A few weeks ago, I had a challenging interaction with someone. They felt that I was an unsafe and untrustworthy person in their life because I did not ‘trust the science’.

Now I am not alone in my experience. Families, friendships, and partnerships the world over are being divided by ideologies. Hint: the use of the words ‘trust the science’ are the clue that someone is brainwashed by a radical ideology rather than thinking from a clear and rational mind.

What makes something an ideology rather than…

Nearly everyday I hear someone ask, “When will this nightmare end?”

There’s a universal law that states: as within, so without.

Another way of saying this is: inner reality creates outer reality.

You are the creator of your own reality based on what you believe, what you think, how you feel, and how you act in this world.

The global situation isn’t an accident, a random happening, or 100% the fault of the deep state cabal. Our current global circumstances are simply

The term ‘gender-affirming’ is the latest catch phrase sweeping the world. What’s the big deal? It sounds pretty positive on the surface. It tells people that they are doing something good, something accepting and inclusive. That they will be good, upstanding people if they support this ideology.

Of course we want to affirm people’s gender-identity, right? It’s the morally righteous thing to do.

The problem is that ‘gender-affirming’ is…

One day when my second child was 3, she wore a purple leotard to preschool, painted herself bright pink and declared that she was a pink kitty. If anyone at school wanted her attention, they needed to say, “Here kitty, kitty” or she would refuse to respond. The teachers indulged her fantasy, calling her Pink Kitty per her request.

When we arrived home that afternoon, I attempted to remove the paint-stained purple leotard. My daughter threw a tantrum, declaring she was a pink kitty and that she needed to wear her pink kitty suit

It was a typical Saturday morning at yoga class, students packing in like sardines. There I was, weaving between mats after grabbing a block when what I call my ‘teacher’ aspect popped up, making a grab for my inner wheel. 

The trigger: there were a half-dozen people standing in the back of the studio looking for a place to roll out their mat, no obvious spaces left.  My inner ‘teacher’ could instantly see both problem and solution…

Today I’m biting the bullet to write on that one topic that I’ve been consciously avoiding now for months - the transgender agenda.

Yes, I freely admit to not wanting to address this subject, not out of fear about what other people might think, but because a part of me is rolling her eyeballs, “Really? Does this really need explaining?” Apparently, it does. 

So here goes…

“I am so boring. I sound stupid. My vocabulary is too limited. No one wants to hear my words.”

This was my old internal dialogue. I hated the way I communicated. Every day was a battle of wanting to speak up yet judging my every word as inadequate. Let me tell you, this was exhausting.
Back in 2003, my idol was Dr. Mary Hulnick, director of the University of Santa Monica’s masters program in spiritual psychology. She was everything I wanted to be. Sharp. Sophisticated. Highly educated. Eloquent beyond belief…

I used to hate myself. Especially my body.

There was a period of time where I couldn’t leave the house without mascara. I was super uncomfortable in my own skin, afraid to be seen as my authentic self.

My mind ran a stream of negative self-talk related to my outer appearance: “You look so ugly right now. Your hair frizz is outta control, why can’t you do something? Eww, look at that giant mole. And your stomach flab, so gross.”

This demeaning self-talk ran as background music…

So I’m having this long, heavily-weighted dialog with a guy on Facebook about the state of the world… the tense situation at Standing Rock over people’s rights to clean water, the spraying over the dreaded Zika virus, the possibility of a Trump presidency… and how it all comes down to consciousness. My last thought on the thread was slightly pessimistic… wondering if enough people on Earth-School will really wake up while there are still a few trees left.

And then I walk into my mother’s kitchen and find THIS on the windowsill…