not two, not three, but FOUR BANKRUPTCIES. SEE HERE FOR FACTS AND AMOUNTS. And you voted for him to help recover your country and it’s economy financially from the MESS Obama made??? I am just completely taken aback at the SHEER IGNORANCE AND ABSURDITY of it all.

FACT #5 – the closer Mueller gets to nailing his ass and the Russian collusion that put him into office, the more he stirs and heats up the media with bullshit like calling professional athletes “Sons of Bitches” and telling them they should be fired. Since when does the POTUS ever offer up such a staunch COMMAND publicly? Since your POTUS is a former TV celebrity paid lots of money to fire people on air.
 

FACT #6 – What your AIC does to divert media and public attention away from his grand misdeeds and onto bullshit like the NFL fiasco is called “Wagging The Dog.” < Click on it!!! The people that have been brainwashed by his jargon, “Make America Great Again” as well as others who are just not intelligent or¬†WILLING enough to see deeper what is really going on will keep supporting him no matter what, even when the FACTS are displayed in blaring, flashing neon lights. They will look at these acts (that are indeed patriotic by expressing their freedom of speech and to peacefully protest according to the first amendment to OUR constitution) as your AIC wishes them to be seen – unpatriotic. By creating drama around situations like football players taking a knee, it takes the attention off of the real news, such as the disasters in Puerto Rico, Florida and Texas. By “Wagging the Dog,” he takes the media attention off of himself and the current investigation. In essence good sheeples, it’s like starting a big fire and saying “Here, look at this!!! Don’t look at that.” < oh Jeez, was that an opinion or an example of what your President is doing that a kindergartner can understand???

One last aside here… for those of you who have accused me of being angry, DAMN STRAIGHT I AM!!! I don’t think you who elected and are still supporting the AIC, the madman, crude, rude, lying piece of feces, misogynist realize that you weren’t electing your high school treasurer,

YOU WERE ELECTING THE FUCKING PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED (yet rapidly dividing) STATES OF AMERICA!!! AND people… FYI… there is absolutely nothing wrong with anger directed towards what one is angry about! It’s a healthy emotion that when held inside makes someone depressed and physically ill or nuts enough to pull out a freely accessible automatic weapon and shoot up a school filled with children. AND… I’m not getting sick or depressed over YOUR IGNORANCE AND DENIAL TO SEE THE FACTS!!! — AND, I am not going away until I leave the country I have loved so much because it’s unhealthy for me to keep living in and surrounded by INTENSE¬†IGNORANCE!!!

–¬† SMH

There, the angry, fat, ugly, rug munching bitch has spoken once again. 👋🏼 for now. I’ll be back 😁

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THE TOWN THAT FRIENDSHIP BUILT AND GOSSIP DESTROYED

THIS BLOG IS PUBLISHED IN HONOR OF A WOMAN WHO WAS NOT AFRAID TO SPEAK HER TRUTH EVER… RIP B… 7.20.54 – 9.28.17

And I welcome myself back to what I currently dub as borderline civil war hell, aka the Divided States of America. Some who have known me many years know that because of my extensive travels on the North American continent, Europe and the Middle East, I have often returned to the US, which is where my passport was issued, thinking how utterly dysfunctional we are as a nation. I make that statement not discounting the great things about this nation I cherish, such as my freedom of speech first and foremost, and my birth as a woman in a relatively “free country” that allows me to travel the world. Yes, there are definitely a few things, alongside the immense beauty of this land, that I value as being a US Citizen. Some call my opinions based on experience and facts about the current state of affairs in the US¬†unpatriotic . Some deem my¬†opinions based on experience and facts a display of my arrogance. Some simply call my¬†opinions based on experience and facts being an “asshole!” Needless to say, after 32 years of excursions outside of this country, I have earned the right to say that the USA is DEFINITELY NOT THE GREATEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD. And I question if it ever indeed was…¬†

the road to the border crossing in Calais, Maine

After leaving the bubble of peaceful Canada a full week ago on 9/20 and Maine just this past Saturday, 9/23, I knew that my arrival in Hamburg, NY was imminent. Today, I shall travel to “the Town that Friendship Built and Gossip Destroyed.” I don’t bunk down there any longer when in Western NY thanks to a great friend with an uber serene place out in the country who stores my few remaining possessions of value and gives Mona and I refuge and use of her house when needed. The further away from Hamburg the better for me!!! The town is an ever more sprawling suburb south of the city of Buffalo by say 20-90 minutes, depending on the weather. Hamburg is also right smack dab in the middle of the “snow belt.” So when you read in the paper or see on TV that Buffalo got 6 feet of snow, it most likely is in Hamburg. My parents moved us there when I was 2, when Parker Road was still a country road. We had a big back yard an iconic red barn across the street with horses. Traffic was minimal and it was an ideal place to grow up playing outside. When the farmer across the street died, a greedy neighbor down the street bought the property and land and then sold it to a developer who built these audacious “patio homes.” When they tore down the barn across the street to build, I cried. Yes, my 91 year old father still lives in his home on Parker Road. Admittedly, I have mostly had a hate relationship with that area/town. Why? First, because I endured so much intense family dysfunction in my parent’s home growing up with a raging alcoholic. Second, when I was 7 years old, I developed VITILIGO, an autoimmune disorder where the melanocyte cells attack one another and one’s pigment disappears. (In my book, I shall detail what the Spiritual/Metaphysical explanation is to Vitiligo. It basically is a “complete inability to feel like one belongs” according to Louise Hay.

with a equine friend/family in Meat Cove, Nova Scotia. ¬†When wee ones ask about my skin disorder, I tell them I am half human, half horse ūüôā

One can only imagine the scars this left on me well into my mid 40’s. Here I will extend big gratitude to some of my childhood friends from St Bernadette’s catholic grade school like Paula Jordan, Amy Marshall, Joanie Pawlowski, Cathy Carlone, Mark Weimer, Larry Rosiek, Joe Ruesch… who were all very sweet about my unsightly disorder as a child. They affectionately dubbed me “Cougar” and Paula told me yesterday that her very sweet, nearing 90 year old mom, Mary Beth, still calls me Cougar to this day! ¬†[[ I’m not sure exactly why cougar because leopards had spots, not cougars. Amy Marshall called me Cougar Poopathorn.]] Anyway, thanks to the few who were kind and screw the rest who stared and said “ewww!”¬†I specifically remember one time at the village swimming pool when a kid a bit older than me walked by me, pointed and stared and said to her mother “Ewwww, what is wrong with her skin?” (I’ve always had olive Croatian skin and tan fast and dark leaving my “spots” blaring.) She looked as if by glaring at it, she would catch it. It’s just a small example of the pain due to human’s ignorance I endured in this white bread mentality town over the years. For some reason, as a friend and I recently discussed, there is an air of superiority that exists in this weird fucking town. For some reason, some of the “high society” people in Hamburg had this strange idea that they were better than everyone else. Mostly, it was the parent’s of my friends who had a membership to the local country club. And if your father was a dentist or a doctor, it gave your mother a reason to walk around like “her shit didn’t stink” as my beloved down-to-earth mother used to say.

So, this upcoming time in Western New York will be short lived. I’m not interested in staying in an area any longer that has such bad memories and a faction of GOP ignorance in the population that refuses to see the current destruction this administration is wreaking country and worldwide. Quite honestly, as I have agreed on numerous forums of late, we all are entitled to our opinions. However, when your opinions are based on #fakenews, and current government and media propaganda to promote what the Orange Anus is attempting to execute, should you initiate a discussion, I WILL FEVERISHLY DEBATE YOU WITH FACTS until the day is long. So beware my WNY friends, if we do not share the same thoughts about the current POTUS and how he and his media (Fox and Breitbart) are persistently attempting to destroy and divide America, you just might want to avoid me. Yes, J.P., an uneducated and military arrogant ass I went to High School with (I strongly disliked him there because he thought he was God’s gift and only liked to affiliate with the prettiest girls, although he never could get one) I want to thank you for showing your true self yesterday by rebutting to my request for reason on a friend’s post, by calling me fat, ugly, telling me I looked like Bruce Jenner, (little did he know that Bruce does not exist any longer) attacking my supposed sexuality (which is rumored only and food for that wonderful gossip that destroys relationships) and showing your true ignorance. You made me feel like I was right back in grade school again and getting mocked for my skin disorder and teased relentlessly for being overweight. Except, as a 53 year old, well travelled, well educated, tough bitch who has been through far more shit than was in your fatigue pants when you served, I realize how unbelievably shallow some folks still are. I thank the Great Spirits that BE, that I have grown up to understand that you are most likely and quite sadly suffering enough from your own insecurities to attack someone else as such. I’ll be back! Namast√©

 

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A FURTHER AWAKENING – September 23, 2017 – EMBODY THE LIGHT

A very good 9/23/17 morning to you all from the town of Camden, Maine! This beautiful mid-coast community was my home on and off from 1988-1991. It holds a very special place in my heart as well as I am discovering, an energetic power grid on our continent. I have long wondered why I feel so at peace here, why I connect so deeply to nature, the people, the Maine culture, and most importantly, my higher self. Recollecting back to my 3rd month into this stretch of my sobriety earlier this year, around my birthday in March, I made a commitment to spend my summer in Maine and Nova Scotia, not knowing exactly how that would happen. My thoughts and words were sent out to the Universe with conviction and well, WE made it happen! Yes WE! I had the help of many others I shall mention along the way in my book. On August 3rd, I crossed the border into now my favorite state of the United, Maine. As some of you know, the Maine state motto is “The Way Life Should Be.” And I cannot testify enough to that statement. There exists so many reasons why, but the main one is because the people in this state are, for the most part, highly conscious of their environment and one another. The “dump” in Camden allows people to recycle ALL items, all the way down to one’s fireplace ashes! Yes, consciousness rises and commercialism diminishes as one crosses that state line…

BLAST THE LIGHT  8.11.17  © Sue Culig

Before heading to Canada, I spent a lovely 3 weeks seeing much of Maine that I had never seen before. I cruised into the small towns and saw old abandoned homes, beautiful countryside, blueberry fields, expansive and clean lake bodies of water.¬†I traveled all the little finger peninsulas “Down East” as the Mainer’s call it. Winter Harbor and Stonington were two of my favs. [Little did I know that my time in New Brunswick and Nova Scotia would blow my Maine experience out of the water. More on that in a coming blog.] In this particular snippet of writing, I would like to thank my mechanic,¬†Iain Pottle of the Beetle Shop in Belfast, Maine for fixing my KaraVan. He helped her make her transition from Moby ūüėČ by putting in her new transaxel and fixing many other large and small things that needed to be done on my 32 year old small, fast, house. Unlike other mechanics I have seemingly just thrown money at, Iain seems to be first and foremost invested in diagnosing and properly repairing these precious vehicles. Iain’s father, Allen, started the Beetle Shop in 1979 and Iain and Allen continue to provide the VW community with quality repair and are not financial “rakers.” Iain knows how much bloody money I had spent on Moby/Kara since purchasing her in 2015. He also knew that I crossed over the border from Canada the other morning with $2.73 cash and a maxed credit card, having spent my last $550 that was supposed to be budgeted for my travel on mechanics in Nova Scotia who did NOT rectify an ongoing problem. Iain fixed Kara yesterday and she is running like a true charm, rectifying a starting and stalling problem that had persisted since early this year in South Carolina. I also am now aware of what proper miles per gallon are! I paid Iain in cash for one invoice, significantly less than what he billed it for and he called us “square.” He also sent me on my way with another invoice for $153 and said that if the problem was not fixed, that I was not responsible for that payment. And knowing that I had been gifted by great friends basically just enough money to get back to WNY this coming week, he said that I could PayPal him the money for that invoice, only should it fix the problem AND whenever I regroup my finances. Now THAT my friends, is The Way Life Should Be!!! I get SO disheartened of things in this world being SO focused on money. That green stuff is simply an energy, yes a necessary tool for navigating ones way through life, but I do believe in my lifetime that we are going to see the paradigm shift about money as THE way. While in Nova Scotia, I did experience that the barter system is alive and well. And for those of you who are not familiar with the barter system, it is simply an exchange of energy and/or goods… If you do a service for me or provide me with something I need, I give you back a service or some goods. The first time in my life I became familiar with this system was on my first trip to Croatia in 1988. Mind you, I had seen the generosity of my parents with their neighbors and friends doing this over the years in smaller capacities, but in Croatia, there were folks who had cows exchanging milk for eggs from people who had chickens. That very simply, is the barter system…

Sunrise, Glace Bay, Nova Scotia 9.16.17  © Sue Culig

I’m going to address next what has been a highly sensitive topic of late… “HARD WORK” As some of you are aware from knowing me personally many years, I have often been overtly criticized for the way I live. I have been called irresponsible. I have been called a mooch. I have been called a free loader. I have been called a lazy hippy and most recently, an insult to people who “work hard for a living.” Well, first and foremost, these things no longer bother me because I know how hard I work. Being a “creative” is not an easy way to make one’s way through a very money centered consciousness and I have always tried to remain true to my passion and my heart. My sisters have often been the biggest critics of my life and my parent’s generosity with me, mainly the one that was born directly before me, who became “born again” when I was 15. Nonetheless… I was born 6 years after my three older sisters who came along one right after the other. Yes, I was the baby, the caboose, the mistake as I used to joke with my mom. AND I was rumored to be my “mother’s favorite” if she had one, which I think she truly did not. I was the only one of us 4 to actually graduate college with a Bachelor’s degree. But of course, because it was JUST art school, it didn’t really count ūüėȬ†Anyway, I did have an agreement with my mother that I wanted NOTHING when my parent’s passed, yet if they helped me while they were alive, they could see me reap the rewards of their gifts/loans.¬†My mom knows that as strong minded as I always have been, that I had a very tender heart. It took me about 40 freaking years to grow thicker skin around many issues that once devastated me, which I will discuss in detail in my book. In my newfound sobriety and clarity, raising of my planetary vibration, I see my WORK quite clearly on this planet. My book is in progress, the outline currently being drafted to submit to publishers. And my photographs over 3 plus decades of our amazing planet, focused on bodies of that necessary life element, WATER, are also being submitted to publishers for potential printing. So yes, this “mooch” is actually making a living and hopefully a mark in this lifetime as a photographer and a writer. And yes, maybe I will even have a few extra dollars in the bank for when a friend is in need! In closing this WORK HARD discussion… To¬†those of you who have been continuously supportive of the way I live, THANK YOU EVER SO MUCH FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY BIG OLE HEART! And to my blood family members and other critics, I sure hope someday soon you will see THE LIGHT. Maybe by reading my book, things will be opened up and revealed. I simply am no longer invested in defending myself to anyone about how I live. As some wise person once said to me, “Sue, it’s none of your business what other people think or say about you!”

So, for today, on this lovely rapidly approaching Fall Maine day, on the amazing and beautiful planet earth, galaxy Milky Way, I bid you all a simply wonderful day!!! I will surely be revealing more of my images from my extraordinary, life-altering, recent journey, and snippets from my upcoming book/biography on here. Today, just for today, one day at a time, I am going to ask you to invite in the intense LIGHT energy into your hearts that is beaming our planet today. Please click here >¬†“Christine Day, Pleidian Embassador of Light”¬†< to have an explanation of what is transpiring planetarily energetically mainly TODAY, 9/23/17. For those of you who are not already aware, we are in the midst of an extraordinary energetic transformation. And to embody more LIGHT, we must be able to see clearly, dive into and THROUGH the darkness. As Jim Carrey said in his recent rebuttal to W Magazine about his “existentialist interview”… ‚ÄúThe only way to it is to step into the river of tears and the sorrows of your life. The things that everyone is avoiding with everything from drugs to drink to sex and gadgets and whatever else you can distract yourself with, all of it is designed for you to never stop going and moving and, for god sakes, not feel the abyss. Don‚Äôt allow yourself to feel the abandonment and pain that you‚Äôve suffered. And I‚Äôve done it; I‚Äôm through it. I‚Äôm sure there will be things that happen again, but I realized that by letting myself fall into it completely, that it‚Äôs not to be feared. Death is not to be feared.‚ÄĚ Namast√© good people, NAMAST√Č!

 

Posted in Depression, Depression, Drug Abuse, Faith, GOLDEN RULE, INSANITY OF NOW..., LIGHT, Maine life, PHOTOGRAPHY, PLEIDIANS, RECOVERY, Religion, Spiritual awakenings

THE WAY LIFE SHOULD BE

In the state of Maine – one of my favorite places on this earth, I AM AWAKE and¬†acknowledging each and every day for what a tremendous gift it is to be alive!¬†It‚Äôs hard not to appreciate life to the fullest in a state who‚Äôs slogan is ‚ÄúTHE WAY LIFE SHOULD BE.‚ÄĚ Because it truly is from top to bottom and from West to way up Down East. ūüôā

Late last Saturday night, 8/19/17, when traveling South on Rt 1 to the Popham Beach area, I got pulled over by the Bath police. It didn’t surprise me because all day long I felt a tad troubled about various things and my mind was elsewhere.

That entire day, I had been in contemplation of my personal relationships and my lack of grace over the years in letting people go out of my life. This has of late been in my face in a big way. I’ve have lost some good people over the years because of my strong personality, my convictions, and yes, my staunch opinions that have often turned into judgments of others, of their political views, their self and planetary awareness, and of course, religious views. More on that later‚Ķ While the officer just issued me a warning for missing the stop sign, (I realized immediately that I had missed it and pulled right on over when I saw him) it occurred to me as I was struggling with falling asleep that night that I really did need to STOP! In my experience, there is a reason the Universe puts something so excruciatingly large in one‚Äôs face. And, for me, even though I missed the actual sign, I definitely saw the bigger picture that night.

 

It wasn‚Äôt until early Sunday morning however that more was revealed to me. I awoke at 4:45 groggy after maybe 3 solid hours of sleep at best and went to hopefully catch some shots of the sunrise. It is a morning ritual while on the road and is part of the job of being a photographer. (Yes, it is a JOB, folks who question my “Life of Reilly.” At summer solstice, one must rise at 3:30 a.m. in Maine to¬†see the sky start to lighten before the earth turns to reveal the sun on the horizon.) That morning after a few photographs, I returned to the van because the mosquitos were eating me alive. I put lavender essential oil on my bites and then laid back down with Mona and slept until 8:45. That piece of deep rest was much needed. I woke¬†refreshed and decided not to go far, but to go get a nice parking spot at the Popham Beach State Park for the day. Many locals don‚Äôt want to pay the fee, but I felt it was well worth the $8 to have a day where we could pop the top, clean and organize for the long haul coming up to Nova Scotia. And clean I did‚Ķ on many levels.

With the upcoming eclipse, I also decided that it was necessary to cleanse all my rocks, healing stones, crystals, neck pieces and myself as well. After all cleaning was said and done in the van and with my healing tools, I took myself, a few choice stones and crystals and did the ritualistic dunk in 64 degree Atlantic Ocean salt water. Man, it was REALLY cold, but it woke me up even further and I returned to Mona in the van (she doesn‚Äôt like the water) to heat up a cup of coffee dripped from earlier and meditate on what my intentions were in regards to letting of what no longer serves my highest good in this POWERFUL astrological time of the recent eclipse. The meanings behind the ‚Äúdarkening‚ÄĚ by the eclipse can be multifaceted, but one philosophy Spiritually is that it is a time when the darkness of our soul is revealed clearly in essence to let it go and move further into the LIGHT. That is a sweetened condensed version of many philosophers and astrologers. Here’s a decent piece on the eclipse significance.

Since becoming clean and sober and discovering all sorts of new parts of myself each day, the part that the Universe has made me √ľber aware of recently is my personal relationships and how I am treated and of course, how I treat others, or The Golden Rule… My mom was adamant about that one. Do unto others as you wish to have done to you. Reap what you sow‚Ķ Karma‚Ķ etc‚Ķ So last night the BIG mirror popped up… And instead of going right to sleep that night and shrugging the events of the day off, I made a few mental notes and ruminated on what I really wanted to change about myself and my life. The following is what surfaced.

#1 Start to be more of an example of what I believe by action, not just words. I have been told that I am generally a good conversationalist, easy to talk to/with. When I travel, I meet all kinds of new people and often have long conversations. I do love to find out about people’s lives‚Ķ where they hail from, what they do, believe about life, and lastly if we get that far, think about these intense changing times we are currently living in. Talk has always been a very large part of my personality and conversations come easily and naturally. My first commitment however, is to DO more, to BE more, to consciously walk my talk each and every day, to be present in a loving way for both my Mona, my friends I encounter, new encounters AND for myself. One of the fortunes I have saved from a Chinese meal says: ‚ÄúAction is the proper fruit of knowledge.‚ÄĚ Seems that anyone can talk a good talk. So, I will move forward challenging myself to walk my schtick as well. What is my SCHTICK exactly? As my soul brother Ricci Barnes says, ‚ÄúPeace and Love, Sue. Peace and Love‚Ķ So, I am definitely going to make a concerted effort in each and every moment to walk it a whole lot better.

#2 Exit Facebook for a while, if not for good. I have many reasons for this decision, but the main one is that I feel Facebook has not made me a better person, especially since the recent election. There is much I have learned being on it and I am SO grateful to have connected and reconnected with so many wonderful folks. Since joining at it‚Äôs early launch stages in 2007, I have used Facebook for most of what everyone else does while more recently engaging in “battles” over sensitive topics such as religion and politics. I have lost friends. I’ve unfriended and been unfriended. I’ve blocked and been blocked. I have raised my own blood pressure significantly. A recent post I made was taken personally by a long term friend and hence ignited a conflict that ended at 45 year friendship. ‚ėĻÔłŹ The biggest reason however for making this decision is to chip away at my ego self. My desire to live in my heart is overpowering right now and I don‚Äôt always stay in my heart on Facebook. So, a break of at least 30 continuous days is necessary I feel. If for nothing else, to break a habit that I feel is overall not very healthy. This may sound like a judgment about this form of social media, yet it is merely an observation. I feel overall we have become a VERY self-absorbed society. Also, our attention spans have been reduced to basically 2-3 seconds and I have heard it likened to the amount of time it takes to read a Facebook post or a quick text. What an absurd concept this is to me. I don‚Äôt go anywhere any longer where people are not addicted to their devices. I see far less of it up

here in Maine, yet it is still prevalent especially among younger folks. I don’t want to get into the nitty gritty specifics of what peeves me most about social media, but I will say that we have lost the art of going somewhere without our phones or needing to check for texts,  emails or Facebook or whatever every 15 minutes… So, what do I hope to achieve from a break? A deeper connection with myself and others I encounter in the 3D realm. I will update my Sue Culig Photography page on Facebook, every now and then, and will be mainly posting on Instagram because it is BIG part of what I am, a visual artist and I would like to encounter more folks who are like-minded and like visually skilled. So, to those reading this blog who are my friends on Facebook, if you want to stay connected to me, either follow my Sue Culig Photography page on Facebook, follow me on *Instagram or send me an *email please so I have your address.

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#3 Let go of my judgments and soften the expression of my opinions. As I had written in my last brief blog, my life since my first trip to San Francisco at age 14 has involved many journeys, both internal and on multiple forms of transportation on a few different continents. Therefore, I feel that my experiences with many different cultures and peoples, have given me a breath of experience from which I have drawn my opinions, not hypotheses, but ACTUAL IN THE MOMENT EXPERIENCES. Still, who am I to even suggest to another what is the right or wrong way to do something or what to believe? All I can do is share my experiences and let go. I feel like this is the place to make a formal apology to those I have judged or hurt through my words and actions in the past. I am fairly aware of who and how I have hurt and wish to make an end to it!  My ego is going on a long vacation, if only for baby steps day by day. Large changes are not usually made overnight.

If I have managed to hold your attention this long, please know that I do enjoy talking on the phone. I enjoy emails. I enjoy brief texting. I mostly, I enjoy the lost art of letter writing and sending cards. Since I am on the road for possibly months to come, email and texting would be the best way to get a hold of me should you wish to do so. Please know that if you do wish still to know where I am or what is happening, I‚Äôll be blogging here from time to time when I feel moved to do so. My email address is sueculig@gmail.com and my Instagram is @lifeisajourneynotaguidedtour. No, I won‚Äôt be joining Twitter. I don‚Äôt think what I have to do or say is all that important to need to Tweet or Facebook any longer. I really want more good old face to face human uninterrupted contact. If you wish to be added to my email list, please send me one and I will put you in my address “book.”

I wish you all an incredible journey, new experiences, new enlightenment after the complete darkness in daylight we have just recently experienced. Please think about going inside to see what you can do to make the world a better place through actions of peace and love. Some suggestions that help the collective consciousness are: recycle, reuse, use natural cleaning products on your home, cars, and person, conserve water, conserve electricity, compost, use ALL FORMS OF ALTERNATIVE ENERGY, and most importantly, do something nice for a complete stranger every now and then. It’s a great feeling. Lets work together to make the planet a place where peace and love will prevail for centuries and hopefully millenniums to come. I am committed to doing my part ūüôā Namast√© ~ Sue and Mona

Posted in Faith, GOLDEN RULE, Maine life, politics, RECOVERY, Religion, social media addiction, solar eclipse of 8/21, Spiritual awakenings

THE HOSPITAL PLANET

In Camden, Maine – August 12, 2017. This is actually the first opportunity I have taken to really reflect on my life since leaving SC with Mona on July 16th. It’s been a journey with a wild array of emotions and travel – connecting with new and old friend along the way, and having some experiences that have forced me to close the door on a few folks who I once called friends and family. That is always tough… AND I wake up every day grateful for my clarity, my sobriety and the person I see emerging inside after many years of suppression, denial, and living in fear. Each day, I learn to like and love that person inside of me more and more. To me, that is the first essential step in recovery/healing… to really start to value one’s own existence, not with a sense of arrogance, but in a manner of self worth/esteem where one can see one’s own value and how we can be of service to our fellow planetary inhabitants, 2 and 4 legged, as well as our beloved planet.

Over the years, I have often been perceived as cocky, self-righteous, opinionated, judgmental etc… No one really could have known how extremely low my own self-esteem was when accusing me of one or all. Yes, I do have strong opinions AND I know that my opinions are usually formulated by my own personal experiences with the situations within’ which I express myself. My life has not been hypothetical, rather quite the opposite. My extensive journeys over the years have brought me often to places of great challenge and learning. In the end, every single one, matter not how painful or blissful, has brought me to a greater awareness of how this thing we call life, a soul having a human skin experience, does indeed work.

For here and now, I will say that I immensely grateful to be WHO I am today, to be seeing the world through new eyes, yes the old photographically trained ones, but through a new and immense sense of gratitude for simply being alive and breathing each day and to also not be afraid to let go of people and places that do not serve my highest good any longer. Of course, it is painful on some level to let go of both friends of longevity and even my own blood family members, but it is a necessity to not interact with those who can possibly fan the ashes of my torched demons that kept me imprisoned in a dark inner cell for many years of my life.

Truly this journey of awakening (not only for those in “recovery” but for each and every single one of us) is absolutely about living one second/minute/hour/day at a time. The more we can live in the moment, the more we can appreciate the immense gift of being alive as humans on this beautiful planet in this lifetime.

Namasté fellow inhabitants!
#enjoytheride #lifeisajourneynotaguidedtour #TheHospitalPlanet

Posted in Depression, Drug Abuse, RECOVERY

THE INSANITY OF NOW… YOUR SECRETS ARE YOUR SICKNESS

Writing for me¬†is usually spontaneous and inspired by events and/or dreams. It’s¬†as if I wake up one morning and the inspiration is more of a demand.¬†Writing is also very cathartic. For this very reason, I have kept journals most of my adult life. Last time I took to the keyboard to blog was after the Orlando shootings. Granted¬†there have been infinite topics since last year’s entry that should have commanded¬†my derrier¬†to sit in the chair and tap the keys. Maybe I have been speechless? hmmmm… Anyone who has known me for any length of time knows this is highly unlikely¬†because¬†I tend to have a burning necessity to proclaim my¬†truth, to “Speak my mind because it hurts too much to bite my tongue!” Ironically, I am sitting here listening to Chris Cornell’s “Higher Truth” as my fingertips are busy busy. Shall I begin with musings of¬†Chris’ life and death first?¬†Or should it be religion? Or should it be politics? Or should it be awareness? It may all just merge together… round and round she goes… addressing topics people would much rather have their head in the sand about.

CHRIS CORNELL… AND OTHER INSPIRATIONS

There is nothing in my playlist¬†that resembles true “grunge.” There is some Eddie Vedder from the movie “Into the Wild.” That soundtrack was mesmerizing. Eddie’s voice is hypnotic. And I won’t go into depth about what that movie meant to me. Some people think I am crazy for seeing it up to 12 times.¬†Others have accused me of wanting to live like Chris McCandless did. Nah, truthfully, I like my creature comforts way too much! I know many lines from that epic film by heart and scenes for sure. Yes, I know when Chris starts paraphrasing Thoreau, when Rainey jabs at Chris about being an “industrious little fucker” and about the obsession, his desperate NEED to experience being in the middle of the WILD. This is where McCandless and I see eye to eye. There is NOTHING like being in the wilderness without humans to soil the serenity and rawness of it all. The scene¬†in particular that invokes DEEP¬†emotion each time I see it is when Chris¬†is asked by Mr Franz (Hal Holbrook) to be his son as he is finally leaving Southern California to embark¬†on the BIG journey North. A little aside here… back in October of 2011, I ran into Hal Holbrook at¬†Trader Joe’s in Richmond, VA. He was not really trying to be inconspicuous, but it was difficult to recognize him as he was in his “Lincoln” character at the time. As fate would have it, I ended up directly¬†behind him in line. As with other celebrities I have met out in public, I have never been afraid to talk with them as if they are one of us, because most of them really are unless their ego is humongous! I started the interaction with Hal by tapping him gently on the shoulder and telling him that he looked a lot like someone famous from the movies and then I¬†winked ūüėČ ¬†He smiled back and reached out his hand to shake mine. I then proceeded to tell him how¬†taken aback I had been by his role in “Into the Wild.” As the¬†genuine and humble being that I have always assumed he was, he said, “I was completely honored to have been involved with such amazing actors and a genius director in Sean Penn.” I agreed with his assessment of Penn as a director, although when I had met Sean¬†in San Francisco many years earlier, he struck me as a bit of a prick. He’s got a reputation to uphold.

Back to Chris, depression and addiction… There were a few songs of Chris’ that I loved and “Higher Truth” was one of my favs. I also am fond of “Seasons” and “Like A Stone.” Other than those three songs, I hadn’t¬†known much about Chris or his life, career and/or tendencies towards severe depression. I DID¬†know he was sober, but I didn’t know he was taking Ativan. After all, most folks who claim to be “sober” do not take dangerous and highly addictive drugs like Benzodiazepines (Xanax, Klonopin, Ativan, Vallium, Serax) which were developed initially to be used¬†to assist immediately¬†with crippling¬†anxiety attacks, not to be taken in high doses on a daily basis. ¬†Those drugs can also be an easy “gateway” back to alcohol. Using both in combination can be lethal. And trying to withdraw suddenly from either can also be lethal. You might ask how I know this?

CO-OCCURRING… MENTAL HEALTH AND ADDICTION

After my mom passed away in April of 2015, I fell into a DEEP¬†depression. I wasn’t working at all and could NOT¬†work. (Many did not understand this and judged me and still do. And right here is my middle finger for them!) This particular period of depression AND anxiety was severe and was definitely not the first time in my life I felt this way. One of the only things I was doing was regularly attending 12 step¬†meetings in my hometown, which most times made me want to drive directly to the store to buy a six pack afterwards. Months went by and I finally succumbed to the constant urge to drink. Depression does that. Isolation does that. Hiding your feelings does that. Your sick mind¬†gives you this great idea that you can escape how horrible you are feeling. Sure, that’s true for a few hours, until you wake up the next morning feeling like suicidal¬†hammered dog shit. I can’t remember when I REALLY lost my sobriety again¬†in 2015, (I’d been at it since March of 2010) but I suspect it was around mid September of ’15.¬†I just remember going to California to pick up Moby the VW van and drinking rather socially there and on the drive back to NY¬†as well. I feel like the relapse could be another blog entirely, but what I will just segue¬†here by saying is that severe depression is not just a “bad attitude,” “negative thinking,” or something that one just get’s over by “pulling ones self¬†up by the bootstraps.” Clinical depression and mental illness are VERY serious diseases that are crippling and debilitating at times. My very close friends who have saved me from intentionally overdosing or jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge, know this about me and the disease I have struggled with for many years; having remembered my first major depressive episode around 7 years old.¬†Nonetheless, eventually we will find out exactly what happened with Chris Cornell. For now, I can testify from my own personal use AND abuse of Ativan, (sometimes up to 6 mgs per day) that it is NOT a drug to be messed¬†with. Withdrawal is excruciating at times and often people develop suicidal thoughts or hallucinations and/or both. During my attempted withdrawal while¬†having been in the supervision of someone who knew very little about withdrawal from benzos, it was suggested when my drugs ran out that I should¬†“tough it out” and “buck up and get through it” if I truly wanted to get off of them fast and forever. If that person only knew what it felt like in my skin and in my brain, they never¬†would have said that. I knew abrupt withdrawal¬†was definitely not the way to get off of them, but I certainly wasn’t thinking clearly and attempted¬†to appease the person who’s company I was in. After three days, going from 3 mg down to nothing,¬†I “toughed it out” alright… right to the ER¬†after 3 nights of insomnia, hallucinations, hot and cold sweats, trembling uncontrollably and feeling extremely suicidal. I couldn’t sleep, eat, drive, or see straight. I sobbed hysterically¬†for hours and used an entire box of Kleenex. Everything I EVER felt negatively about myself, my life, my intimate relationships, was playing right in front of my face on an enormous screen in high definition technicolor with surround sound and looping to boot. I also was in danger of a stroke, seizure, heart attack or all 3. Immediately upon arrival, the ER doc gave me a 2mg injection, and supervised me until I was stable enough to leave. They sent me away¬†with an emergency Rx¬†to get “the devil drug” back¬†in my system until I could find help to properly detox from it.¬†My next step which needed to be accomplished rapidly, was to find an outpatient program and a substance abuse/mental health counselor as well as an MD who would help me withdraw, regularly urine test me, and NOT up my dosage each time I asked like my old doctor¬†did. Needless to say, she is not my MD any longer. Someone was definitely watching over me, (mom) because everything I needed for treatment fell right into place in a mere matter of days. During the withdrawal process, it is suggested that one tapers down VERY slowly¬†because the side effects are brutal. Each time I lowered my dose,¬†I felt the agitation, the irritation, the physical side effects¬†of profuse sweating and palpitating heart etc. Breathing deeply works for a spell. Exercise works ok too. Magnesium L-Threonate and 5HTP at bedtime in HIGH doses works a bit for¬†the insomnia which ensues. Each time I lowered my dose, usually by .25 mg a script, I went through “little pergatory”¬†for a spell¬†before feeling somewhat “normal” or stabilized. My Ativan was initially prescribed much like I assume Cornell’s was, to assist in the withdrawal from alcohol and the anxiety and depression that went along with it. The problem is¬†that the drug¬†is¬†HIGHLY addictive and I should never have been taking more than .5 mg and ONLY when I experienced intense anxiety. During that horrific¬†attempted “cold turkey” withdrawal, I could have wound up like Cornell, but I had the help of incredible professionals and a great support system that has very little¬†to do with traditional recovery or the 12 steps to help me get back on track. The 12 steps have saved lots of lives, but the question is… Aren’t they a bit outdated? Same meetings, same literature, same format, same people, same stories looping over and over again… Needless to say, I’m happy to be pursuing a new career in the recovery field and am pleased to see how it is evolving from archaic ideas that once convinced¬†folks that they were powerless and had to surrender to “God” to help kick their addictions, to a new form of¬†EMPOWERING people to NOT be powerless over anything. Sorry to all you AA-ers, but it never worked for me and now I understand exactly why. Maybe it never worked for Chris Cornell either. My hope is that¬†we are moving into a new age of holistic recovery where safe/recovery houses (that charge 1400 per month to share a small room) and traditional rehabs (that are similar to¬†jails, attempting to brainwash both mentally and physically sick souls¬†into wellness in 30 days) are going to be a thing of the past. Could it be possible that¬†we are moving into a new age where mental illness AND addiction are no longer going to be stigmatized¬†or considered illegitimate health issues? They are probably two of the most serious diseases that get shelved time and again because they have to do with our brain’s function. As a woman friend said in a meeting I attended last week, “If I was sitting here telling a room full of strangers that I was recovering from breast cancer, I would get all kinds of sympathy and love. But here I am saying that I have mental health issues and addiction¬†problems¬†and I am¬†potentially open to being publicly scorned!” Point here??? Recovery IS recovery whether it’s from cancer OR¬†mental health issues and/OR addiction. Depression and addiction are both epidemics of insane proportions in our society and country and they are still being largely ignored… THIS MUST CHANGE QUICKLY IF WE ARE TO SAVE LIVES!

onto more of¬†“THE INSANITY OF NOW”

I¬†don’t know what was going on astrologically in the last 48 hours, but some really whacko shit happened yesterday for sure. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am a TRUTH seeker in ALL aspects of my life. Religion or “faith” is often a touchy subject, but politics is NOT, nor should it ever be something “private” for one’s decision to vote, and candidate of choice, effect every single one of us as well as¬†the entire world! I believe many who voted for the garbage¬†currently¬†in office are embarrassed to admit any longer that they did. Those who are still defending 45¬†are either in denial, delusional and/or #foxnewswashed. More on that particular insanity later… On the topic of religion (some call it faith) my deviation from Catholicism¬†and/or Christianity began about 40 years ago during¬†my evening¬†studies to prepare to make my confirmation after I left Catholic grade school. I told my mother that if she sent me to Catholic high school that she would never see me again, that I would run away and NEVER come back. Recollecting as far back to my first communion, I can remember thinking… “Why am I eating this round thing pretending that it is part of someone’s body?” My parents and peers knew I was a smart child, but my rebellion began when I was asked to confirm my belief in THE messiah. Nope, not me… Don’t ask me exactly why, but I just knew in my gut and my heart that I would rather be skipping my religious education classes and toking a spliff¬†with Larry R behind St Bernadettes.¬†My mother didn’t speak to me for 4 months when I pulled out of confirmation. It was the beginning of an earnest Spiritual quest that continues to be an¬†educational journey each and every day. (If you really want to know about my Spiritual beliefs and about “experiencing God” you’ll have to wait for my blog about being in “church” with the Native Americans in a sundown to sunrise teepee¬†peyote ceremony in Oregon¬†in the¬†summer of 1999. It changed my life FOREVER!¬†If I ever doubted there was a spiritual world beyond this one, I absolutely no longer do.)¬†Basically, for the sake of ending this blog and sticking to the point I am trying to make, I believe in the ENERGY of the Universe that responds to our thoughts and actions to create our reality. I believe in karma. I’m not big on the word prayer, but I do believe in positive thought and sending LIGHT to others when they are in need. Call it prayer if you want to, but prayer connotes religion and I simply don’t do an organized one of those. My belief is that the sooner we start taxing churches, the sooner we will be able to provide health care for everybody, which I believe in today’s modern society should be a right, not a privilege.

Here’s the thing with “faith” – believe anything you want in regards to religion/faith, but #1, just be a good person, damnit. Obey the golden rule and please don’t ever tell me that what I believe is bullshit and I will¬†return the favor.¬†I’ve learned to keep my staunch opinions a bit to myself on this ONE topic! ūüėČ ¬†Last but not least, PLEASE don’t ever try to convince me that something you believe is what I should be¬†believing! As I mentioned to a¬†dear, very long time friend last night, we might all have different ways to get to the LIGHT. We might call the LIGHT different things. But in the end, the LIGHT is LOVE and IMO, GOD IS LOVE. Therefore, my religion is LOVE. My religion is KINDNESS. My religion is TRUTH. And just for the record, the flow chart of determining religions posted on my Facebook yesterday was meant for a chuckle. My most sincere apologies¬†if anyone was offended by it.

TRYING TO COVER UP THE TRUTH¬†ISN’T WORKING ANY LONGER

Last night I had a very heated and reactionary debate with someone who I love a lot¬†that told me to “get a life” when I started talking about the 1% and the corruption in our Republic. (BTW folks, we are NOT a Democracy, we are a REPUBLIC that is SUPPOSED to be run in a democratic fashion.) At least that is how our forefathers intended it to be. Anyway, when the topic of 911 came up and it being an inside job, I was accused of being “crazy.” So be it… bat shit crazy for the TRUTH¬†is what I am! Those buildings were ALL detonated on 911 and there are over 2000 engineers world wide who have testified to this, especially building #7! [Google it if you have the nerve to maybe have your mind altered and blown!¬†Here’s a quick video for starters…¬†911 Truth Video Can Not Be Debunked.]¬†Say whatever you want about my sanity, but I base my views on FACTS and what I feel in my GUT to be TRUE. If you choose to, it’s¬†your prerogative¬†to stay in the dark,¬†listen to the mass media and to our government telling lie after lie… IN MY OPINION, it’s totally your loss to live behind the veil. If ignorance is bliss, then so be it for the one who refuses to ask questions where questions SHOULD be asked. I’d rather know the ugly TRUTH and get pissed off than hide my head in the sand! The war after 911 made a lot of the 1% a hell of a lot more wealthy. Crazy? I don’t think so. Human life over $/oil? Nope,¬†remember that Michael Jackson song, “They Don’t Really Care About Us?” Bingo! that is our government. As the dearly departed George Carlin once said, “QUESTION EVERYTHING!”

Ok, nearing an ending on this one. Reflecting on the last two days, maybe my¬†internal unrest and exterior conflict on this was triggered by watching the miniseries “The People v OJ Simpson – An American Crime Story.” If anyone hasn’t seen it yet, it is gripping and truth telling and spine chilling. Anyone who has known me since childhood knows that I was a huge “Juice” fan when he played for Buffalo. In 1975, my brother-in-law took a beautiful portrait of OJ in the locker room with a nappy head after just removing his helmet. He enlarged it and took it back the next home game¬†for OJ¬†to personally autograph it for me. It was matted and framed and gifted to me on my 11th birthday. It read “to Susie, all my best, OJ Simpson #32.”¬†I still have it packed away somewhere, although I really don’t know why because the knowledge that he got away with BRUTAL murder makes me want to vomit¬†to this day.¬†To have watched my childhood idol and his attorneys lie their asses¬†off and pull a race card to get him off, while somehow being able to sleep at night, reminds me much of what is currently going on in our “government” except on a MUCH larger and horribly corrupt scale. The American people will continue to be victims of the murder of our civil liberties until #WETHEPEOPLE get out there and take this government down. I’m not just talking about impeachment, I am talking about a total 2 party abolishment and a government that WORKS FOR THE PEOPLE, not just the 1%.

OK, off my soapbox now… To answer the looming question, I am still sober and intend to live out the remainder¬†of my life as such and hopefully help others come back from the abyss of mental health issues¬†and addiction. They do go hand in hand 95% of the time. Feel free to leave ANY comments or opinions if you wish.¬†Rest assured “The Insanity of 45” is coming soon ūüôā ¬†Namast√©


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ACHTUNG!!! : LIGHTING UP STUFF WITH RAINBOWS IS JUST NOT GOING TO CUT IT THIS TIME :-(

It was THE ABSOLUTE BOMB when Prince died and everything turned PURPLE! It was SIMPLY MARVELOUS when SCOTUS passed gay marriage and the RAINBOWS came out everywhere! Yes, in times of celebration and mourning… we tend to bring out the colors. http://www.thegailygrind.com/2016/06/13/pulse-massacre-vigils/ Thank you Castro district of San Francisco and all the communities world-wide who gathered, and keep gathering for the fallen.

We tend as a nation to have a relatively short attention span and it worries me that this mass slaying will eventually get filed alphabetically with all the rest. Even before the use of technology was as utilized as furiously as it currently is, tEiffel 6:13he world stayed in relative mourning for a good month or so after 9/11. Where we should be tonight and every night until there is major reform is marching in the streets everywhere

DEMANDING CHANGE!

#1 with gun laws, to abolish them entirely and make it illegal for anyone to bear assault weapons.

#2 in mental health treatment and practices, making it more accessible to EVERYONE who needs it.

#3 in the way some religions and various people that follow them see gays as “different” or “queer” as they were once deemed. We gotta start somewhere folks and we have to end the stigmas and violence.

 
I’ve shed so many tears in the last days and don’t know what to think about the future of this country… I’m grateful and blessed that I have a vehicle I can live in. I’m grateful and blessed that I have a renewed passport on it’s way. I’m grateful and blessed to have seen and photographically captured this country in so much of it’s glory that should I decide to leave it, I can safely say I will miss little if nothing about living in the USA. Nope, it’s just not getting any easier or fun to live in this extremely #corrupt and #violent nation. Granted, there are good people everywhere, but I feel a more heart-centered culture with less corruption politically is where I probably would best integrate.
 
Not speaking so much to the Orlando shooting as to other tragedies, let’s just say there are reasons these sick and tortured souls target the innocent and do it on US soil. Overall, we are a widely viewed as a pompous and arrogant nation. It’s our government that at it’s core is corrupt, AND it’s our down RIGHT RIDICULOUS gun “laws” that make is simple for the sick to gain access to licenses and assault weapons that can kill 50 people in minute flat. Imperatively, it is the lack of ample, affordable treatment for the mentally ill. The stigma against mental illness is far from smashed. As much as homosexuality is far more accepted than even just 5 years ago, existent are still the very deranged who feel that being gay is a weakness or a mental disorder. Let’s just say that we’ve got very large issues that a new president in November might try to promise to fix, but guaranteed will probably not be able to. Hell, we got Trump who is praising himself for…. Nope cease fire here… The fact that this F*CK is even allowed to run for POTUS is just absurd.
 
We all have different hearts and emotions, but a few that we all commonly feel are love, anger and despair. I don’t know about other people who I see on Facebook, etc., kind of just going on with their lives these last few days, and you probably say, “What else is there to do? We have to be optScreen Shot 2016-06-13 at 8.33.22 PMimistic and carry on.” Well, deep in me, something has forever changed and I can’t go back to whatever I was living before June 12th’s massacre. My eyes are more wide open and my heart is truly pained. I can’t really think of much more to say except that I fear for the hardened hearts, those who just keep on doing and are not really being effected by this recent tragedy. Where is our compassion? The Dalai Lama keeps saying how we HAVE TO open our hearts, that Western society is in great danger because of our closed hearts. And no, I don’t just mean open the heart to the few who we trust in our little circle. We must crack that sucker and open to the greater good of humanity, not just what serves us individually. It’s time… We simply must let the LIGHT in and circulate it among ourselves no matter what race, creed, sexual orientation. We are all HUMAN BEINGS… ONE LOVE, ONE HEART.
 

RIP victims of Orlando shootings and may their loved ones and all us extremely sensitive souls who suffer right alongside, find some semblance of peace inside.

 

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I SPEAK MY MIND BECAUSE IT HURTS TOO MUCH TO BITE MY TONGUE.

April 21, 2016… The day that will forever be etched in my memory as the day that beloved Prince passed into the big purple light in the sky while I back road tripped through beautiful and wild West Virginia. It was a devastating day for certain for Prince fans, myself being one. His death wasn’t mentioned on the April 21, 2016 CBS This Morning page alongside the headlines of “Any way out?” in reference to Mr Trump being able to still gracefully exit the election process or “90 Years Strong” which referenced Britain’s oldest monarch, Queen Elizabeth II, hitting the landmark birthday. No, Prince had not yet gone to his Purple Light at that hour, at least the Princeslightmedia was not yet alerted of his passing. The news hit around noon on TMZ first and was confirmed by many other sources by 12:30 Minneapolis time. As many others, I immediately switched my iPod to the Prince song collection and listened and repeated. Also, Minneapolis public radio live streamed a great tribute to him that I listened to well into the night. With modern technology, we were all able to spread the word within’ minutes of our “Dearly Beloved’s” death and also to listen to commentary about and music from the Purple Rain man. Posts flooded in on Facebook. My buddy and awesome fellow photographer, Josh Withers, posted a video he shot of a guitar solo he recorded at a Prince show in 2011. Memories flooded in from my college days at Pratt Institute in the 80’s. My roomies and friends from those days will all attest; in 1984 and ’85 “Purple Rain” blasted all throughout our dorm rooms and apartments. Purple Rain was the first Prince album recorded with and officially credited to his backing group The Revolution. Originally released June 24, 1984, 2 tracks, “When Does Cry” and “Let’s Go Crazy” held #1 positions on the Billboard charts for weeks in the US, UK and Australia. My fondest memory of Prince was attending his concert 2 nights in a row in 1985 in NYC, the Purple Rain tour. The first night was so mind blowing that we went and tried to scalp tickets for night #2 and ended up getting 18th row floor seats right before the show started. We paid dearly for them, but they were worth every last purple cent! RIP Purple Rainman ;-(¬† Much like your colleague David Bowie, your style and music pushed many limits and will live on as innovative, shocking and sexy ūüėČ

As I was driving into the night looking for a safe spot to pull over and sleep, I reflected on what a sad day it was to have lost this great Pop/Rock icon, but I was grateful there was a break in the Election 2016 hoopla/circus that is spinning. Some days I just want to crawl in a hole and pretend that this upcoming election is not real. The drama of it all hasScreen Shot 2016-04-22 at 1.51.35 PM really got some people’s panties all in a knot. For instance, I received a warning a few days ago to be “defriended” by a #feeltheBern fan who believes that Bernie supporters should not be “bashing” other candidates, but still be supporting the Democratic forerunner, Clinton. The meme this person was referring to is posted here. CNN states that “Bernie Sanders’ campaign on Tuesday April 19th, called reports of voting irregularities in New York state “a disgrace” as local officials rushed to condemn the city Board of Elections for stripping more than 125,000 Democratic voters from the rolls.” These are facts. The same scenario existed in the AZ primary. Not sure what is going on with that?… Both AZ and NY, the main states in question, are supposedly “undergoing investigation”, whatever that means. Nonetheless, “bashing” is defined as “verbal abuse, as of a group, a person or a nation.” I simply posted something that people would hopefully see as factual, defined as…something known to exist or to have happened.”

My personal preference… I will not hide that I support Bernie, not so much because I feel he will make a great President, but because he is the lesser of all the evils and I do believe he mostly speaks from his heart. From what he speaks, he also clearly has in mind the betterment of the poverty stricken and lost middle class in the richest country in the world. Nor will I hide that I feel with great certainty that Clinton will say anything to get elected. Here’s a video of Clinton – 13 straight minutes of her “changing her mind” or basically, lying. Let’s face it, all politicians lie and granted a lot of that clip goes back many years. Yes, people can change their minds and speak different words, but what is really in her heart? Nope, no heart there… She’s all business. I personally will NOT vote for her, especially just because she’s a woman and it’s time for a female to be POTUS. (Hell, we had a black man, it’s time for a woman now!)¬† ūüėȬ† No, the only way I will vote for Clinton is if it comes down to her and Trump as opponents. If Bernie decides to run on an Independent ticket, we’re really screwed because the would be Democratic vote will split between him and Clinton and then… Trump will have a nice, easy ticket to be the POTUS! The fact alone that Trump is even running makes the U.S. a complete embarrassment to the rest of the world, let alone most of the conscious people I know in this country. The bottom line about Trump is that he is very clearly a bigot AND a racist. This is not an opinion, it is FACT. And, Hillary’s seat at the democratic nomination table was long ago handsomely purchased. Poor Bernie doesn’t have a chance. I say, “Screw Blue no matter who.” My friend Katie Bushnell and I were talking one day last week and we were discussing the fact that anyone who has any iota of consciousness and intuition knows just by looking at a face who is basically good or evil. So, vote with your instincts and facts, folks. November is rapidly approaching, but there is still time to research the facts.

There aScreen Shot 2016-04-22 at 1.51.53 PMre probably many folks who will agree that Election 2016 is quite laughable most times. Our choices are not the best. However, I haven’t “defriended” or blocked anyone on my Facebook for their political views, even a few friends that are staunch Trump supporters. They are nice people. That’s why they are my friends. I just simply question their sanity! In short, there is no reason to dislike or “defriend” anyone because of their political views, but if folks are going to let the emotions of this show get the better of them, it will turn into a much bigger and uglier circus than it already is. Opinions are like, well you know… We all have one. Let’s try to respectfully express ours and respect others’ as well. And yes, I am definitely going to make an earnest effort to refrain from “bashing” anyone, candidates or their supporters. However, I’m probably not going to sit quietly through all this. I’m going to look at facts and stay away from emotions and criticisms. I will try to be polite and respectful and abide by what my good friend Ricci Barnes always says, Peace and Love, Sue, Peace and Love ūüôā

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LIFE IS A JOURNEY, not a guided tour :)

The Journey to Self

I believe that there comes a time in life for nearly every human soul walking this planet when they arrive at the BIG question… “WHY AM I HERE?” According to my spiritual belief system, which is VAST beyond description, I will say that I believe it to be true that there are few souls who enter this lifetime and just KNOW their journey, they don’t need to ask. Those souls come into this lifetime CLEAR and just move in the world in their SPIRIT DRIVEN PURPOSE. An aside here… The term “God” is used very rarely in my lingo for I believe the concept of this God dude was created BY man FOR man, because human beings simply cannot understand with their mind the vastness of CREATION, the UNIVERSE and plural of the latter. Einstein confirmed this! So, in my writings, I refer to God as the DIVINE, SPIRIT, the UNIVERSE. For me, DIVINE encompasses all as the concept of God as man has created it is VERY limited. Nonetheless, I offer my readers the “out” to refer to this IMMENSENESS as God. To each his own, live and let live, right? I didn’t always feel this way, to be able to not have to DEFEND my concept of the DIVINE, attempting in my debates to get others to get my “drift” gained through direct personal experience. In my daily attitude and actions, I strive to choose LOVE and TOLERANCE in the most colossal sense of both words. And to my readers, I say call it whatever you wish, as long as you FEEL that IT is working in your life and there to guide you at all crossroads, the ones that we trudge in both LOVE and FEAR, it’s all GOoD!

Back to my original point for beginning this blog… The reason WHY we are here? From my own person, I give you this account to believe or not… I have been asking this question on a conscious level since I was one and half years old. You might ask how a 18 month old baby asks this question because communication is completely limited at that stage of life? Well, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that our consciousness is VAST and that we can ASK without using words at all. In a hypnotherapy session many years ago, I regressed to a place in my first home with my parents. The vision was very clear. I had a bad cold and was standing up holding onto the bars of my crib, eyes watering, nose dripping in a prison of sorts, a powerful vision if you can grasp it… My parents were arguing. And although it wasn’t posed as a question necessarily, what came through was this… “Why are you doing this with/to each other? This is not why we’re here!” So, at this tender age of 18 months, the light was turned on in my conscious being about the TRUTH, that we are only here to LOVE, to share the BLISS of the UNIVERSE with one another, to live in JOY and to share it with one another, all creatures and our beautiful planet.¬† Just ending this excerpt with the fact that we all have access to a KNOWING on a deeper level of our being that our mind cannot often translate to us. It’s all about the journey we take to come to this place of KNOWING AND FEELING DIVINITY within ourselves. My personal journey is what my first book is all about, the twists and turns of life that brought me back to the TRUTH of who I really AM. And at 48 years old, with an entire life ahead of me, I feel blessed beyond words to have “gotten” this on such deep levels of my being. This LOVE envelops my SOUL on a daily basis, allows me to share myself and that LOVE freely with all my brothers and sisters, all creatures great and small in the world in a WHOLE and beautiful way. Are there still not times of pain and learning? ABSOLUTELY! But if I go in with my eyes open, try to not let myself get enveloped by the emotions of the circumstances and simply ask to be shown the right direction to be led, the path is CLEARLY REVEALED. And that PATH is illuminated by the people I share my journey with on a daily basis, from precious loved ones to the stranger, the blind man in the waiting room at the doctor’s office that SEES me even though he lost his sight at age one. This blog is partially driven from an experience on 8/22/12 with Myron, my new blind brotha, a man who sees more than most people who have the immense gift of sight with their eyes. The lack of INsight... in my book, I elaborate yet don’t dwell on the darkness, the sludge, the roads of immense pain with glimpses of joy intertwined that I traveled to arrive at this place in life. It was by no means a simple journey as I know in my heart and soul that PAIN IS THE TOUCHSTONE OF ALL SPIRITUAL GROWTH. The book’s title is to be revealed soon. Ahead of it’s publishing, I can assure that you will be amply entertained because I am alive by the Grace of the God/Him <LOL! alongside a cosmic sense of humor! ūüėČ

Leading to my conclusion of this blog… Overall, I have come to realize that life is driven by a POWER of LOVE far greater than ourselves. Once we accept this as the UNIVERSAL TRUTH for ourselves and ALLOW this power to guide us, we can truly surrender and move forward with the knowledge and carry the message to others. This POWER of LOVE shines in all our actions and attitudes of our daily life. I feel we are ALL on this planet to RECOVER, to restore our Holistic beings back to the TRUTH of who we REALLY are, and to live in the BLISS of life on a daily basis, to BREATHE in all the beauty our planet and it’s inhabitants have to offer. And that is IMMENSE! How much we choose to recover, is directly correlated to how much of this BLISS we can experience in our human form, how much light we can breathe into our cells. I humbly ask of you should you be moved by this entry, to please step back and ask the Great Spirits that BE just what you are here for and for the path to be laid out clearly. If you ask in all earnestness and with complete integrity and the WILLINGNESS to look at some “not-so-nice” aspects of yourself, the TRUTH will not be withheld from you. AWARENESS, humility as individuals and collectively, patience, grace and compassion are required for the times we are currently living in as they are seemingly VERY tumultuous. We see FEAR based craziness all around us, wars, increase in crime and addictions, a complete division of our view of government which, IMHO, is completely riddled with corruption (and for those who are awake to the TRUTH that large corporations and $$ are running the show) we see that this “system” hasn’t worked FOR the PEOPLE for a very long time and it is definitely time it changes in a BIG way. We are seeing natural disasters of magnitude we as a human race have not seen on our planet, ever. WE, as a collective consciousness are destroying our beautiful planet with our raping of the environment and our clear disregard for the immense RESPECT our mother earth demands of us. SHE is THE ONE who sustains our VERY existence and we (as a collective consciousness) are simply not giving the gal what she needs and SHE IS REBELLING in a BIG WAY! What I know in the depths of my being to be true is this… as a mass consciousness WE are being called to ask ourselves WHO we truly are and how we wish to continue. Are we going to choose FEAR (False Evidence Appearing Real, quite evident through CONTROL and POWER with that silly green stuff $$ that basically holds no value any longer) and keep perpetuating the madness? Or are we going to move forward operating from a place of LOVE, the DIVINE that we all have a choice to call into our being on a daily basis? It’s our choice folks. And from an energetic standpoint, the vibrations of love and fear are just that, vibrations… AND if we are willing to call in that vibration of LOVE, our minds change, our actions change, and we literally transform the cells of our being on a level beyond comprehension to the human mind and even science at times. WE are the answer, each and every one of us individually first and foremost. WE will determine our future by taking responsibility for anchoring LOVE or FEAR in to our being, how humanity and our planet will transform. 2012 is not the end of the world as we know it, unless we know it in FEAR. IF we choose LOVE, it will be the dawning of a new world that can transform the human experience to one of LOVE and BLISS and the earth and it’s inhabitants WILL find PEACE and live in harmony. Here and now, I call you to the duty to live in LOVE and to heal ourselves and this stellar rock we roll on.¬†¬† Namast√© dear readers, Namast√© ūüôā

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