SUN & RAIN
Being it's SPRING, we here in Northern California are delighted at these rains we are having to keep the ground hydrated for as long as possible. It started raining the day after the official fire season was announced.
Not having written in this blog since 2011, I can say much has happened, yet reading the last posts, some things seem to be evolving slower than I would have hoped. This blog is appropriately named, My Dark Rants, for the space of darkness within the light of that which is me, is still prevalent. Nothing like reading old blogs, which are like journals, to show the undeniable, unalterable truth of where I was when I last wrote in RANTS.
Having kept journals my entire adult life, and having recently acquired the diary I made for myself at age 14, I cannot view my past through any filters of how I THINK things went, or wished they went. The filter of memory cannot taint my life for it's ALL in black and white, or as in the style of THIS blog, I chose colors. Colors are just a bit more fun. Well, I'm not ranting as much as rambling, now am I.
I have been in the longest bad mood I can recall being in. Despite my study and practice of Law of Attraction and other universal laws, knowing the power of thoughts, etc., I still have not been able to shake it. I'm angry about so much, and just scrolling through FACEBOOK is enraging and draining. No news is watched by me, EVER. Yahoo news articles are tiresome, and the commentary that I was previously hooked on looking at shows the low vibration of those participating, hence, WHY ON EARTH do I subject myself to this shit?
I won't go into all the issues and offer my two cents, but currently our government is happy to be dragging this country back into the dark ages, only in the dark ages, there wasn't the population or technology to also destroy the earth as it is being destroyed, so we're in the middle of a mess that is robbing humans of their hope. Which brings me to THIS rant.
I congratulate Meghan Markle for getting out of here, finding her Prince and living her best life. Please don't anybody bother to comment that I'm free to leave this country if "I don't like it" - I DON'T LIKE IT, NOT ONE BIT.
I wasn't one of those little girls who always wanted to be a princess, not once did I pretend this in my childhood play. I climbed trees and played army with my brother and his friends, dodgeball on our neighborhood street and drew pictures almost constantly. I was a budding artist that wasn't given the support to blossom, and now at this stage of life am defying all that was and beginning to paint again.
Gee, I haven't ranted QUITE enough yet, have I? Well, I'll be ranting more and using FACEBOOK only to post the link to this blog where I have challenged myself to write a RANT A DAY. I will not be sticking around to read any comments, should anyone do so, nor will I seek the dopamine allegedly attached to the collecting of LIKES, should anyone actually LIKE this, because,
I SIMPLY DON'T CARE.
I will rant that I am tired of Facebook being used to elicit money for services or donations for this & that. I've contributed to both and am ranting about how one particular really good author offers this service that I thought a consultation would boot me in a bit of a direction I've been not taking, but she simply charged a lot of money for a 90 minute phone call literally hard selling in a soft and loving way, her extended service that would cost more per month than my mortgage. She did tell me she channeled my custom program directly from the angels. That was rather the straw that broke the camel's back in my world of thinking someone "out there" might know more about what I should do than I do. This is my lesson in trusting my SELF and stop SEEKING for someone to "know me and be a team player" - I have to ACCEPT there IS NONE. I have to do this fucking solo, and I can say I don't like it. I AM a team player and wished for one for decades despite doing stuff on my own, including going to exotic far away places. I gave in to this woman's consultation out of sheer loneliness but now that soppy sentiment has been replaced by being pissed that it was a set up for me to pay her rent for a month and I was subjected to a hard sell for shit I don't need. So much for expensive lessons, I'd rather spend that money at a spa and get pampered on my way to a book signing tour.....which, by the way, is a matter of time before the book signing tour happens.
In case anyone is wondering, there IS a book already out there in the world and has been for long enough for the movie industry to pick it up and make a film out of it, using the music on my CD, also on my website as part of the sound track. Sometimes, these books get discovered after being out there for years, and mine now falls into that category. THE CHE DIARIES, in case anyone was wondering, is the name of the book, and it's on my website, which presently, is a site less traveled and rarely visited. So, get your butt to my site, where there is a portfolio of some of my art, my book, my music and buy something.....you know, support your local artist. LOL. No pressure.
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