Time To Take A Stand And Save Our Future Like We All Got Shot / Throwing Up Our Hands Don’t Let Them Shoot Us ‘Cause We All We Got, We All We Got God Ain’t Put Us On The Earth To Get Murdered, It’s Murder

Phew. A lot of emotions. Just a heads up I don’t have a clear plan of what I’m going to write today because there are currently so many things going through my head. I’m just trying to organize my mind so I can get on with my day.

My kids and I have been talking a lot about racism and injustices around the world the last couple days as I mentioned in my last post. We’ve made the decision to all attend a peaceful protest that is taking place in our city tomorrow afternoon to make our solidarity known. I want my kids to know that they don’t have to nor should they ever stand idly by the sidelines when they see someone in need. And this? This is a whole race in need. Yes it effects us directly since my kids have a father who is Kenyan, but more than that I’ve taught my kids simple right from wrong, and the blatant racism that is killing individuals who happen to look like them is MORE than wrong. So we will do our part to change it.

This is a exposure of true character. A time to get off the fence. Maybe you or your family isn’t in danger of being manhandled by police. Perhaps your world is calm and quiet and comfortable. But maybe by joining a peaceful protest or signing a petition, you can make your experience a reality for people of colour. Instead of just sitting and watching the news and seeing protest or riots which some individuals have started, maybe join in with what you can now, so we can solve this issue and not have to have a repeat of this issue years down the road.

I was out for groceries this morning and over heard and elderly couple complaining amongst themselves about how they didn’t like being directed by a East Indian man telling them what till to go to or where to stand / when to unload their groceries. This was due to the Covid -19 restrictions and has been put into place for social distancing reasons.

All I could think was imagine having those ‘restrictions’ your whole life times 100 or more. That kind of segregation or separation from better opportunities. From higher paying jobs. Better health care. Imagine being looked down on for something you were born with. Imagine people thinking you were a threat as you went about your daily life? You might start to resent it a little to. You might have a little built up frustration in you too.

Then imagine there was a movement that unfortunately started because police officers did not enforce any law as is their job, but have continually killed people that looked like you. I could imagine you would at that point step in to join that movement for change in whatever form it took. So if you are still on the fence on this one, on the fight for justice for black lives because you think it doesn’t effect you or think it’s fine to just chill on the couch while others take up the cause, you’re dead wrong.

This is reaching worldwide. The world you are part of. It’s our opportunity to obliterate racism and not only make a change for the better but chose the best. I can assure you that the society we live in is nowhere near the best in its current form. We need all people on board. It’s either you support a change, or you are against it, or you have no thought either way.

Do you want to be known as someone who just lets the racist possibly succeed because you stood on the fence? On or off. For or against. Make your position known.

Killer or human.


-The Game/Don’t Shoot-

For 400 Years You Had Your Knees On Our Necks A Garden Of Evil With No Seeds Of Respect In America’s Mirror All She Sees Is Regret Instead Of Letting Blood Live They Begging For Blood Let

Here’s a text conversation I never thought would have to take place.

As a mom, I talk about it all with my kids, as most of my readers know by now. We’ve discussed drugs. We’ve talked about God and religion. We’ve had in depth chats about where babies come from and the intimacy of relationships. But today I had to have a discussion with my kids about racism and how it killed #georgefloyd and countless others. I had to look my young children in the eye and tell them how the fears and miseducation of others could potentially effect their lives one day.

Now as much as it made me want to die a little inside to have this talk with my kids, and see them try and process why anyone would be so idiotic to hurt another human based on their skin tone, it’s nothing in comparison to the pain and hurt that the family of George Floyd is experiencing. It’s nothing to be a little uncomfortable in my house to try and teach my kids how to behave if they ever encounter a police officer that is not the kindest. Don’t talk back, don’t give sass. Or if they are in a situation with an individual who is treating them differently based on how they look, they need to know that is a poor reflection on that person, not on my kids themselves. I can deal with that awkwardness if it saves their life.

What I couldn’t deal with, is not talking to them, and having this situation become something that produces anything like the tragedy that we’ve witnessed in the States.

It’s not my place to determine how the battle is fought, or what feelings they should feel. What I will do is support the change. I will use my voice to make this movement known and let the world know that I most assuredly support #blacklivesmatter . I will continue to educate myself on ways to help, and move forward in doing so in ways I feel are healthy and beneficial. I have signed petitions to bring the officers involved in George Floyd’s death to justice, as well as others dealing with past instances of police brutality, where officers are still walking free. How we come together and support is always up to us individually, but by keeping quiet it may seem like you support the oppressor. I for one would hate for years down the road to have my children (mixed race or not) ask me to my face what I did, or didn’t do in this time if I failed to contribute. Did I allow the suffering of humans to continue without making ANY effort to change the world that is ours for the better? We don’t know what will become of this but I can only hope we as a society will move forward in a more positive direction as we see the value of human life, and more people start to contribute to the teaching and growth of this movement instead of sitting in complacency.

People should not kill people.

Wether you agree with how the anger and pain and frustration is being vented or not, I KNOW you can agree with that statement.

People should never kill people.

And we need to support the ones who are being killed, because as a white person, my skin protects me. So I choose to join with those who are at risk based on their skin tone. We need to join our voices with them and let them speak and have their say.

#blacklivesmatter #useyourvoice #educateyourself


-LLCoolJ-

I Know You’re Built To Love, But Broken Now, So Just Try, Yeah I know You’re Chokin’ On Your Fears

So never in my wildest dreams did I expect this to happen. We went to get the mail yesterday and there were a few small packages in it, one for each of the kids and myself. From E. Not gonna lie at first I was like wtf? For a quick instant I was like is it something dangerous? What could it possibly be? Why after all these years, over 6 to be exact, would my ex be mailing something to his kids for the first time ever? So I sat in the front of my car and opened the Little E’s package first before handing it over just in case it was something that was better off handled by me. Is that a federal offence? I’m not 100% sure, but as a mother I’m sure you’d do it to if your ex sent your kids a small package in the mail for the first time ever after being apart for 6 years. I wanted to make sure it was something that would be good for Little E. Not harmful.

Surprise of my year when I looked in a saw a book and a card! I peeked in the card an saw the start of a nice note written to Little E. I opened Z’s package and saw something similar so I handed the packages back to the kids and told them they were from their dad.

I asked them to wait to open them and we called E so he could see their reactions as they opened the small gifts. I figured he had done this small thing for his kids he should at least be able to enjoy it. He picked up as I was pretty sure he would as I know he’s not working and doesn’t leave the house often due to his mental health issues, and watched the kids open their gifts.

I had to read the cards to the kids for them since he had written in cursive, and I will admit he did a really good job. Never in over the dozen years of knowing E has he written me a card, and now these heartfelt cards had words like I’m proud of you and you’re growing into a smart young woman etc. They weren’t just left at the writings that the cards had preprinted inside. It was really nice to see.

Then I opened my envelope and there, for the first time was an ugly ass purple card for Mother’s Day. The first one I’ve ever gotten from the father of my kids. Saying thank you for being a good mom.

And I was speechless. I teared up. Because I have to admit this week I felt like calling E and bitching at him to say I’ve been raising these kids on my own for the last 6 years without so much as a thank you, but I restrained myself One, because I’ve never done that before so why start now, and two because I’ve been really trying hard to control what kind of energy I put into the world, and also because I know he struggles with the reality of other people’s life’s at he is dealing with so much in his own mind. So I didn’t want to put that on him. So I didn’t call.

But when that card came in the mail I felt guilty for putting those thoughts out there. Yes, I needed him to acknowledge that I’ve been doing a great job and that I’ve been doing it alone. But I also need to keep my own mind in check of how I think of other people.

So I just wanted to share that my kids received the first ever gifts from their dad this week. Ones that I didn’t shop for on his behalf, and kind heartfelt written cards that they’ll treasure for a long time. And maybe it doesn’t seem that important to you, because your family is great and your dad does that stuff for you all the time, but just know I’ve been praying for this for a long time. And it’s beautiful to see it happen. And to see my kids hold those books, and get something I couldn’t give them no matter how hard I tried.

Was heart breaking and wonderful at the same time.


-Be Kind/Halsey and Marshmello-

This Girl Is Half His Age Don’t Stand So Close To Me

I made a mistake.

As a mom. I didn’t realize how my comment would affect Little E until the other day I went to give him a hug and kiss, which is pretty standard in our house and he turned his head so I could only kiss his cheek as opposed to his lips. So I asked if he was to mature to give his mom a little kiss? Let’s be reasonable here just for discussions sake. It’s not like we kiss with tongue or anything longer then a quick kiss to show affection and love. It’s nothing sexual and totally fine. But when I asked that he replied that no, it wasn’t because he was to cool, it was that a few days ago I made the comment that he should not kiss Z (his little sister for my new readers) on the lips. Now. For perspective, my kids just turned 6&9 this summer. And once in a while when they go to bed or say goodbye, they’ll give each other a big hug and a kiss. And apparently my uncomfortableness felt the need to push its way to the surface finally and I asked them to build walls between themselves to make myself feel better.

When he said that, I felt like shit.

I didn’t mean to cause him to think showing affection towards anyone is a negative thing, or something that needed to be reviewed in his life. In fact I have no logical reason for making that offhand comment to him other than for the same reason I no longer allow them to bathe together or don’t let them have sleepovers in each other’s rooms. I have fear.

I don’t want anything happening to Z. Now please, please don’t get me wrong. I don’t think Little E would ever do anything intentionally her or vice versa but as a mother I have to understand kids are innocent, but they also like to explore. So since I have the knowledge of that, I have to use my personal position as an adult in authority to prevent any harm to either of them in anyway that I can. That includes any potential sexual exploration among each other.

I know. This is a very taboo topic. And one that each family decides for themselves.

I for myself was never sexually assaulted as a child by a family member, but when you hear stories, you want to make sure you are considerate of others pain, and think of ways to keep your own kids safe.

Obviously, I’m being on the extreme side when I bring up the term sexual assault. But it starts somewhere. And so I have to teach both of my kids safe boundaries in regards to how they treat their bodies as well as how they approach others. I wanted to make sure Z felt ok with how she was being ‘loved’ and also that just because someone else wanted a kiss, didn’t mean she had too. I said the same thing to Little E. Like if we go to even a family get together or something and you don’t want to hug or kiss someone, you don’t have to. And from there, no he felt uncomfortable giving me a kiss to.

So I guess that’s my own fault, but I also think it’s ok in a way. It’s making him think through intimacy and boundaries. I don’t want him to think it’s never ok to kiss others, but I want there to definitely open up a conversation about it.

We’ll see where this goes from here. And I apologize this post is all over the place. I’ve written it in bits and pieces over the day and don’t feel like even reading it over for consistency’s sake. But thanks for reading anyways.

Has anyone had this issue or conversation with your own kids? How did it go? Or did you just leave them on their own to grow and figure it out alone? Let me know!

-The Police/Don’t Stand So Close To Me-

So Here’s To New Beginnings And Here’s To Breaking Free Let’s Chase A New Horizon, Chase Who We’re Meant To Be

So we did it.

In such a new way we achieved both a beginning and an end.

At least from my perspective. Each new chance at this has been expanding my mind to new levels. Even that phrase as such is misleading now. My mind. Because once you reach this level of knowledge, you can no longer continually live in conscious denial that we share one consciousness. So to refer to it so familiarly as my mind is definitely of an old mindset, one that is willing to allow growth, but not 100% comfortable with the wisdom of the full commitment it will take.  Because once two or more acknowledge the fact that we share one singular consciousness, how do we move forward from that? How do we maintain our independence and humanity on a simple level. One that allows the freedom from fear of the simplest things that would be present with that knowledge.

For a very easy example, that other with who you connect with could see what you see at any given moment, or could be impacting the thoughts or actions of say an individual who was maybe weaker or didn’t have the knowledge that the consciousness was connected? Or maybe this is how it has always been? And maybe this is where sects like the illuminati or whatever you want to call them start. Because titles have no power, it’s the ideas and  knowledge that they keep from the general population that does hold power.

Anyways.

To whoever has obtained this knowledge before me, I both simultaneously salute you, and hate you. For making it through this journey, that’s honourable. But for withholding this knowledge from others, that’s dirty play.

This is terrifying and amazing. Which is why I’m sure you all have kept it to yourself. This knowledge is powerful. And unless we all choose to work together, could literally destroy the universe. That thoughts are connected? That everything that flows through our minds are not secret to ourselves? Unbelievable to most. But true and achievable with a steady and careful mindset.

I’m not talking about just mind reading in a simple way, as if you could stand in front of someone and know what kind of ice cream they want. I’m saying, that if you slow your own thoughts, and deal with the retinue of emotions and issues you have currently at hand, one by one, your personal perspective will have a chance to become more calm and quite.

It is in this calm and peace that you have created for yourself, that you will have a chance to hear the energies that others have created. Some might stand out to you as individuals close to you, and therefore be more recognizable. Maybe it might feel like conversations in your head, you know how you rerun scenarios over and over. Well this time, try running them through with a positive tone. Try creating a good ending for everyone. Or maybe it might feel as though they are flowing through and within you. Or maybe as if you are entering their space, with which I suggest you do so without disturbing their energy. Once you correct your situation with that individual leave nothing else disturbed. The energy will flow out. You may find that as you do so, the next scenes that come to you are from your deeper past and you can create healing for yourself and others from there.

Anyways, this is just a quick touch on the topic for now.

I’ll review and revisit it later.

But I’m saying from experience over these few years that you can touch on others in a positive way. But it is not without overcoming whatever fears you’ve built up first.

 -Luminate/New Beginnings-