Human "God Power"

Does anyone follow MyGodPower, because it’s about to get really fuckin interesting....

25 years ago, my FIVE year old was maced by police INSIDE my WHITE home. The police were trying to get to me and my husband, because a slutty WHITE teenage girl lied to them.  I was on the phone with the shift commander, because of what was happening.  Back then, the phone was still attached to the wall. Two officers were breaking down my back door and my daughter who was terrified, hid in the coat rack... When they saw her move, they sprayed her...  (the fuckin slop artists didn't know she was 5, right?) they had no business being in my home.

BUT - Who wouldn't want an opportunity to arrest the rich guy on the block?  It just sounds like fun doesn't it?  We were humble activists - and I guess they wanted to chase us out....

They don't care what color you are! ALL they care is that they can COVER IT UP, and make you look guilty, because you are poor, or because they have all of the power of the legal system behind them, and you have none.  No matter what happens, once THEY make the first wrong move (macing the 5 year old) they have to arrest someone...  because that automatically turns the tables of guilt from them to YOU.  #simple

This is how they act in poor neighborhoods.  I'm sorry to break the news to you....  YES, I had the power and the means to move.  So I learned the difference, something that most never do.  In my new neighborhood the cops say "yes maam", and "no sir" to the people that need them, and they wouldn't dare be disrespectful. 

This nation really needs to wise up and see the TRUTH for what it is....  "FIXING POVERTY" is the thing they DO NOT want to do....  so they sell this Grand Illusion of Racism instead.  STOP BUYING IT!  We are ALL human beings, each with our own perspective..  Some become desparate for $$ and resort to doing ugly things.  There are no pre-requisites of skin color for acts of crime...  but most criminals are indeed DESPARATE AND POOR!  POVERTY is the BIG TRAP!  It is so hard to break free....  Think about it - once you have a criminal record, you can't get a JOB, you can’t go to college.....  then what?

Yeah - we live in a fucked up society for sure!

After much ponderance, I have figured out the significance of "the Christmas Story".  unfortunately, I seem to be the only one.  So in attempt to spread the word, I will share.

Christmas is supposed to be a celebration of humanity, with a focus on the birth of a human baby (any and all babies) to honor the limitless human potential that lives within all of us, as sons and daughters of God.  And through this we salute the power of the woman (Mother Mary) who brings this life through her body and nurtures it with all the love she has. Without the "Mother Mary" (symbolic of all mothers) none of us would exist, male or female. 

God flows into a newborn with his/her first breath, and flows out with the last.  When you see a person who is close to death they have very little of their "godpower" left within them.  With the exhale of their last breath, ALL is gone, back to where it came from....    (seemingly in the heavens)

God is LIFE.  God is every breath we ever take. We are to use our Godpower to serve.  I am God.  You are God, just like Jesus was.  #MerryChristmas #MyGiftToYou Why not think about that....  

"Trust God" means listen to your own soul, as though God were speaking to you!

If you can begin to think in this way - Everything that seems illogical, will start to make sense!

Oh come let us adore him... (the god within our self)

Joy to the world, the lord has come (another baby born)

The reason for my awareness is because I am a travel agent working on a group cruise for people who don't drink.  They are primarily members of an AA group. They are really hung up on "being anonymous", and I say “hung up” because I truly believe that now is the time for them to “come out”.

Their anonyminity is sabotaging their ability to connect with each other, and do what they truly desire, to cruise together.  Every day I have calls from people who won't give their full name.  So frustratingly I can't help them.   

I get it.

It makes PERFECT sense for them to want to cruise together!  Why would they want to cruise with a bunch of other lushes that are doing something they might desparately want to do, but can’t? It would be like going into a candy store just to look around and drool if you were a diabetic with a sweet tooth. 

I believe Cruise Lines should have FULL SHIP NO ALCOHOL Cruises for non drinkers.  

There should be a vacation option that caters specifically to you!  Your money is just as green! But it can never happen until those who desire this band together as one.  As long as the vast majority of non drinkers remain anonymous - they will remain in a state of disconnection with little or NO BUYING POWER within their cause.

If Alcoholics and other Non Drinkers had Buying Power they could tell the Cruise Line “Lock up the Liquor Cabinet” we’re coming next week!  While you’re at it, get together the most beautiful virgin tropical libations you can find for us!

Why are alcoholics anonymous anyway?  Because they are afraid of being judged by society for beloning to a support group that enables them to stay sober?  

That makes NO sense!

It is comepletly honerable!  

Who would judge an alcoholic for that?

If you come clean with who you are so that everyone knows, you will receive MORE support than ever before!  We are all good people who don’t want to harm one another!

(If my dear friend had been an active AA Member - he might still be alive!)

Step 1 of AAs 12 Step Program states: We admitted we were powerless over alcohol–that our lives had become unmanageable.

If this is true about you, AND you have overcome it through your AA Group Support System then YOU are “AAMAZING”!  

Give yourself credit.  

Be Pround!  Be YOU! - Love that very strong and successful person.

Hold the hand of another - teach everything you know.

There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of!

Come out as an upstanding citizen with the right to connect with others like yourself.

Stop hiding in the shadow of shame. You are NOT GUILTY!  You are Human!

Once the music is "in you" it never leaves....  some can bury it and pretend it isn't there, or say that they changed, and don't like it any more, but that's FAKE. 

Come on... let go - let yourself feel it again! BE ALIVE! DANCE AND SING! It's just Rock and Roll!  There are so many high level spiritual messages there if you only listen....  Don't deny yourself that!

Excuse me if I have some place in my mindWhere I go time to time......

Happy Mother’s Day Mama!

I picked up my phone this morning, as my coffee was heating.  I had alreay folded a load of laundry as beautifully as I could possibly fold it, for the man of my empty nest, and of course myself.  He was dutifully cleaning the slime from the filters in the bottom of the dishwasher.  

I didn’t expect anything from my girlies this Mother’s Day.  One lives 90 miles away and the other is on vacation with her little son, and had given her gift early.  I was looking forward to a day of catch up work, and some outdoor projects that I adore.

But then - I noticed a message notification.  

As soon as I opened it tears began to flow....  My younger daughter, in Chicago had no doubt just finished it.  The photo even has the shadow of her phone that she was holding to take the pic. 

I didn’t tell her it made me cry.  She probably wouldn’t understand.  Next month I will turn 56.  Today was the first day that anyone has ever said this to me.

Not Happy Mother’s Day.  “Follow YOUR Dreams”  Like MANY MANY Moms - I have spent my life supporting others in their quest to follow their dreams.  

 Is it even okay for ME to have dreams? 

If I had wanted you to point out my spelling error I would have asked for someone to proofread my post.  To proofread means to “read” and “mark any errors”. I did not.  Miss-spelling is not a Crime.

Facebook does not have a spell check feature, which means that spelling on Facebook, isn’t important.  It is in fact entirely open to anything!  Facebook is an outlet for creativity which can even include deliberately miss-spelled words.

My post communicated an idea.  My post was a year and a half old.  For an entire year and a half no one cared about the miss-spelled word.  

Which makes me wonder what is special about YOU?

Communication is an exchange of information. If you received the information conveyed, then communication was achieved.  If you are not asked to mark errors in the communication, then marking errors is not a natural way to respond to the communication.  I would think an English Teacher would understand that.  

Facebook is NOT an English class.  No one signed up for English advice or criticism.  When you place a comment on a post it should be meaningful, because the notification that the person gets will inturrupt their day. Any time you inturrupt someone, you should do so using good manners.

If you are still in need of papers to grade, maybe you shouldn’t have retired.

If you are still in need of papers to grade, maybe you should open a proof-reading service.

I personally have many clients of whom English is not their first language.  If I was always correcting their spelling in communication, rather than just understanding what is meant, I wouldn’t have any clients....

“Get A Life” means find meaningful work that helps people, uplifts them, and empowers them.  Correcting spelling or other grammatical errors on random Facebook posts that you come accross, can’t possibly be fulfilling, and I know for sure that the inturruption is purely annoying!

I will NOT fix spelling of the word because I think this point is much more important! 

In 1967 I arrived to my first day of Kindergarten.  My Mother dropped me off and I set out to explore the room. Finding a book, I sat down to read it. I found a place that was quiet, out of the way by the courtyard window.  Other children were still arriving, and then a bell rang. After the bell the teacher began gathering up the children because it was “time”, time to begin the organized instruction. She went around the room personally addressing each student and directing them to gather.  When she got to me and my book, she said “and what are YOU doing?”....  “Reading” I replied.  She took the book from me and pointing to the designated area she said “we don’t know how to read yet - go over to the group now, run along” and she put the book back on the shelf.

That was really confusing...

I did know how to read, in fact I could read quite well.  I had been to one year of private pre-school and my Mother and Grandfather worked with me every day. We had hand lettered flash cards on poster board from my Dad’s print-shop. They knew that if I could read I would be able to learn ANYTHING! I wanted her to notice that I could read and that’s not what happened at all... Why did this teacher assume that I could not read?  Did she ever give it a second thought?  I didn’t correct her, I just joined the group like I was told.

How different would I be if I had corrected her?

I should have corrected her, but my paradigm got in the way.  My paradigm belief was - that I was not important, I did not matter. I should stay out of the way and go with the flow, and above all do what I was told. I had been taught that children were to be seen and not heard.  I knew I should speak up, but that’s not what I did.

Since that day I have done that same thing over and over and over again...  “not stick up for myself” that is!

Until one day when I decided that it was really ridiculous what we allow society to think of us...  So I started a Facebook page called “High School Dropout Pride”.  I have no idea where it will lead me or take me. But I am finally HONEST!  I am a High School Dropout who learned to read at age 4.  If you listen to what society tries to teach you you might think that all High School Dropouts are illiterate.  I only have one question for you....

I sat and I listened. I heard that I don't understand. One person said that I could not understand. The next person described loudly, her race - how oppressed, and un-grounded they were. She looked me in the eye with hatred, as though it were my fault - while she proclaimed loudly that I didn't have the capacity to understand. 

She had never met me before.  She didn't know me.  She hadn't spoken with me ever before.  She didn't know anything about my past present or future. She simply hated me because my skin was white and I had come to meet with her.  I had responded to an invitation with an open mind and heart.

It was then that I truly understood that what you say about another is actually about yourself.  I understood it in a deeper way than I ever had before.

                          When you are a High School Dropout! 

I sincerely congratulate you for making it through high school.  I can attest that it wasn’t easy.  It is something that I myself couldn’t do!

My Mother was addicted to Valium.  My Father was absent by choice.  Our home was a disaster.  There was black mold growing on the walls, behind the furniture in my parent’s bedroom.  The lawn was rarely mowed.  For periods of time we had no heat, and other periods of time no electricity or no phone... 

One day during my Sophomore year, it was “visit the counselor day” during English class at school.  We stood in line, and one at a time sat down face to face - one on one, with the counselor. The counseling office was divided up into private glass cubicles, one for each counselor.

I waited in line while the students in front of me went in for their interviews. Some stayed in there quite a while and others did not.  When my turn came I was invited in and sat down on the chair....  

In my mind I was thinking - I wonder what there is for ME..... Maybe this school counselor will tell me.  Maybe he would see something in me. All of my life teachers had been telling me that I was working below my potential.  What did they mean by that?  What was my potential?  Where would I find it? Would my potential be discovered here in the “counseling office”?

The counselor looked at me. Then he said “Hello Lynn.  Are you going to college?”  

My mind was saying “I would if I could”....  But I knew I could not.  My parents had made that clear.  Only rich people went to college. We were poor and there was no money for college.  I can remember asking my Mother how come my cousins could go to college, and she replied - “Because they are rich”.  My Father said that I wouldn’t need college, that I was intelligent enough.  He thought that I could do anything I wanted, and beside that I would marry well...

So I replied - “No, I don’t think so” and waited there on my chair for his reply..... 

I thought he might tell me that I was “college material”, or that he knew where I could get the money... but he did NOT.

He said “OK, then - Thank You”........and looked up to the line and said 

”NEXT”

I left wondering - What the fuck was I doing there? What a complete waste of time! I really needed to get on with my life.....

If I had been black, this would have been called racism. Can anyone tell me what it’s called when you are a “very white girl” who comes to school every day and doesn’t cause any trouble? I went home to ponder this. Not much later I quit. 40 years later I am still wondering....

I started a Facebook page because I feel a calling to dispel this crazy notion that dropping out of High School is wrong.... but digging deeper - that it means that you are "uneducated" or even "incompetent" or "unqualified" or "inexperienced" NONE of which are true!  Most High School Dropouts do so for a very good reason and they are not “un” or “in” anything... 

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The worst feeling is a day with no YOGA.

YOGA is my #SelfCare

It is where I honor my "self" for maintaining strength of body mind and soul.

YOGA fuels my life force with love!

YOGA lights within me a burning sweaty desire to live!

YOGA compels me to breath deeply and with passion!

YOGA tingles my soul and remind me that it exists!

I love YOGA outdoors - but indoors is better than no YOGA

I love YOGA with friends - but alone is better than no YOGA

YOGA is free.

YOGA sets me free.

I don’t need a YOGA teacher.

The year was 1977. I was in the principal’s office of Rockford East High School. The message I heard was “That used to be “yours” but now it's “Hers”, as we looked out the window at her, in the front lawn of the school.. Because she's black and we are afraid of her.” It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong. It is a price we are willing to pay to keep peace in our school, because if we were to confront her, there is sure to be conflict....  Since we don't know how to resolve this conflict we will allow her to steal from you.... you have white privilege.

That is what I heard.  

BUT

I wonder what she heard.... Even more I wonder - what was she trying to say? 

No one ever asked her....  “What did she need?” (attention?)

Nor did they ever ask me.....  “What did I need?” (help?)

It was my team jacket from the Rockford Marlins a regional AAU swim team.   It was bright red with the team logo on the back and my name embroidered on the front. It had a patch from every swim meet I had competed in during my AAU competitive swimming career.  I was a freshman in high school. There were no sports that year because of budget cuts at the school board level.  It was stolen from my gym locker and she wore it to school the next day..... 

Although my parents didn't have a lot of money they bought me the jacket and paid for my team swimming because I was good. I know it was a hardship for my family.  The thief must not have understood how much the jacket meant to me, or maybe she did.... I will never know.  

So far that year there had been racial riots on the front lawn between the African Americans and the Americans. I was really beginning to wonder what the point of being at school was...  it wasn't safe and I couldn't swim...

But more than anything I disliked school because I didn't like to be judged based on my ability to spell a word or understand algebra. There was no one there that was at all interested in helping me find my life purpose or lead me to discover what my greatest gifts were.  All they wanted to do was TEST ME, sort me and grade me on the busy work that they assigned.  I bet she and I had this in common.....

Swimming was the thing I was good at. And it probably meant that my superpower was how to play my inner game, but in a world of academics it had no merit. I can even recall being ridiculed for getting an “A” in P.E.

My superpower was that I knew how to talk to myself in a way that enabled me to win the race, but no one would ever notice, in this outer world of materialism - they thought it was just about my jacket.  My jacket was symbolic to me, of all the times I had won, even when someone doubted me or said that I could NOT.  

A Black girl stole my jacket in school, and no one from my school would confront her, simply because she was black.  She even tried to get their attention by wearing my jacket to the place she took it from.  Can you believe that no one gave her even a moment of notice?

I wonder what she needed...

I bet it was similar to what I needed!

I wish there had been someone skilled at conflict resolution who could have made she and I understand one another....  Can you believe that high school administration had no conflict resolution skills?

What I needed at the time was to know that my school cared about me. But they did not.  I needed to feel safe and I was not.  Two years, many tests, countless unmet needs later, I QUIT SCHOOL. And I never swam competitively again for school or the Rockford Marlins....

What I learned - There are Hippocrates in high places!  They really don’t care - they are just pretending, while collecting their pay check.... They didn’t care about me and they didn’t care about her. When a student quits school they always blame the student, when it is usually their very own fault for not meeting the student’s needs!

I wonder what happened to the girl that stole from me......  What effect did NOT being heard or NOT getting her needs met have on her?  

What a fucking honor it is to have “White Privilege”!  Don’t you agree? 

My Godpower - is a journey through ponderance of feelings and ideas - about who I am and why.

We are ALL human.  We are female, without which there could be no male. We are male, the ONLY defining difference, is in physical form. We are masculine and feminine - not to be confused with male and female.

We are not our religion - We were not born religious - we are taught religion.

We are not our race.  Race is simply physical - We are so much more!

We are not our culture.  Culture is something that anyone can experience.

We are each unique.  Growing into who we are with each new experience. Only after the experience is over do we react to it in “being”.....

We are our being.  No more and No less.  We are not White, Black, Asian, Hispanic, Christian, Jew, Muslim.....  All of these are experiences that we had, that make us feel a certain way, and enhance the complexity of our humanness!

If anyone takes offense to an action of another religion, race or culture - and I asked you “What if you forgot about being (your certain religion, race or culture) and instead just claimed to be human, would the offense still exist? 

The answer would always be “NO”

If we stop “being offended” we can ALL live in peace!

To say it another way

The reality of the matter is that the Test measures the effectiveness of the Teacher, not the ability or potential of the Student!  ~ Lynn Belles

The only thing that THIS test would truly measure completely is one's dexterous ability to fill in the circle with pencil at the particular time the test is given....  Perhaps it would detect some level of the student's intellectual alignment with the view of the teacher (whether or not they have been taught to think alike and believe something to be true).  The sad part is that we use this method to judge a person's potential to achieve.....    What if a Universities said "We want to enroll all the students that performed in the mid-range on the test"......  “even if they don’t have any money”

Human Nature

a term that should remind us that humans are Nature!

Humanity is the highest form of life that is integral to Earth. We are nature. We are of the Earth, like trees that can walk, feel and think. We do not magically appear by the hand of God.  We evolve into the world in a natural way through the body of our Mothers. We depend on Earth for air, food, water and shelter. There is no substitute. We can not get these things somewhere else. We are not above nature, we are the top class of it on earth.  It is our job to manage nature with our mind, heart and soul. To never take more than we need and to make sure our footprints can be erased.

We are separated by the sea into continents, and from the universe by the atmosphere.  We are highly intelligent, able to penetrate these natural boundaries. 

But

I always taught my daughters when they were struggling to write to just "write like you would speak".  They could understand that, because they could speak. But for some reason it just wasn’t that easy.  There they would sit staring at the paper and later the computer screen....  waiting for the words to come. Then I would finally sit down with them and ask them what ideas they had.  As they spoke, I would type what they said......... we would have discussion about their assignments, until the paper was done, thinking and writing, talking, sorting ideas, typing, reorganizing, thinking some more.... My daughters learn by doing, just like I do.  But when you don’t know where to start “doing”, it is a real challenge.  I can’t recall being taught how or where to start a writing project, in school. They didn’t really teach that.  They just gave assignments.

Writing is a form of communication used to tell stories or convey information. My daughters’ struggle was rooted in homework that they maybe weren't very interested in. Complicated by the fact that they were not taught how to get going.  They weren’t taught how to tear down that wall inside, the wall between the outer world and their own individual ideas...

Writing breaks down the barriers.  The walls in your psyche that guard your inner most thoughts.  Sometimes they are the thoughts that you aren’t sure about, the one’s that you don’t dare SPEAK.