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Surrender to flow…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 2, 2018 by JenJuice

It’s OK to not have the words to say, it’s OK to not understand fully of what one is going through especially with grief as grief is a profound experience. Yet, the power of communication gives us insight into what others are experiencing. I find the more I stick with love when addressing people that are mourning is the best sentiment I can give. Love has one meaning and in that meaning, there is space for us to be where we are. And, simply, it’s what we need to hear. Especially when losing someone you love in the physical realm. Where does that love go? Has it disappeared? Or is it a feeling and now what to do with the love on a physical level?

Love is an energy – the purest and truest energy and that does not die. That does not disappear. Energy transforms forms – it never dies.

Grief is simply an attachment to a memory. Simply…

The relative space of love is a good place to begin letting go and going with the flow. Non-resistance is where it’s at. It’s where we find freedom. 

Pain is pain.

Emotions often arrive in the form of physical pain in the body. It’s kind of the shit no one really tells us – how painful grief is. I now am on a solid diet of pole dancing, yoga, aloe, and meditation to keep my physical pain settled and flowing. I found while I’m hurting emotionally that the thickness of the grief is like mud sifting through my veins. And, it hurt.

Here is the thing… we can actually rise through and out of that pain. The pain in your body is just an elevated wake-up to your being to listen to the emotional pain that needs to be addressed.

We tend to act faster when we are in physical pain, not so much to emotional pangs. But, you can’t have one without the other. Pain is pain any way you look at it. Listen gently to these identifiers when they knock, when they whisper, when they call, when they scream, listen to what they have to say. Time and time again it’s the roundabout bottom line – to listen….non-resistance is key.

It’s as if we are the moon – we are the sea of fish…..We are the ocean.

I found the meaning of flow the day I scuba-dove in Thailand.

While underwater and just flowing…going with the current. If I held my breath, my body would retract. If I moved out of the flow, the school of fish eradication would occur. If I swam against the current I would not have the strength to go very far. So, I found..the meaning of surrender….in flow. It was that simple when I stopped fighting.14590123_10208338673159334_5698636977334885447_o

Vibrate Higher

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 11, 2018 by JenJuice

Energy is how we are here. Simply physics. Every living organism is a form of energy. Emotions are energy in motion….Movement.

Music is vibration and if the music we are making popular is vibrating at a lower level of consciousness, we are manifesting low-level energies in our World. We must understand that art is the power that evolves us and we need to be very aware of the energy we are supporting to vibrate our World. Because we are all part of the perfection and manifestation of our reality. Vibrate higher. Manifest the highest love. Passion is self-love.
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When She Speaks… Listen.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on July 10, 2018 by JenJuice

Some days I’m so paralyzed in grief. The heavy fucking-hearted energy. Can’t breathe. My heart has a pain so profound I can’t even reach. Can barely move. Crying hysterically laughing and sobbing simultaneously. Write, I hear. Dance, I hear. So, I do.

Then I hear a Youtube commercial…”What you hongry fo….?”

My Universal voice is a black grandma, just like me.

Quasi meaning.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , on May 7, 2018 by JenJuice

I quite often wonder why people say “I’m sorry.” when someone close to a person passes away. I’ve become more inquisitive of these two words the more death has become a close friend of mine. I’ve pondered why not just say “My apologies” for your condolences. It is just that more visible of the awkwardness this response is.  So, I began to ask people what they are sorry for or why do they say those words aside training. More times than not I would get the tale old answer, “because I was taught…”. So, what happens when you question your canned responses to life…then what?