Sex With Your Ex - Psychics share their thoughts

Sex With Your Ex - Psychics share their thoughts

I agree with the very last comment and the one about blocking what's trying to enter your life. If you are stuck in the past the future surely will not enter into your life so get out of the way and allow it to happen. Addicts/alcoholics are famous for fucking shit up like this. They tend to want to "control" their outcomes. They want to hold on to the past because it's familiar to them (safe). I ought to know...  Fuck it. The past that I'm trying to let go of was a lot of bull shit that led to more bull shit. That's exactly why I'm letting it go (or trying to). Unfortunately I have some "forces" who are really getting in the way of allowing me to do just that. They are really trying to control my life and don't want to let me let things go. It's really fucked up. They are exactly the one's who caused all the bull shit to make me want to "let go." Ya know what? If they'd have played straight up poker without the poker face all the time maybe this gambler could have bet more (than just her entire existance) on them? I lost a lot, paid a lot, ain't got anymore to lose (except my sanity and my son) and they are threatening to take that too... A lot of fucking nerve this mother fucker has I tell ya...  They just best pray I don't borrow a shot gun (I do have access)...

My Brother Sidney

As I Walk this World

Spinning the World off Its Axis

You Lied

You Lied


I wish you never lied
broke my heart, tore my soul
shredded my trust
still you look me in the eyes
denying everything
as if I am in imbecile
telling me I’m insane
it’s all a figment of my imagination
a dream I imagined to place blame
you say it’s just you and me
we are two fucked up
well I agree
I buried the truth so damn deep
refused to believe, refused to see
what was blatantly
in front of me
too painful to face
too sick to believe
the shit you conceived
right in front of me
I hope you had fun
I hope those cunts
were worth what you’ve done
see I’m not done
I’ve just begun
I’ll point my gun
right at the sun
put the lights out
take your life now
no, not literally
I know you see
what I really mean
I’ll take you down
six feet under ground
maybe there you’ll find
the piece of mind
that you took of mine
and my wedding present
you used with those peasants
screaming “double A”
they were only half gay
yes, bi-sexual friends
not quite lesbians
you all had a great time
with that gift of mine
you’re such a low life
didn’t use it with your wife
you escaped Aubry’s herpes
was Amber also diseased?
Did you do Amy too
or was that too much for you
yes, I’m an angry wife
no wonder, this is my life
don’t worry I’m finally done
I’ve finally contacted someone
you can fuck them guilt free
but you won’t fuck me

©June 29, 2010 – Tamara Nicholas

The Games Addicts and Alcoholics Play in Rehab

Today me and my husband (who is the program director at an upscale, residential substance abuse facility in Cottonwood Heights, Utah where I used to work as well) were getting ready to go to Salt Lake to some "new age" shops to hand out flyers for my busines White Light Therapy.  Just as my husband was going to get into the shower he got a text message from one of his client relations staff.  She was informing him of a client who is diabetic whose blood sugar was at 238 and was complaining of the "shakes" and wanting to go to the emergency room.  Me and my husband were just outside talking about this client and how she is constantly drinking soda pop and I was telling him that she sounded like my step-mom who is also diabetic and does the same thing which makes her blood sugar sky-rocket.  Then she has to dose herself with insulin to bring her sugar back down but because she's getting older the amount of insulin it takes to bring her sugar down varies from what it once was so now when she injects herself, after her sugar sky-rockets, her sugar drops so low that she "goes out" and my dad has to call the paramedics to revive her.  This happens every single day.

Anyway, I told my husband that he should have their doctor lay out a diet for her and make the client sign a contract agreeing to stick to that diet and not vary outside of it or else she'll be discharged so that the facility won't find themselves in a sticky case of liabilty where the client is comatose or dead.  That's when the text came in.  Well, this client was obviously working the client relations staff member because a blood glucose level of 238 is high not low.  The shakes are caused by low glucose levels not high glucose.

You see, this client had already complained to that client relations staff member about how she was affraid her husband wasn't going to show up to the family group today.  So, in order to avoid embarrassment of being in the group without her husband showing up (in front of the other clients) she decided to "play sick" so she could be at the ER instead of in group.  Isn't it funny how close to adolescents addicts and alcoholics truly are?  In fact, they really are.  In reality an addict or alcoholic stop maturing at the age they started to use.  So, if this client started to use alcohol as a teenager, or even earlier, she really only has the emotional maturity of the age she began using.  Doesn't it make sense then that she would act so immature?  Why wouldn't she play sick?

I think my husband (rather than inconveniencing his entire staff in order to accomodate this client to get her to the ER for what was an obvious case of "crying wolf") should have told the client, "Okay, I can see you're not doing well.  Since this is an emergency and we are short staffed, if you feel you must go to the ER then we'll have to call the paramedics.  Is that okay with you?"  Then, if she still insisted on going, she would be responsible for, not only the ER bill, but also the paramedics charges as well.  Once more, the client relations staff could tell the paramedics that she is diabetic and that she may need IV fluids and oxygen for the ride to the hospital.  That would jack the price of her ride up from $800 to about $1500.  Now, if that didn't teach her not to cry wolf I don't know what would....

Living a Lie

woke up to nothingness
taste had no taste
found out reality wasn’t real
the life we’d been living
sharing together
supposed to be forever
just a lie, make believe
to avoid what you conceive
about me, an evil witch
money grubbing bitch
honey you’re just looking
in the mirror at me
seeing yourself
when you look at me
apparently you don’t read a thing
I’ve ever written
how I see this world
what disgusts me the most
with society, their greed
holding onto material things

now back to how you took
everything away from me
told me how you wanted to leave
all that was making you stay
afraid how I’d make you pay
you don’t even realize
what you’ve done to me
the fact that you fucked her
our first year, matrimony
tried to tell me I was crazy
when I asked you to own your shit
asked you for an apology
you never gave me one
so I buried the truth to move on
I wasn’t in a position to leave
sick, business went bankrupt
even worse my family
told me to stay and work it out

my own mother told me
needed to be a better wife
excuse me, mom, I was a good wife
he is nineteen years older than I
ego’s on high over drive
been living like this all his life
nothing to do with me you see
just because dad did it to you
and you never realized
it wasn’t about you
don’t tell me what to do
you stayed for twenty one years
then what did you do?
starts with a D and ends with an E
it’s exactly what I need
to earn back my self esteem


©May 19, 2010 – Tamara Nicholas

The Story Turned Poem...

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Friday at St. Mary’s


so nice to be spunky
honestly it feels Funky
yeah, I’m a fan of funk
even happier off junk
and now I’m not a drunk
I’m living like a punk
Oreos are good to dunk
with a tall glass of milk
I really like imported silk
how it feels upon my skin
these men have nice grins
when they’re not showing teeth
poised, positioned, ready to bite
and as it turns out tonight
is more than just Friday night
I’d like to shed some light
on words that start with “F”
I’ve never been scared of death
but sitting here at work
trying not to be a jerk
is much harder than you think
my situation really stinks
some of the staff are just dinks
while addicts make best friends
with junkies who have the bends
then everyone pretends
that none of it offends
when words don’t mean a thing
actions are what really sting
I offer up my wings
to see what life may bring
fly us all out of this mess
that keeps my people stressed
breathe deep, keep us blessed
the time is drawing near
need to hold each other dear
before we’re no longer here
without a push or a shove
light shines from up above
giving the gift of love
the best gift ever given
never done long as I’m living
creates joy while receiving
give this gift long as I’m breathing
you keep shopping, keep on spending
credit cards maxed, you’re pretending
working two jobs to keep paying
while you do you best keep praying
just remember all that you buy
stays right here and that’s no lie
the love you give is forever
goes after death with whoever
doesn’t break or come in sizes
can’t trade it in nor can you hide it
don’t cost a thing but your pride
spend it quickly friend don’t bide
don’t listen to ego cause it lies
hear that quiet whisper deep inside
who are we to have expectations
when it’s we who have aberrations
so back to the matter that's at hand
I’m done with taking my final stand
have you guys heard all I’ve said
do you all of you want me dead?
love all of you despite you anyway
I’m glad I’m here on this Friday
I know some of you want me to stay
some of you don’t like what I say
for that small portion of men
who don’t like where I’ve been
nor do they like where I’m going
I have one final thought for them
first I’d like them to know
I love those of them most of all
I’ll pray the hardest I can for them
bite my tongue harder even when
they’re acting disrespectful towards me
like the fools they have to be
because they haven’t learned a thing
makes my heart really burn and sting
I’ll shed a tear from time to time
read the obits page, look into my mind
remember faces of all the men
who have hated me now and then
because they were too full of pride
didn’t want to let go of the ride
substance abuse had its grip on them
look at what it did for them
their in the funny pages now
dead from their disease is how
they finally found their God
for me, that’s all a bit odd
I wonder what their face looked like
when they saw that big white light
felt the overwhelming love and warmth
when they didn’t just wake up to dark
tell me, who’s the crazy bitch now?
it doesn’t matter anyhow
if it mattered what people think to me
I wouldn’t say a fucking thing
I sure as hell wouldn’t be me
wouldn’t that be a crying shame?
cause life would never be the same
it would be some type of war game
and you'd be in the hall of fame

©May 7, 2010 – Tamara Nicholas

Sleeping Feathered Dreamland

sleeping feathered dreamland
peaceful somnolence breaks suddenly
slumber sickness, night terrors
turns upside down into chaos
go from floating to flying
to being flown in a chopper
without a back to the seat
nothing to brace, hold in place
as the helicopter becomes a train
going fast as lightning

I lie flat in the back
on top of the tracks
head bouncing and banging
I’m grabbing for something
to pull myself up, hold myself up
just as another train is coming
while my train is turning
it looks as if the oncoming
train will take my head off
two people seated in front of me
grab my arms pulling me up
just before the train coming
rolls over the track
where my head was

suddenly I’m back on campus
I’m in a nursing tent
like a M.A.S.H. unit
I don’t have any clothes on
ace bandages cover my
groin, breast, and buttocks
an Asian girl who’s the nurse
tells me to give her a urine sample
she leaves the cup on a table
cutting bandages away she tells me
she’ll get me something to wear
no one ever returns after hours of waiting
I step out of the tent bare naked

retrospectively I know
exposing myself
is nowhere near as traumatic
as going through what others
have put me through and
how others have betrayed my trust and
how following other’s guidance has
nearly cost me my life but it
wasn’t until I almost lost my life
that someone finally stepped up to help me
baring my naked body was and still is
the very least of my concerns…

©April 8, 2010 – Tamara Nicholas

The Deepest Scars that I Have

their actions or words
lash out wounding me
wounds heal leaving scars
some show on the surface
others stay deep inside
I still feel them sting
I don’t show a thing
keep a smile on my face
I hide the disgrace
my disgust, human race
keep moving, keep going
knowing what I’m knowing
these people who are showing
fake love and pretending
acting like they know me
I know they don’t know me
they just keep on showing
the same end to same story
it has many plots
keep on plotting rotten plots
without morals without values
they write tragic details
which I have to tend to
what if I don’t want to?
why don’t they clean up
their own fucking messes?
deal with their own issues
learn from their mistakes
develop some character
stop being a developer
of drama, an enabler
taking for granted the fact
that I’m holding back
not releasing my rage
ripping up all their pages
causing them to confront
that they’re not upfront
they’re not ethical at all
they don’t have the balls
don’t see what’s in front
of their beady shut eyes
try to hide their disguise
that sticks out, neon signs
like casinos on strip
how much more of this?
took a year to get pissed
hope they’re happy with this
but they’re oblivious
their head’s are up their ass
even though I’ve been crass
speaking out crying for help
all my email don’t count
they read and discount
interpret what I've said
as I’m sick in the head
makes me question their skill
they’re the ones who are ill
all the wounds that I have
that hurt me so bad
they can not be seen
they start to convene
truth must intervene
why do people demean
while they act so pristine
most scars that I wear
are there because I cared
some day I won’t dare
the marks make people stare

©April 5, 2010 – Tamara Nicholas

The Sun Shines Big and Bright

the sun shines big and bright
through my car’s window
drawing masses of people out
like herds of cattle flocking
to stacks of hay out in the field
people are swarming to places
to go spend, spend, spend
shopping places
places selling junk food,
fast food, and greasy food
this economy has them down and out
hopeless, in a waste land so barren
yet the herds of people are out
spending money that they don’t have
with the media reminding them they’re broke
some of them are coming out of Best Buy
buying things they don’t need
things they already have
things that they’ll replace
the sun is out but don’t be fooled
it’s still cold outside, you’re still broke
why are you spending money?
why?
a man comes to my window
asking for some spare change for the bus
I tell him “no”
why doesn’t he just tell me
he wants a drink or a fix?
honesty has evaporated from society’s values
just as the icebergs have evaporated from the planet
a person can deal with honesty
they know what to expect
no one can have expectations anymore
expectations will only lead to resentments
resentments will cause self destruction
can you imagine a world
where you can expect from others
exactly what you expect from yourself?
can you imagine a world
where everybody was honest
and told you exactly what they were thinking?
can you imagine a world
where telling someone what you were thinking
would not offend the other person?
where communication served its purpose
as it was designed to do
go back to spending your money
using it to replace things you already have
to hide from your feelings
to buy things that make you a better person
it’s all staying here when you go
wherever it is that you go
I’m sure the sun will be shining bright
maybe it will be warm as well
maybe you’ll feel better when you get there

©March 2010 – Tamara Nicholas

Quote of the Day

People may not remember exactly what you did or what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel. -- Unknown

Raping our Youth's Innocence

I watched Bill Maher last night.  He had an excerpt about the Catholic church being back in the news again with the same old scandal regarding priests and altar boys.  This time it was occurring all around the world and not in the United States.  It seems that the molestation of altar boys has, in fact, gone global (or at least the reporting in the press has finally made the global market).  I had always known it wasn't just a US problem in my heart however.  What prompted me to write this story wasn't just the Catholics.  As luck would have it my husband was reading the Salt Lake Tribune this morning and he read aloud to me a snippet from an article about the cub/boy scouts.  It seems that there's still a problem with the scouts and molestation as well.  Ironic that the morning after Maher reports on the Catholics that the Mormons would be in the Tribune having paid a settlement for their part in a molestation scandal.

My question is quite simple.  How is it that these big religious organizations are allowed to get away with child molestation with nothing more than monitery penalization?  Why is it that the men involved with molesting our children haven't been brought to justice and aren't serving prison sentences?  Moreover, why aren't the sentences for child molestation more severe in the first place?  Does anyone have any idea how fucked up a child becomes after being molested?  Does anyone have any idea the irrepairable damage that is done to that child?  How that child is much more likely to abuse drugs than a child who is not abused.  How that child is much more likely to, in turn, abuse another child as an adult because of that abuse.  How, if that child does become chemically dependant, that child could break many other laws ranging from theft to murder.

Does anyone stop to look at the horror that these children live in day to day after they've been assaulted?  I'm talking about daily terror.  Terrified that you'll be attacked from out of nowhere.  I'm talking about playing at your friend's house across the street from where you live as a six to eight year old boy or girl until it becomes a bit dark outside in the summer-time.  Then you go to your friend's door to leave.  You open the door a bit to peak outside.  Checking to see if there's anyone out there.  You dart out the door and run as fast as you can all the way home (which is just across the street).  You open your door as fast as you can so you can get inside your house as fast as you can where it's safe.  Where you're safe.  You're panting.  Breathing very hard and fast but you're home and you're safe.  No one got to you.  No one put there hands on you again.  No one did anything to you that you didn't want them to do.  No one took from you your innocence again.  No one.  No one.  No one.  You're okay. 

This is your life each day until you find alcohol or drugs that take you away from that horror and lead you down a new path of horror.  Do you know how I know?  Because I was abused at four years old by the baby-sitter's 17 year old son repeatedly.  That was my story I just told.  My son was, also, abused at the age of five and at the age of seven by two separate children.  His day to day terror has been going on off and on for a while now.  Just recently it started again with tales of a "white van" going around our town taking children.  He lives in fear every day that this white van is going to take him and do horrible things to him.  He is scared to walk to and from school now.  I feel terrible for him because I know his terror.

The cycle of abuse has got to stop somewhere.  It's never going to stop until sentences are increased and increased a lot.  It's never going to stop until these religious organizations are held accountable like the ordinary population.  We need to take a stand people.  We need to let our government know that our children are more important than money.  Do you all know that sexual preditors are the one offenders that can not be rehabilitated?  I'm serious.  I'm not saying it because I was a victim.  I'm saying it because I hold a degree in social work and human behavior.  When studying human behavior we learned that people with addictions to substance can change (though the percentage of people who maintain sobriety for the rest of their life is only about 7%).  However, people who are sexual preditors do not change.  They may have periods of abstinence but they do not ever change.  Do your own research if you do not believe me.  That means they need life sentences or very long sentences with life-time paroles afterward.  Some micro-management to really watch them to make certain they are not connecting with any children and not doing any harm to anyone.

Thanks for hearing my opinion on this.  Please, whether you agree or disagree with me about this subject, feel free to post your opinion as well.

Fork Tongued Liars - Act MCC—We’re fighting Al Qaeda turns to What does “Tea-bagger” really mean?

G.W. was obsessed,
dressed to impress
upon our minds
but the simpletons
were the only ones too blind
to face the facts
behind the attacks
upon the nine
and the eleven
while he claimed heaven
sent him to set things straight
motivated by hate
he said Al Qaeda’s behind this
there wasn’t any debate
sent thousands of troops after
I heard his idiotic laughter
saw his delusional disaster
knowing he was twisting truth
manipulating words
while pronouncing them wrong
with red-necks singing along
to his bull-shit tune of turd
he sounded beyond absurd
not even the press
who asked him questions
could have cared less
for his alliterations
made no sense - nonsense
designed his entire defense
The War on Terror
he became the furor
so I became the stirrer
of a big, black kettle
yeah, it was Heavy Metal
like clapping thunder
I took the blunder
formed from liars
also known as republicans
The New World Order
was erasing our border
this capitalist system
protected by him
he’s one of them
look at your American dollar
then scream and holler
bring this secret society
out for the world to see
I’m not talking shit
won’t play any part in it
don’t (anyone) start to trip
because I didn’t flip

I shine too bright for this
still it gets me pissed
I want it to stop
before more bodies drop
that’s just the top
of a sickening list
civil rights and liberties
I’ve grown to miss
privacy agreements
they want me to sign
in medical offices
as if I were blind
as to what I would agree
to have taken from me
given for national security
clinical and personal information
they’re for capital punishment
but against abortion
by their own distortion
our confidentiality is dead
so they can move ahead
incriminating what they’ve read
who’s the one who said
life’s not fair
now cut your hair
then shave your head
go over-seas to shed
your blood, though it’s still red
whether here or there
remember life’s not fair
how much more can I bear
I know ethics are rare
especially in politics
what can we really expect
from raving lunatics
who will never respect
our right to privacy
they want to see what they want to see
but they’ll never see me
sign a fucking document
like a human experiment
giving them keys to my head
keys to my home
liberty to roam and roam
providing evidence
at my own expense
to prove I’m a terrorist
though at the very best
I’m humanity’s activist
with a lemon twist
so sour to devour
taking all their power
absorbing it like dry dirt
I hope they all hurt
by me speaking my truth
even though it’s uncouth

another thing that’s sad
it makes me so mad
it’s something so bad
something I wish we never had
the fact that they’re racist
because they insist
our new president "who’s black"
is at best a closet socialist
as they show up to town halls
with a whole lot of balls
packing heat on their hips
shouting from thin lips
about health care reform
bringing hatred with a storm
not realizing they’re the norm
who would benefit from change
they’re all so deranged
the VA and Medicare
neither make them stop to stare
crying out socialized medicine
that would take thinking for them
I imagine them thinking, brain-storming
with hatred just pouring
Obama’s not even American
what the fuck’s wrong with them?
I guess Hawaii’s not a state
because it was purchased real estate
we didn’t kill off the natives
we didn’t call them savages
neither were the Eskimos
it’s quite funny they don’t know
the innuendo of tea-bagger
within the context of pros or prose
some things they don’t get
like the true meaning of freedom
because they’re all too damn dumb
things like choice, civil and equal rights
you know, the cause of our original fight
against a king and form of government
how many lives were spent?
G.W. destroyed it in eight years
they should all be shedding tears
instead they hold picket signs
showing just how blind
how ignorant they are
they should all get a star
for being such schmucks
for making this country suck
they are biting their tongues
they should all eat their young
for having to hold themselves back
because our president is black
they want to shout the “N” word
even though that’s been heard
they won’t let it out in that way
they play “tippy-toe” today
where did their balls go?
were they just there for show?

©February 2010 – Tamara Nicholas

Memories of Cornbread

feels as if bugs are crawling all over
itching, irritated, ripping holes into tanned skin
scratching all over, every inch, my body
hoping to kill them or alleviate nerves shocking
vile and hateful, my mouth, cursing at “the professionals”
they ask me dumb questions prolonging agony
broken teeth, dental work, cavities, really?
asking me such questions so inapplicable
demanding to skip the bull shit just dose me
get into a comfortable bed, wait for the effects
I want a hot shower to sooth cramping muscles
cramping stomach, intestines
stabbing my insides like I swallowed an ice-pick
(a bullet would be quicker, less expensive, more relief)
it’s finally over in six days, yes, I’ve found freedom
not shallow freedom our forefathers desired
free from myself, the hell I created, uncertain
maybe it created me and I flourished in it
thought I had angel’s wings
thought so many stupid things
some were real, none of them matter
they led me to “right now” where I need drugs
drugs to stop the sickness, the pain
mental obsessions, emotionally bankrupt
cliché as it sounds, as it is, it’s what is
cliché is my life founded on fake memories
things like hope, serenity, and forgiveness
memories that crumbled like poorly baked cornbread
now I’m corn-fed and I feel human again

©February 2010 – Tamara Nicholas

Trying to Find Out Where the Pink Cloud Resides

I’ve been trying to find out where the pink cloud resides now that it vacated the space I was leasing it in the mid 90's."HEY. PINK CLOUD. Why don't you call me anymore?"


The funny things about clouds are they can turn colors so quickly. All they require is a body of water to pass over to become gray. They don't even have to be severely gray to lay down a pile of snow. Snow is also funny. If you don't have experience driving in it you can easily crash. Sometimes, because of ignorance and inexperience, it only takes "trying to maintain control of your vehicle" to cause you to spin out of control doing 360's from one side of the road into oncoming traffic. Just driving in the manner you have been taught or grown accustom to can go from you wrecking into an inanimate object to taking multiple cars along with you creating an 18 car pile up. Yep, sometimes it's better to release "control" entirely and go with auto-pilot. I will explain what I mean by "auto-pilot."

The earth is merely a huge puppeteer stage and we humans are gigantic Marionette puppets. We have long, invisible strings attached to a large, wooden control unit. Our Higher Power manipulates the wooden control which pulls our strings which makes us move in many different directions. So long as our Higher Power is the one with the control unit we will stay on a path which provides us with many learning opportunities and (sometimes) opportunities to teach. The path is the path which flows smoothly, effortlessly, and reaches many pleasant destinations. When we (the puppets) decide we are clever enough to know what is best for ourselves and/or others we begin to stretch the strings. Eventually they snap giving us complete control of our actions and the roads we travel which lead us to many destinations. These journeys, though just as scenic as before, always lead us to the same two destinations. Those two destinations are institutions and/or death. Not necessarily in that order...

No matter how much recovery time you have under your belt you have been given your own control unit. It's called a brain. The brain is the only imperfect organ in the human body. It is only imperfect because it was given the ability to think at such rapid rates. It can propel the body and spirit with its thoughts. It does this because thoughts are what form emotions. Emotions are the single most powerful vessel created by our Higher Power. The only thing more powerful (within human beings) is their Spirit. The Spirit is an extension of our Higher Power and if we allow our Spirit to maintain control of that wooden control unit we are effortlessly more happy. When our brain rationalizes with the Spirit and begins to converse it is so much louder than the voice of Spirit it easily takes over the conversation. This is the defect which creates all other character defects.

The mind is a very powerful tool we have been given. It's important to use our tools as they were intended. When we use a stick of dynamite rather than a "saws-all" to make an opening in a solid wall as we remodel our home we're going to create the need for a new wall to be built. This comes at a much higher cost than if we'd used a saws-all to create a measured, thought out opening requiring only a small amount of materials to give birth to the look we'd intended to create. None of us go out into the world saying, "I want to be a heroin and cocaine addict so I can completely silence the voice of my Spirit and damage all major organs in my body. Create huge voids in all the relationships which are important to me. Alienating any and all reason, capacity to love in an unconditional and healthy way. Then eventually die from the drugs themselves or the situations I choose to be in in order to maintain my self destructive lifestyle." No, only after long periods of sobriety which have given us experiences which are healthy because we repaired the strings and gave up the control unit to our Higher Power do we realize the error of our ways and what led us to break the ties with our Higher Power. Once that is realized (completely) should we go back to our old ways we do so with full knowledge of what we are doing. That knowledge, mixed with the complete ignorance of it, brings us to self destruction in newer and more heinous ways than we experienced before.

We thought we'd experienced hell the first time around when we hit bottoms that made us crave and strive for a new way, a release of our will, a surrender to our Higher Power. That was merely a glimpse into what hell truly is because when we "use," with the knowing that what we are doing is not right, then we get to experience hell in all its hateful glory.

My name is Tammy and I have been to hell and back more times than I care to remember. Though it's not something I care to remember I must remember everything because if I forget, for even a milisecond, where I've been and how I got there I will most certainly be sentenced to a life of immeasureable self-loathing and misery. I've lived too many of my "human years" in hell. I must give up control to my Higher Power if I want to achieve any level of true happiness. True happiness is created and saturated with unconditional love. Unconditional love for myself, my Creator, and my fellow fucked up human brothers and sisters. We are one family, one race. That race is the human race and we all share the same Creator (Parents) no matter what our religions, agnosticism, or brains tell us.

The Face of a Flower

The link in the title will take you to the actual piece.  I don't write daily as I used to.  I was improving so quickly back when I wrote daily.  It's as if I'm starting from the beginning again when it comes to writing poetry.  Please feel free to give your thoughts about content, flow, imagery, or any old opinion that comes to mind.  Feedback is always helpful.

The Reason "The Law of Attraction" fails for most people.

The reason most people do not see their lives changing rapidly in the positive ways that they desire (yes, even people who believe and try to practice "The Law of Attraction) is because this planet we live on is filled with humans. Humans (by nature) bring negativity. Not all humans are negative all the time or even most of the time. There are some people such as Jesus, Buddha, Gandhi, and other Masters who were not like the average human being. At least, not from what was ever publicized about them. Who's to say that they didn't have their "moments." The people who write religious and, even, Spiritual texts don't always include everything or (if they do) things get edited out by people who think whatever was written should be told a different way. In other words, the people who do the editing (most often) have their version of what's true or "what the general public should know." The same goes for the makers of the movie "The Secret" and the writer of the book "Feel it Real" just to name two.

What isn't told to everyone is that some things are harder to manifest than other things because of the way it's being attempted or the intentions behind what's wanted. Since this planet is filled with negativity fed to each one of us by the media, employers, religions, family members, friends, and about anything else subject to "reality" positive results are opposed just by the energy that's so prevalent in life. This is what brings the core issue to the surface, which is buried, as to "Why doesn't it work for me very often?"

The reason it's not working, other than there's so much negative energy surrounding us every single day, is because we (as humans) are subject to that negativity. We allow negative thoughts to fester within us and occupy a lot of our conscious time. Magic happens from the super-conscious which is accessed through the subconscious which is programmed by the conscious. Are you confused yet? Let me explain it more clearly by example.

If you spend fifty percent (or more) of your waking hours submerged in negativity via stress/anxiety, fear, anger, depression, guilt, and so on you are bringing all of those emotions and thought into manifestation. Yes, it happens. Say you get fired from a job and you fester on the fact how they fired you for no just cause. You get angry at the fact that someone else who was liked by management had stepped on your head to get up the ladder of success. Maybe they made things up that were completely untrue to tell management about you to make themselves appear better than you because (in actuality) they felt threatened by you because you worked harder, were smarter, or had selfless intentions when it came to your actions. Maybe you were too honest for that person because they lived their life submerged in lies, which is just an example (it happens everyday to someone, somewhere, within some company - believe it) of how you can bring those exact results back into your life with the very next job you get. Because you spent so much time thinking all those thoughts about what just happened (even though you were not at fault and deserve no bad Karma to come into your life from those circumstances) you have just made it necessary to re-manifest in your life because of all the time you spent on it consciously. Consciousness programs our subconscious. Even things we aren't, necessarily, aware of in our day to day thought processes get programmed into our subconscious. For example, when you walk into a room and your eyes see what color the room is, the type of floor, what the furniture looks like and so on. You may never give it another conscious thought and if asked about it later, because of vitally important information needs to be recalled from your memory, you may not be able to tell the person asking you where the room was located (let alone) detailed information of its interior. If you were put under hypnosis (if you are someone who is subject to hypnosis) you would recall every detail from the tiniest to the largest because the hypnotist is accessing your subconscious mind.

Remember, I said earlier, everything is manifested through the super-conscious, which is accessed by the subconscious, which is programmed by the conscious. Let's turn this around so you know how to create better results now that you know why you create so much drama in your life that you "consciously" despise.

It takes awareness to "consciously" think of pleasant things. Even when in the present moment, or the "now," we don't give enough attention to pleasant things. Not until we experience a lot of unhappiness do we remember what used to be "the now's" happiness. We aren't always immediately grateful for the happiness we are experiencing right now. This doesn't mean that more happiness will never come to us again because we didn't spend enough energy savoring it in "the now." All it means is that when we do remember those pleasant moments we need to express gratitude and spend time consciously putting forth our best effort to, even, feel what those moments felt like. That makes the energy even more powerful.

Why does it make it more powerful? The answer is because it raises our vibration. By "our vibration" I mean our energy. Religion refers to this energy as our soul. I refer to it as Spirit. When our Spiritual energy is elevated and in sync with our physical energy (by that I mean that our physical energy is also elevated) we are much more powerful than when one of the two or both are vibrating at a low vibration. Again, the super-conscious creates. Our Spirit is in the realm of the super-conscious. Our dreams may tell us what is about to happen in our reality from time to time. That is because our dreams come to our consciousness from our subconscious, which is one of the doorways to the super-conscious, but back to the "vibration theory." When our Spirit vibrates at a high level we are very dialed into everything and everyone (made by Creator) around us. That is because we are all connected through Spirit. We are connected to everything Creator has made and can feel the vibrations of all living things when our vibration is elevated and our Chakras are open and aligned.

If our conscious (or mind) suppresses emotions or thoughts of negativity it can create physical illness. The reason for this is because it lowers the vibration of our physical body. Negativity aligns with low vibrations and frequencies. Positive energy is aligned with high vibrations and frequencies. So, when you're at your optimal Spiritual and physical vibration (or at your best) you will manifest things with little effort expelled. By this, I mean you won't have to consciously focus on it for more than the time it takes your mind to form a thought. In addition, it will definitely not be mentally and physically exhausting because the only energy expelled from your Spirit is what Spirit is intended to expel. If you are physically ill and vibrating very low physically then your Spirit is going to expel a lot more energy to create something and, thus, make your physical vibration even lower. Our vibration is a result of our energy, which is comparable to a rechargeable battery. If overused without being charged during the timeframe, which it is being used to excess the battery will go dead and then must be recharged. If it is never recharged it may as well be tossed in the trash because it won't work. It will not bring to life anything that requires a battery to operate. The same goes with our energy or "vibration." If we get so depleted that we are physically damaged due to the depletion it can, even, cause us to feel as if we're actually dying. The lower the vibration the more negative the outcome will be. The higher the vibration the more positive the outcome will be. Is that simple enough, or what?

If we want to manifest anything into our lives our body, mind and Spirit must be aligned and functioning at their best or it will take so much effort to produce anything even slightly positive. I have manifested for myself as well as others and done it with much ease without any depletion to mind, body, or Spirit. There have been times where my energy was depleted or that the negative energy surrounding the person for whom I was trying to bring results was so thick and heavy that it harmed me physically. Even when we think we are protected physical manifestations, which are not desired, can come into reality. It doesn't always have to do with the body at first, but if focused upon too much (whatever the manifested negative outcome) it will give birth to physical problems. Some of these problems within our physical bodies which have been created through energy can not be diagnosed by regular medical doctors. That is because a portion of that energy is still residing in the super-conscious and a portion has been realized consciously. Therefore, physical symptoms can exist without any known cause to modern medicine. In cases such as this, it takes another Master (Shaman/Healer/Intuitive) to fix our problem. The Master we select must be vibrating at their optimal level to bring us the best and quickest results as well as results, which will be longer lasting.

Remember how I mentioned the intent behind the manifestation? When we manifest for others it is easier than manifesting for ourselves. This is because it is an act of selflessness. It is also because the other individual is trying to manifest for themselves the same result so there are two working rather than one. Do not let that discourage you, though, because it will not serve you in the best possible way to be discouraged. That is a negative vibration. You have to "know" that what you're throwing out will come back. If this is true of negative potential it must be true for positive outcomes as well. The rules apply to everything and everyone that is living because everything that lives is alive through Creator. Creator is all of everything and if we know we are truly connected with Creator through Spirit and, therefore, through mind and body we have to know that what we spend our energy trying to accomplish will absolutely be accomplished.

Dead-beat Dads

I had posted something under this title a few weeks back. Unfortunately I posted it at a time when I was very angry and my impulsive and wreckless act of posting while angry was not intended to hurt anyone. I write to vent and purge the negative feelings I'm having at that moment. I need to learn where and what's appropriate. Had I thought it through and (even) proof-read it prior to posting I would like to think I wouldn't have posted it. I know that once I read it, after someone pointed something out to me, I was disgusted with myself for posting it. I know I'm forgiven by Creator because Creator knows I have true remorse. There's a lot of things I wish I could take back moments after I do them (at times). If I had my way I would be different in many ways and I would change many things right this moment about myself and my behavior. All I can do is try to change the things that don't agree with who I want to be. Maybe I'll catch a break and succeed. Maybe I'll just die trying.

"Are You Serious?" on webs.com

The title of this post is a link to the other "Are You Serious?" which is set up as a writing group. I welcome all of you to visit that site and see what you think (even join). The more the merrier wherever "Are You Serious?" is available is always more fun.

I invited some more friends of mine...

I invited a bunch of people who range from relatives to writers to friends of mine. I hope they all join in with us who are following this blog and post a lot of comments and work of their own. The more the merrier (that's what I'm told).

Also, I encourage those of you who are already following this blog to go ahead and comment on what's been said (if you have any opinion) or create a fresh post with your own work or ideas and thoughts. The more that's here to read the more intersting it is and the more people posting the more diverse ideas and styles we get to enjoy.

Thanks for all the support. Hope to see you all on the board very soon.

Tammy

An Opinion that doesn't Cost a Cent

How did this post slip by me? (Referring to my uncle Oscar's post about his book and his comment on health care reform.) As one wise person once said, "We already have socialized medicine in this country. It's called the Veteran's Administration." Every citizen should have the same option for their medical needs as our vets are entitled to have.

Sure, they may (or may not) have risked their lives and limbs to serve many of us citizens who the right side claim to be un-american. Good for them. Most of them chose to do so knowing the risks. I pity the ones who were forced to do so despite the risks.

I support my troops by telling our government to quit putting them in harm's way because of ego, greed, or stupidity (whichever applies).

In my opinion there were only four wars in American history which had merit to take the lives of our military. Number one-the revolution, number two-the civil war, number three-world war one, and number four-world war two.

The US is too quick to jump into battle and does it under the guise of "freedom and democracy for all" which sounds so heroic and humanitarian like. Well, it's usually bull shit to cover up the fact that we jumped into battle for either ego, greed, or stupidity. Usually greed and/or ego.

Anyway, back to health care reform. Just because I didn't fight for my country (or sign up and sit and wait for something to happen) doesn't mean my life is any less valuable than the one's who did sign up. Just because I'm not filthy rich does not make me any less valuable than those who can afford quality health care. To quote "The Declaration of Independence" or Thomas Jefferson, more appropriately, "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."

Oh Thomas, if he were alive during the Bush administration he surely would have rallied the troops for an uprising. If our forefathers were alive today to witness how greed and corruption have destroyed this once great nation, well, I like to believe they themselves would gather together in a row to piss on capitol hill.

The citizens of this country (average, everyday citizens which make up the shrinking middle class and all classes beneath) are not being served by their government or by their employers, neighbors, families, friends, churches, or anyone but themselves these days. Sure, Obama instituted the extension of unemployment benefits and managed to get it through the house and senate so he could make it law. That's the only positive thing that has happened for the suffering, common citizen of today's america.

We continue to lose our jobs while watching them end up over-seas in a poverty-stricken country where labor is cheap. We continue to be spied on by our own government and held accountable for things which they believe we have done or will do without the benefit of legal process or representation. We continue to lose the value of our largest purchase of our lives (our homes) because of the greed that perpetuated an overinflated market and preditory lending. Our health care coverage continues to be cut while costs for the diminishing benefits increase along with the cost of health care. The cost of living continues to rise while wages go down and raises are not given to deserving employees so that profit margins can rise making the rich get richer.

Am I proud to be an american? No. Am I proud to be a part of a society that places the value of money over the value of human lives? No. Unfortunately greed is very contageous and it infects every individual who has ever gone without or had too much because too much is never enough. Was this what God intended when our great Creator created this planet and humans to inhabit it? In my opinion (which is free by the way) no way, no how, not in a million years was that the original plan. Unfortunately people do a lot of killing in the name of God and make a lot of stupid decisions that affect millions of people in the name of God yet it is their own will and ego which is the driving force - definitely not God.

I was going to post as a comment on your thread uncle Oscar, but I thought it deserved to be viewed up front and personal and "in your face" so to speak. Not in YOUR face per se, but figuratively speaking. I guess that's just how I roll. I've been a loud mouth all my life. At least now I have more than just curse words flying out of my pie hole and maybe someone somewhere will stop and think about what I'm screaming about all the time. If only one person stops feeding the beast of greed and feeds a starving human being instead then my screaming until I get hoarse was all worth it.