remaking this bullshit

Selfish people – They only care about their needs, not yours. They take, drain, and expect without giving in return

People with no self awareness – They don’t see their own flaws, yet they constantly find fault in others. You’ll always be the problem in their eyes

People who lack accountability – They never own up to their mistakes, always blaming circumstances or others instead. Without accountability, growth is impossible

People with no emotional regulation – Their mood swings dictate the atmosphere. One moment they’re loving, the next they’re explosive, leaving you in a cycle of stress and anxiety

People who make everything about themselves – Your feelings, struggles, and achievements will never matter as much as their ego

People who never apologize – If someone can hurt you and not feel remorse, they don’t respect you

People who gaslight you – Twisting reality to make you question yourself is manipulation, not love

People who compete with you instead of supporting you – Real connections are built on encouragement, not jealousy

People who lack integrity – If they lie, cheat, or betray others easily, you’re not an exception—you’re just next

People who take but never give – Relationships should be reciprocal. If you’re always the one giving, you’re being used

People who drain your energy – If you feel worse after being around them, that’s a sign. Healthy relationships uplift, not exhaust

People who are incapable of deep connections – Surface level relationships won’t fulfill you. If they avoid depth, they’ll avoid true intimacy too

People who can’t celebrate your wins – If they’re only there when you struggle but disappear when you succeed, they’re not real friends

Start drama, then act innocent – They stir up conflict, but when confronted, they cry victim to avoid accountability

Blame others for their own mistakes – Nothing is ever their fault; it’s always you, circumstances, or someone else

Manipulate sympathy – They weaponize guilt, making you feel bad for holding them accountable

Rewrite history – They conveniently forget their role in the situation and paint themselves as the one who was wronged

Expect you to fix what they broke – Instead of taking responsibility, they put the burden on you to make things right

Restless mind, don’t infect the heart with fear. That virus is not for you. The Infinite knows what you hunger for. Ask Him to carry you across.

Some, who have closed their eyes, are wide awake. Some, who look out at the world, are fast asleep. Some who bathe in sacred pools remain dirty. Some are at home in the world but keep their hands clean.

Good or bad, I’m happy to welcome both. I don’t hear with my ears, I don’t see with my eyes. A voice speaks inside my heart, my jewel-lamp burns bright even in a rampaging wind.

Lord! I’ve never known who I really am, or You. I threw my love away on this lousy carcass and never figured it out: You’re me, I’m You. All I ever did was doubt: Who am I? Who are You?

Wrapped up in Yourself, You hid from me. All day I looked for You and when I found You hiding inside me, I ran wild, playing now me, now You.

Don’t flail about like a man wearing a blindfold. Believe me, He’s in here. Come in and see for yourself. You’ll stop hunting for Him all over.

A thousand times at least I asked my Guru to give Nothingness a name. Then I gave up. What name can you give to the source from which all names have sprung?

Who trusts his Master’s word and controls the mind-horse with the reins of wisdom, he shall not die, he shall not be killed.

Those who glow with the light of the Self are freed from life even while they live. But fools add knots by the hundred to the tangled net of the world.

When the dirt was wiped away from my mind’s mirror, people knew me for a lover of God. When I saw Him there, so close to me, He was All, I was nothing.

I trapped my breath in the bellows of my throat: a lamp blazed up inside, showed me who I really was. I crossed the darkness holding fast to that lamp, scattering its light-seeds around me as I went.

Alone, I crossed the Field of Emptiness, dropping my reason and my senses. I stumbled on my own secret there and flowered, a lotus rising from a marsh.

My mind boomed with the sound of Om, my body was a burning coal. Six roads brought me to a seventh, that’s how Lalla reached the Field of Light.

You rule the earth, breathe life into the five elements. All creation throbs with the Unstruck Sound. Immeasurable, who can take Your measure?

He who strikes the Unstruck Sound, calls space his body and emptiness his home, who has neither name nor colour nor family nor form, who, meditating on Himself, is both Source and Sound, is the god who shall mount and ride this horse.

He knows the crown is the temple of Self. His breath is deepened by the Unstruck Sound. He has freed himself from the prison of delusion. He knows he is God, who shall He worship?

Master, leave these palm leaves and birch barks to parrots who recite the name of God in a cage. Good luck, I say, to those who think they’ve read the scriptures. The greatest scripture is the one that’s playing in my head.

What the books taught me, I’ve practiced. What they didn’t teach me, I’ve taught myself. I’ve gone into the forest and wrestled with the lion. I didn’t get this far by teaching one thing and doing another.

I gave myself to Him, body and soul, became a bell that the clear note of Him rang through. Thoughts fixed on Him, I flew through the sky and unlocked the mysteries of heaven and hell.

Wear the robe of wisdom, brand Lalla’s words on your heart, lose yourself in the soul’s light, you too shall be free.

-- I, LALLA The Poems of Lal Ded Translated from the Kashmiri by Ranjit Hoskote

You don’t have to get it right on the first try. You don’t have to have it all figured out. You don’t have to be afraid of looking stupid. You don’t have to be afraid of failure. You don’t have to be stagnant. Just allow flow.

All women who live in places where we won't be persecuted for dancing in public, should dance. In many placesaround the world, dancing in public is illegal and women are being arrested for it. Women’s bodies are massive power sources which is why they are so obsessed with dictating and controlling us. We can heal ourselves and the world of everything. They just don’t want us to know it or be free in our hips, spines, and bellies enough to do it. Women were born to dance.

The more chaotic and fucked up the world, the more Venusian—softer, hydrated, and playful— I become. And the more barefoot hip circles I engage and the more wide open I lay. This openness is where the otherworldly solutions, next step directions, and impeccable energy flow are born from. We don’t understand who we are or how we are meant to function in our female bodies. The more fluidity we have, the more we are able to be more present and flow with the tides of life without getting swept away by the currents and the clearer we approach and process life.

Every cell in your body gets its frequency from how well you handle hard times. Good times are lovely but the mindful and healthy manner in which you move through hard times is what regenerates your tissues. I initiated myself into my version of the Lover-Warrior frequency I started unconsciously channeling around when I was around 30 years old. Although I am not currently living in chaos and have freed my tissues from it, I will always embrace chaos as a rites-of-passage and never collapse, tighten up, or run away from it should it arrive again.

I share more about my channeled "Lover-Warrior" frequency and the rites of passage of chaos in my 5 book series, The Melody of Love. Keep checking back for release dates. --India Ame'ye, Author, pictured while moving through full blown chaos in 2007