"Sorry about your children but we need guns in case our government infringes on our Constitutional rights and tries to murder or jail us for our justified responses to escalating violence."
Now?
There is absolutely no excuse for this. None.
"Sorry about your children but we need guns in case our government infringes on our Constitutional rights and tries to murder or jail us for our justified responses to escalating violence."
Now?
There is absolutely no excuse for this. None.
Unfortunately, Capitalism *is* the shark and it's hungrier than we anticipated.
Ready to change the channel already
Unfortunately, Capitalism *is* the shark and it's hungrier than we anticipated.
Ready to change the channel already
Not one, but two groups stole utterly unique vehicles and drove them openly (one from CA to IN) and the law never caught on?
Are we serious right now?
Carry on.
#StrangerThings
Not one, but two groups stole utterly unique vehicles and drove them openly (one from CA to IN) and the law never caught on?
Are we serious right now?
Carry on.
#StrangerThings
Turns out it's easier to remind you how to sing your heartsong when I'm not trying to teach you mine.
Turns out it's easier to remind you how to sing your heartsong when I'm not trying to teach you mine.
In 2000, these people were all on GW Bush's "Florida Recount" team:
- John "Just Calling Balls and Strikes" Roberts
- Brett "Roe is 'Settled Law' " Kavanaugh
- Amy "Confirmed 1 week before election" Barrett
In 2025 ... they rule
FIFA: Hold my beer.
FIFA: Hold my beer.
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festival
(The Road Back)
The music spreads, calling others from near and far.
A circle forms, a gathering of souls vibrating in patterns that unite and divide us.
The harmonies call both peace and chaos to join the celebration
We join the creation of a new chorus & everything it brings.
festival
(The Road Back)
The music spreads, calling others from near and far.
A circle forms, a gathering of souls vibrating in patterns that unite and divide us.
The harmonies call both peace and chaos to join the celebration
We join the creation of a new chorus & everything it brings.
(Reward)
As you sing your heartsong solo, other voices begin rising in harmony.
You've connected, inspired, and focused the flow of energy through your song, inspiring others.
Here is the joy, the synchronicities, and “miracles” that only come to bold singers of heartsongs.
(Reward)
As you sing your heartsong solo, other voices begin rising in harmony.
You've connected, inspired, and focused the flow of energy through your song, inspiring others.
Here is the joy, the synchronicities, and “miracles” that only come to bold singers of heartsongs.
Nothing is as real as this moment. Allowing yourself to be vulnerable, honest, humble, and do what you must no matter the consequences.
You hope for acceptance, but you're not here for feedback, you're here for you. Because not singing is not an option.
This is who you have to be.
Nothing is as real as this moment. Allowing yourself to be vulnerable, honest, humble, and do what you must no matter the consequences.
You hope for acceptance, but you're not here for feedback, you're here for you. Because not singing is not an option.
This is who you have to be.
The heartbeat drum has brought them all here. They're all listening. To you.
This is the moment. It's time to shine. Nobody but you can do this.
"I believed I was unworthy”
What are you now?
The stage is empty, your audience is waiting.
Sing.
The heartbeat drum has brought them all here. They're all listening. To you.
This is the moment. It's time to shine. Nobody but you can do this.
"I believed I was unworthy”
What are you now?
The stage is empty, your audience is waiting.
Sing.
When an inner choir of shadow and spirit sings in harmony, it becomes a beacon. The drumbeat we walk through the world attracts allies and activates opponents.
People gather, some humming our song, some with other songs to share.
The vibrational bridge between our hearts grows.
When an inner choir of shadow and spirit sings in harmony, it becomes a beacon. The drumbeat we walk through the world attracts allies and activates opponents.
People gather, some humming our song, some with other songs to share.
The vibrational bridge between our hearts grows.
Our inner critics are restless and begin to test our faith like never before.
Guilt, and shame, anger and grief swell along with your heartsong, not to drown out the music but in response to it.
We stand and face the shadows and they free us from our past.
Our inner critics are restless and begin to test our faith like never before.
Guilt, and shame, anger and grief swell along with your heartsong, not to drown out the music but in response to it.
We stand and face the shadows and they free us from our past.
Following your joy guide, you take that next brave step forward - a conversation, a laugh, an act of faith in yourself.
note by note, the melody returns to you, the illusion of separation fading note by note, the melody returns to you, the illusion of separation fading
Following your joy guide, you take that next brave step forward - a conversation, a laugh, an act of faith in yourself.
note by note, the melody returns to you, the illusion of separation fading note by note, the melody returns to you, the illusion of separation fading
Their vibration is medicine that draws you out of your shell.
For the first time in a long time, you can't hear the critics, for a little while. Long enough to trust. In yourself, your purpose, and echoes of joy.
Their vibration is medicine that draws you out of your shell.
For the first time in a long time, you can't hear the critics, for a little while. Long enough to trust. In yourself, your purpose, and echoes of joy.
Who am I to sing? Stay small, stay quiet, stay safe.
Why would you risk it?
Maybe we're “hearing voices” in the bad way, not the healthy way.
Living joyfully feels like an impossible dream.
Yet even as we doubt, our song softly plays within, it cannot be silenced.
Who am I to sing? Stay small, stay quiet, stay safe.
Why would you risk it?
Maybe we're “hearing voices” in the bad way, not the healthy way.
Living joyfully feels like an impossible dream.
Yet even as we doubt, our song softly plays within, it cannot be silenced.