Honestly, I am sensing there are a few things at work here.  One, that some people are SICK to death of my constant posting and have blocked my Facebook page because they just don’t want to here about The Reiki Station and Holly Goodyear, anymore!  I mean, I post constantly, I say some really off the wall stuff and I am just, to fucking real I guess.  Oh, and I say Fuck, a lot sorry….  (Mom doesn’t like it either but at least she agrees that there are monsters in our mental closet and sometimes, well, you just do what you gotta do to survive).

Or, is it that you do what you gotta do to survive because you are elated about being inspired by others and you know that you have been marked by God as a messenger no matter what it looks like.  You see, ya’ll think that I am inspiring you to push harder and be better and stand taller because I am doing it.  WRONGO!  I am inspired by YOU to make myself a model for the underdog!  Yup, I am an underdog.

Was Prince an underdog at one time?  I can safely say that PRINCE did not start out as Worldly Royaly.  In fact, according to Wikipedia (who I usually trust), this is a snapshot of Prince’s beginning……..Check this out!

“Early life”

Prince Rogers Nelson was born in Minneapolis, the son of Mattie Della (Shaw) and John Lewis Nelson. His parents were both African American,[11] and his family ancestry is centered in Louisiana, with all four of his grandparents hailing from that state.[12][13] Prince’s father was a pianist and songwriter and his mother was a jazz singer. Prince was named after his father, whose stage name was Prince Rogers, and who performed with a jazz group called the Prince Rogers Trio. In a 1991 interview with A Current Affair, Prince’s father said, “I named my son Prince because I wanted him to do everything I wanted to do”.[14] Prince’s childhood nickname was Skipper.[15]

Prince said that he was “born epileptic” and “used to have seizures” when he was young. He also stated that “My mother told me one day I walked in to her and said, ‘Mom, I’m not going to be sick anymore,’ and she said, ‘Why?’ and I said, ‘Because an angel told me so’.”[16]

WOW!  I am speechless!  HE WAS VISITED BY AN ANGEL!  Interesting.

So what does that have to do with Me?  First of all, yes, I have had experiences with Angels and Demons.  Let’s be real here.  We all have but we may not have fully realized it.  And culturally, we may call them many different things or not anything at all, but at present day, we can be pretty confident in saying we ALL live in a world where energies align around each of us everyday and a prudent person will normally acknowledge the presence of a higher power regardless of personal interpretation.

This week, I was faced with some marvelous conversations that required me to test my faith, based on the “updated” belief system I have built. Since “walking” OUT of the church walls five years ago it has been most enlightening.  Just like I can sense when my Facebook posts are getting on someone’s nerves, I can also sense, when people condemn me for being different because they don’t see me supping with a church community.  What they fail to remember is that Jesus NEVER stayed put in the congregation and searched high and low for supernatural experiences outside in nature and in the home of the Underdog.

So, maybe you ask, how in the World do I consider using the letter’s F-U-C-K and Jesus in the same blog post?   Well, scholastically this IS an unacceptable Word, but it does have a true meaning.  It means, For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.  (A title of a Van Halen Album from 1991.)   And without getting too graphic here, basically it means unlawful sex.  How in the World it got translated into a tantric scream when you drop a plate and break it is far removed from unlawful sex.  (tantric/Tantrum…see the correlation…….) Get my point?

And, I know that many of you find offense in my blatant disrespect for “the reader” here by saying “that word” especially when you are all my friends on Facebook and that I profess to live a holy and inspired life by non-denominational requirements.

Well, some of us “minsters” make the conscious choice to talk about the dark side of humanity so that the lighter side of humanity will shine in the End join us together as a whole.  I am not sold on the whole Hell concept anymore.   It’s too cruel in general.  I think we can deal with some of that fear now if we can dig out the bones in our closet so you can bury them not leave them stranded when you move into “the afterlife”…….  A world where you can always see the Son/Sun, Day or Night…………….

My deep personal dive into shadow work has scared the beejeezies (another slang for Jesus) out of a lot of you!  My therapist, and I quote, said “Holly, if your thoughts of fear were to manifest from your head then every 5 year old little girl in the world would have monster’s jumping out of her closet!”  Oh shit.  I might want to clean those thoughts up and channel them into finding solutions to my phobias.   Wouldn’t you agree?

Which brings me back too…..Fear, Purple Slime and the Underdog.  (Yep, I am making a point!).  Research this week has presented to me a common thread when it comes to highly gifted people and how they perceive life.  People with VERY HIGH IQ’s live on a different spectrum BUT they are excessively challenged when it comes to living up to the Worldly Standards of Today.   In the 4th grade, when I was 8 years old, my teachers advised my parents to have my IQ tested because I was different.  We DID NOT HAVE PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE OF THE SPECTRUM back then and if we did, this poor south end girl was not really a role model for a higher intelligence commercial.  However, I remember the day I was tested and the shapes and numbers and symbols that just looked very foreign to me.  I remember being……scared…….  I did not know what was happening.  So, I was tested and was recommend to be advanced a grade.  My Great Grandmother Flossie King, said ABSOLUTELY NOT!   I have the memory of her face in my mind when she was “convincing” my mom to leave things as they were.   And, well, you did not argue with Flossie as nice as she was as she sat with her Bible in her lap all the days of her adult life.  🙂

So, yesterday I told my mother I needed to know what the results were because my intuitive vision is increasing and I am either going to find my channel in this world and experience life on life’s terms with awareness or, I may go crazy like Prince said.  She said, it was high.  98 is average.  It was quite a bit higher……I did my research on the actually score.  Yep.  I am a genius and dammit I want to test again!  LOL!

So now I am bragging right?  NO!  I am telling you that people need to understand where they are on the Spectrum as we now call it because I just sat in my chair and eavesdropped on 6 teachers eating breakfast next to me just now in the hotel lobby and all I can say is “Ugh”.  The challenges that these women (and men) are facing today trying to teach a worn out curriculum to a new breed of intelligence is cruel.  If it is going so well, then why do I hear story and story after story of disheartenment when it comes to our educational system.   And in my opinion, teaching these beautiful minds insane quantities of technology is NOT THE ANSWER for these children.  Oh my God!  Are we a country full of idiots?   Who is on the campaign trail again?…….:P

So, again, I say, yes I know I piss people off and that is fine.  Yes, I know that publicly being a big mouth blogger can hurt the chances of my former circle cheering me on to stay the course and support what The Reiki Station model really means to me when it comes to Stress Reduction and Truth Telling in our society but quite frankly, I want to see my business grow because of the amazing and exciting branding when it comes to massage therapy and when the client finally does comes to see me at my practice, I will be blessed to get the privilege of reminding them that yes, there are monsters in their mental closets but not to worry, it is all in their head.  Everything is ok!   Then, I will Purple Slime them.  I hope it helps!

Namaste.

Purple Life

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