Σάββατο, 10 Σεπτεμβρίου 2016

This is what hell is all about




The devil is not this horrible, deformed creature you think he is.

The devil is your logic disguised as rational thinking.
Trying to make you a servant of your logic, instead of the other way round, instead of you keeping your logic as a handy servant.

Trying to keep you in places, things, people, situations where your heart is empty and dead and safe in mediocrity , where your spirit is withering but your physical and rational self is thriving. That's where devil is and that's where your soul is dead. In your safe , flat logic.
God is where your heart is singing, even if by everyone's standards you 're there in the lowest of the lows. When logic starts shouting, you cant hear the singing of your soul. And you wither. And die inside. This is hell. And it all starts by paying heed more to the shouting than the singing.And then all kinds of physical and mental torture afflict your body ( disease, depression) trying to tell you that you're in your hell. That you forgot the singing. That you 've been whoring yourself to your rational mind and betrayed your heart's true calling.

Forget about safe.

Go where your feet tremble with joy and fear instead

This is what hell is all about




The devil is not this horrible, deformed creature you think he is.

The devil is your logic disguised as rational thinking.
Trying to make you a servant of your logic, instead of the other way round, instead of you keeping your logic as a handy servant.

Trying to keep you in places, things, people, situations where your heart is empty and dead and safe in mediocrity , where your spirit is withering but your physical and rational self is thriving. That's where devil is and that's where your soul is dead. In your safe , flat logic.
God is where your heart is singing, even if by everyone's standards you 're there in the lowest of the lows. When logic starts shouting, you cant hear the singing of your soul. And you wither. And die inside. This is hell. And it all starts by paying heed more to the shouting than the singing.And then all kinds of physical and mental torture afflict your body ( disease, depression) trying to tell you that you're in your hell. That you forgot the singing. That you 've been whoring yourself to your rational mind and betrayed your heart's true calling.

Forget about safe.

Go where your feet tremble with joy and fear instead

I am a woman who loves too much and I wear this proudly, as a badge of honour






I am a woman who loves too much.
And I wear this proudly, as a badge of honour.

When I give , I don't just give my all. I give of my flesh and blood, until I am depleted and run out of the last droplets of love. I am a heavy weight lover, or a marathon runner of love, if you will.

Recklessly adoring and vulnerable to the point of bleeding to emotional death–my heart is displayed wide open, for I not only trust love in the abstract, but I trust the one I love in action, deeming them worthy of my love specifically because they were chosen to be loved by me, not because they are either worthy or unworthy of it.

I lay my heart in front of their feet and even give them a sword to pierce it through, knowing fully well that sooner or later they will.

When I walk into a room, the love overflowing from my heart radiates out of me like a technicolor sun. Cats, dogs and little girls are drawn to me like iron shavings to a magnet, because the warmth of that love, the love of a woman that loves too much, soothes their insides. I walk wearing my love potential like a regal mantle, sweeping behind my back and men on the street compliment me on my looks, having no idea that it is the strength of that love that compels them.

My loving too much is my presence and my signature.

It is present when I pamper the one I love in bed, or when I sacrifice my last euro to feed a stray kitty.

I navigate through life posing for selfies or having lessons or writing blog posts, laying my soul bare ,purely because my heart tells me so.

I am dripping in love, weathered from the blows that life on the vulnerable side delivers to me all the time, weak and strong at the same time in the beauty of that love.

I am not afraid to tell you I love too much and am proud of it because I have done the work to be at home in that love.

I do not shrink to accommodate the love that is given to me ( which, since I am a marathon runner of love in action and most people are couch potatoes in comparison, is rarely up to par) , but burn bright to remind them by example, what is there to be afraid of?

I cherish each scar on my heart, each wound, each betrayed trust, each inch of my mercy. I walk with my head held high because I know only love can heal us all.

I show this world my tears and my laughter, unashamed.

I know better than to try and fix or heal the ones that cannot or wont love me back. I know that by healing my self worth and strengthening my love potential, I heal this world.

I am a woman who loves too much
and I wear this proudly, as a badge of honour.

I love fearlessly and sweetly and ferociously with all the might I can, for what good is living if we are not loving?

I am here to love and love I will.

I can taste bullshit from a mile away since I am freer and truer by choice and that gives me stronger insight into inauthenticity.
But I still choose to trust. With all my heart.

I do not keep my love in a cage that requires a transaction of any sort to be free.

I care and dare and hurt and love through my life.

I am a woman that loves too much — you will feel me when I walk into your life or your space

Σάββατο, 9 Ιουλίου 2016

The Hypnotic Power Of Breasts





Magnetic. Hypnotic. Fascinating.
All breasts are beautiful.
Not metaphorically. But truthfully.
Why?
Because a woman's breasts are her feelings and emotions made visible. A young girl's breasts are beautiful in the sense she is like an emotionally unopened bud that has a lot to give. An older woman's breasts are beautiful too in a different way, because she is a warrior of giving emotional support throughout her life and that shows visibly. A woman who has breastfed her babies has another kind of appealing softness about her breasts, the softness and sweetness of nurturing through her body. Whatever shape or size of your boobs is just right. Because your feelings are always beautiful and breasts are your feelings made visible. There will always be someone who will appreciate those feelings (and boobs). Please don't think you need artificial stuff to make them pretty. Fake is ugly, especially in feelings. And, like I said, your breasts are your feelings made visible.
Breasts are totally hot – just not in the way people usually talk about.A woman’s breasts will synchronize with her baby to become the perfect temperature for it. She does it for her lover too, if she is in love with him/her. Think for a second of when you hugged your mother as a child, or when your child hugs you… where is the head? That’s right, laying on the chest, on the breasts. Soothing. comforting, transmitting love. It is intangible, but no less real. This is how mothers transmit the nurturing, loving energy to their children even when they are not breastfeeding. This is how women transmit loving energy to their lovers as well, through their breasts. (By the way, this is how a man gives loving energy too, but his breasts are flat, so he transmits to his lover a sense of sturdy stability, of reliability and strength, as opposed to the woman's nurturing ).
Mother’s milk is completely unique and not possible to replicate (despite what you may have heard from the formula companies). It actually changes minute by minute, day to day, to provide exactly the right nourishment and immunities that a baby needs as determined by the breast through receiving information from the baby’s saliva on the areola. I breastfed all four of my children. I am so glad I did. But many mothers can’t, or don’t. What I want to talk about is the invisible aspect that is rarely talked about that every mother, whether she breastfeeds or not can give with her breasts: her feminine, nurturing energy.
A man sucking his partner’s breast, is remembering the feeling of suckling at his mother’s breast. Hormones of pleasure inundate his body in sheer ecstacy, feeling deep peace and pleasure in his own body and profound connection to their woman. At the same time, since breasts are connected to the womb, a woman is inundated with pleasure hormones as well and orgasmic sensations. This is the power of the breast. If you no longer have your own breasts, don't worry. The energy crenter -your heart- is still there, so you retain intact your powers to excite and nurture and soothe .
Your breasts are miraculous,
not just for what they look like,
but for what they are and for what they do.
Love them.
Be proud of them
They are your feelings and heart made visible
With nurturing Love
Eirini

Σάββατο, 4 Ιουνίου 2016

4 Things Life Has Taught Me About Being A Mother




I am the proud mom of four boys. 

Like almost every parent on this planet, there are days that my heart feels like it may burst because I can hardly contain the love I feel for them.
At other times, thankfully few and far between , I feel like I've failed them miserably. 

While society considers me to be their role model and educator, after almost 21 years of being a mom to them, I have come to realise that they are actually my greatest teachers.

And these are the 4 most important lessons they have taught me:


1. When in doubt, err on the side of indulgence

I have noticed that all over the world the prevailing idea is that a more lenient parenting style is often confused with neglect or not clear boundaries setting,  while strict, authoritarian parental styles are thought of as 'tough love' and being a 'responsible parent' . But strictness of its own accord does not guarantee caring and protection any more than lenience of its on accord  guarantees love and warmth.

Yes, I am an indulgent parent and proud of it.
Meaning, more often than not, I take the most relaxing road in child rearing.

God knows I wasn't always like that. With my first born, I wanted everything to be done perfectly, in a timely fashion and by the book. And if it wasn't, I had to 'discipline ' my kid. Which resulted in an awful lot of unnecessary tension and unhappiness for both of us and, believe me, little or no results when it came to stopping undesirable attitudes or actions. Eventually I saw the light and realised that my kids' mental, emotional -and physical - health is far more important than perfection or 'teaching them the right lesson'. 

''But won't the kids turn out to be spoiled brats?'', you ask. 

Honestly, I don't understand this question. It is as if my kids, and any other kid on this planet, are inherently evil little creatures that need to be taught the correct way or else their evil nature will take over. This is obviously a remnant of puritanical thought of eras gone by and I'd rather not debate  the obvious. 

Being a spoiled brat is usually the result of a parenting style that fluctuates between overindulgence and too much strictness, where the kid does not know what to expect at any given moment and as a consequence has never developed the inner self discipline to correct or check themselves when they are about to engage in assholish behavior. When there is always a parent or authority figure teaching you to do that or else, you 'll turn up to be an adult that only does things because someone makes them to. 

Life has its way of using corrective measures to make sure that you 'll pay for the consequences of your actions, good or bad, no matter your age ( this obviously does not apply to life threatening situations). Studies have shown that when it comes to preventing unsocial or harmful teenage behavior, by far the most important deterrent is neither strictness nor neglect, but rather active warmth, meaning caring and showing up daily, in the good times and the inevitable bad times. Showing you care, and never giving up is the key for me. 


2. My parenting style is ok and so is yours

Barring abuse and neglect, this goes for every single parenting style on this planet. There is no perfect parent. No one size fits all. And no parenting style is better than another's. We may differ, but so do our kids. Life abhors uniformity. In everything. Your kid is unique in all creation and so is mine. So love and raise her or him accordingly.

You are doing fine. 
You are doing your best. 
Keep going.
Don't listen -or read- to  uncalled for advice. You are a great parent. Really. 

Just keep at it.

3. When it comes to teaching values to my kids, this is the one most important thing I go by

Sure, I want my kids to be loving, loved, healthy, happy, prosperous, well educated, compassionate, resilient, open-minded, respected etc. Yes, I want for them all the wonderful things life has to offer on this planet.

But more than anything else.

I. WANT. THEM. TO. BE FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!


Freedom is my highest value. Top notch. Yes, even higher than love. So it is only natural that I want this for my kids more than anything else in this world.

Freedom to me means leading the most authentic and satisfying -mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually - life possible. If something feels restrictive, it is probably oppressive and soul crushing and, if tolerated for too long,  contributing to ill health and misery, ultimately depression and physical melt down. Our bodies and hearts know. It is our minds that trick us into repressing our souls in all ways imaginable. 

It is ok to do your duty and avoid instant gratification, but look at all those people feeling chronically depressed, sad for no reason, or that they are somehow trapped. All clear signs they 've been lacking in freedom, first of the soul, then of anything else.

I don't want this sort of life for my kids. This may be the case all over the world, but it doesn't have to be so. And it all starts out when you're too young to know any better.

If freedom is your guiding post, if you are taught from a very young age to value your inner guidance more than ANY authority figure (yes, your parents included ), anything that feels oppressive, you have the clarity and strength to change . And thus save your soul from being crushed down by society's demands that only wants obedient cogs in its machines.

Freedom "gives" happiness because the state of being free is aligned with your true nature. The more you are aligned with your true nature, the more you are well. When you are completely aligned with your true nature, you are completely well, and completely free.

And ultimately, the only way to teach your kids to value freedom is to set the example for it, but even most importantly, to raise them in a way that allows them to make free choices and value their inner guidance system more than ANYTHING else in this world.

Because this guidance system is the Holy Spirit in them. ( Ok, their life force, if my religious jargon bothers you). 

And because freedom is the way we are ultimately loved by God.
(or the universe, or whatever, I'm sure you got the point)

So love your kids like (a) God , teach them the highest value there is.

Freedom


4. Ultimately, my kids are first God's children, then mine 

It’s not always easy for me to trust that God's plan for my children is better than any dreams I might have for them.   I’m just one piece of their story, even if that piece is a very important one. Thankfully, I can fail -though not intentionally!-  and make all sorts of mistakes, and God is still sovereign over all and His Grace will eventually be evident in my kids' life. 

Just like in everyone else's.




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