“Be realistic: Plan for a miracle.” — Osho Rajneesh
For those of you who are honoring me by stopping by for the first time, I want to express my deepest gratitude! This being said, you might want to know that I am a survivor.
Back in September 2018, and after having been harshly abused by a malignant narcissist, I was about to end my life.
I was saved at the last moment by the grace of my pure love divinity through an out-of-body experience.
It was as if the servant leader in me dissociated to make me see all the…
Like the Aryan conquerors of India, white Europeans in the Americas wanted to be seen not only as economically successful but also as pious, just and objective. Religious and scientific myths were pressed into service to justify this division. Theologians argued that Africans descend from Ham, son of Noah, saddled by his father with a curse that his offspring would be slaves. Biologists argued that blacks are less intelligent than whites and their moral sense less developed. Doctors alleged that blacks live in filth and spread diseases — in other words, they are source of pollution. These myths struck a…
Toxic friends can merely “do” for you. A healthy friendship is all about “being”.
If you are a new reader, welcome on board, and thank you for deciding to stop by. If you are a returning one, I want you to know how grateful I am for your trust and loyalty!
I am aware some of you might be tempted to ask whether all toxic friends are dark, manipulators, or simply what I like to call character-disturbed individuals who lost their soul battle and turned evil.
Toxicity can either come from an abusive & manipulative person or an emotionally imbalanced…
I feel fortunate for loving animals and need to admit to you it hasn’t always been the case. I never hated them or stayed careless whenever I was witnessing some cruel behavior toward them. But, I can’t say I had a particular connection with those beautiful living creatures!
Up to two years ago, I was trapped. I was the by-product of a lifetime of conditioning. I was diving into life with numerous traumas, emotional scars, and unprocessed feelings.
Up to two years ago, I was living 95 to 97% of my day on auto-pilot from a program I never wrote…
In my gym, we have many classes from the Les Mills International fitness program. One of them goes by the name of Body Combat. It is one of the workouts that unleash the natural warrior we all have inside of us, in all likelihood!
Whenever I am immersed in the euphoria of my beloved class while being accompanied by my passionate coach(es) and gym friends, the following lyrics from ‘The Champion’ song by Carrie Underwood always play, on auto-pilot, in my mind:
I am invincible, unbreakable
They knock me down, I get up again
I am the champion, you’re gon’ know…
We met virtually on a social media platform. I was captivated by her exquisite energy and the genuine kindness I was feeling between the lines. I knew deep in my heart she would be one of my treasures, and guess what? My heart didn’t fail me!
I was shocked by realizing she was not only a Momma but one to four grown human kids and three adopted fur kids! I mean look at her angelic and young face!
I bet you’d have never guessed one of her kids is 18. You read it right. Your eyes are not playing some…
The social media platform where I had the privilege to virtually meet Ken Holsten has a special place in my heart thanks to the healthy relationships I’ve been building through it.
The hero of today’s story and shoutout is one of my most cherished soul friends. We knew each other through our genuine engagement on the platform.
By engagement, I mean the kind of feedback that might open the doors to either heartfelt or critical-thinking-fueled deep discussions.
If you are a returning reader, you may already know that I am not into small talks. They are an important part of…
When my hosts told me the gyms in Brazil were open again, my heart started dancing. It felt like another gift from the abundant Universe! That’s what I love the most about accepting what I don’t control, in all likelihood.
While planning my volunteering trip, I was prepared for eliminating my gym ritual for three months given that the situation was portrayed as catastrophic in Brazil — at least according to people who expressed how shocked they are by my decision.
The gym offered a Zumba dancing class, which I adored. …
When I reached Venâncio Aires, a small city in Brazil, where I’d be volunteering for 7 weeks in a language school, my hosts picked my fur kid Mimi and me from where the BlaBlaCar driver stopped, as stipulated in our contract.
I was thrilled by my trip from Porto Alegre to the small city in the South of Brazil — more specifically in the Rio Grande do Sul state. The driver as well as the other passengers were delightful, to say the least.
Should it be worthwhile, I went through the experience in detail, among my other BlaBlaCar trips here:
Writing about things in the nexus of stoic philosophy, psychology, neuroplasticity, and epigenetics. Common denominator? The subconscious program!