#MindfulBasedActivism

I’ve started the hashtag: #MindfulBasedActivism Not to be confused with bypassing, avoidance, ‘playing nice’. Rather to me, Mindful Based Activism is about authenticity, self-care, self-love & learning to expand my listening. I’m new to this myself.

In my commitment to #MindfulBasedActivism, I explore ways of expanding the listening on Mens Rights & other topics. I also prioritize finding ways of expanding my listening. Which means getting present to another person’s reality & meeting them there.

For me, #MindfulBasedActivism must begin with my relationship to self. Kindness begins with me being kind to me by prioritizing my self care & self love. To me activism & advocacy is about my growth as a person, who I am in my community & expansion of conversation.

To me, #MindfulBasedActivism is about getting real. About facing social blindspots & blindspots in the Human Rights conversation. It’s about learning to self care in the pushback & be kind to myself & remember the human being before me feels just as much as I do.

The love in to me is about facing the identity with illusion breaking authentic tenderness or authentic ferocity of the heart starting within. Self love is the root.

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Sacred Dance Between Man & Woman

I believe there is a calling out for harmony between woman & man. This harmony begins with facing the disharmony within & the unconsciousness that keeps the divide in place. First I must look: Where am I projecting my hurt onto an entire gender?
 
Sacred dance between man & woman is not only of romance. In fact what I speak of is not a romantic notion. It is the harmony between woman & man in conscious community together. Our potential as human beings is stifled until we deeply explore this.
 
Whether the conversation between man and woman is of romance, or whether it is simply in community, where do we allow politics to hurt our ability to see each other as fellow human beings?
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Cultivating Awareness

Not succeeding at something I realized my habit is to make that wrong. Making wrong is fine too and being present with feeling the loss. Yet something is actually there where I once perceived simply a lack. When I do not succeed, or when I gave up where I could have moved forward, I am not left with simply a loss. I am left with an awareness. In my ‘lack’, in my ‘loss’, in my failures, I cultivate awareness.

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Who Am I In The Silence?

I feel so naked without my art. So vulnerable and just here on my own. With just me. Just my being. I’m not doing something nor expressing something. My art is vulnerable and a deep expression of my heart and soul. Yet when the Muse has not poured its inspire across my shoulders, dripping deep into my limbs, does my soul not speak? Of course it does! It is this voice here that is calling me to listen. It is almost a whisper, nearly unnoticeable, this subtle call. Much different than the calls I am accustomed to, or that I’ve mostly paid attention to. Who am I without my art? Who am I in the spaces between creation? What is this which calls my attention? Is this simply the voice of my being? How can I forget that simply in being, I am creation. When the passion of activism and the surety of advocacy is slumbering in my heart, does my voice carry no meaning or purpose? Does it have to? When the dance is still in my limbs, do I need to fix this? Does my aliveness cease in stillness?

Who am I in the silence?

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Cutting Baby Boy’s Penises To Service The Elite.

I’m disheartened to find the devastating and violent unconsciousness in our society that even celebrities who I have come to enjoy very much and even respect like Oprah and Sandra Bullock are using face cream derived from baby boys foreskin. How many of these women are supporting #MeToo while supporting the violation of baby boys? It’s disgusting and it’s barbaric and this is the forefront and the effects of our blindspot on the empathy towards men and boys. We need to face this with education and information and make people aware of cutting the bodies of baby boys is NOT OK. We get it when it comes to girls. Can you imagine? People wearing face cream from FGM and supporting FGM so they can have their favorite facecream?? Well, we’re doing it here in America with calling for the body parts forcibly cut from baby boys for someone else’s ‘luxury’? I am disgusted and disheartened. While we look down at Africa as barbaric, who are we being right here in our own country?
 
Wake up America! Stop cutting baby boys to pamper the elite. This is straight out of horror movie. We need to stop laughing about this monstrosity and get aware. Globally this is a vital conversation.
 
#MenToo #BoysToo
I did not make this meme it was shared with me and it says it all with words and photo:
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The Confrontation Of Identity Death & Rebirth

I face the identity consistently. Within myself and when I am faced with it externally. The identity exists to die and be reborn. When the identity is not allowed to take it’s course, like the Phoenix to burst into flames and be reborn from the ashes, it starts to corrupt, decompose and stink.

With how I have been faced here and the deep judgment on what I share, I am aware that many here are confronted by their perception of me and my stand. I welcome judgment and disagreement by those who are brave enough to actually follow through the experience, through the alchemy to understanding. To me absolute agreement is not required for understanding. Nor support.

I have always been one that has not been a coward when it comes to identity death and rebirth. That does not mean I have not resisted it, I do at times. However, I regularly race into the flames and dare the alchemy to burn away what isn’t.

I have had 7 years of intensive training with a teacher that was about cutting through illusions to seeing the heart of self. Then about 3 years of incredible work with accountable coaches with a clarity, integrity and stand for cutting through stories that stand in the way of the reality of the innate power, heart, community and difference one is.

I do not share this to create some illusion that I have ‘arrived’ as there is no place to arrive and life is ‘self-work’ until the final day. And really not just ‘work’ yet that is an integral piece for me in allowing the beauty of relaxing deeper into being. I do not share this to place myself above nor below anyone. I share this to share.

I am a warrior rooted deeply in my heart.

My stand is only for community, unity, relinquishing of illusion and the allowance of the death and rebirth of identity. I come purely from love, my heart and seeing something greater than me and small shadow tribal mindedness. There is nothing wrong with tribalism until there is. I face the identity beginning with me as that is always the origin is self.

When I speak to people here I come from a place of seeing each individual as powerful and greatness because to me that is truth.

I’m one of the few who runs towards danger not away. I face death threats, hatred more vile than I could have even imagined, told I should be raped and left in a guttter, told I should be lynched, told I am all things evil and vile- and why?

Because damn right I am an absolute threat to the identity.

I face the identity that wants to keep hatred and division in place and call that ‘comfort’. The identity that wants to pretend our differences make us ‘enemies’. I don’t think so. That is a lie. Our differences each have wisdom with the potential of creation in ways only possible in community.

I face hate daily in my conversations and I do so as I sing to the Phoenix-

It’s OK to die, you will be reborn with a splendor.
I am here in my heart and I see you.

Even as the external identity lashes out, I stand. Not against as is often misconstrued, I stand. In the hellfire, unwavering, because I believe in greatness of people and I will absorb no story that tries to pretend otherwise. I stand in the blue flames of hate unwavering not because I hate, I stand because I see past the story, I see a heart and I believe in that heart, I believe in community. I stand in tenderness and I stand in ferocity, as love is all of it.

So, feel free to judge me however you need. I’m not going anywhere. That is not a threat. That is a stand. And I just shared what that stand is.

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Man & Woman Source Life Together

Man and woman. Both life. Yet, we negate man as a part of life. We travel the length of his lingam to meet our mother’s body and mature. By the miracle of the two of them, and the extraordinary biology still laden with much mystery, we live.
 
Why do we continue to negate the life source that is man?
 
From the beginning of time there has been the love of woman, which is beautiful. Since before language was born. Continuing throughout history most of our literature was written by man and man has always loved woman. Heralded womanhood, protected woman, humbled by the being of woman and even exalted woman above himself as all things innocent in this world.
 
Woman has been the miracle of life…yet, why do we forget that man has been too?
 
For as a human female, I am not capable of asexual reproduction. Fact. If it were not for man, there would be no life. Man is just as vital a source of life.
 
As for the love of woman, why do we still question it exists as well? Our oldest poetry is all about how woman is absolutely everything. Predominantly written by man. How can we not see just how much man treasures woman and how this love for women has always existed?
 
Each existing in the fibers of each other, man and woman are life source together.
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