Remembering a past life is like watching a movie. Do I decide to believe that the life or the story I just witnessed is/was my own? That I need to cling to it, give meaning to it and identify with it? Or is it a story I can learn from and move on?
Read MoreIt is an absolute honor to be able to facilitate such an exchange. It's not easy. It's fucking amazing and rewarding but it's certainly no walk in the park. If I'm not owning it every single second, the audience wont either. If I block myself from being the channel, the audience fucking knows it and they block themselves as well.
Read MoreNo assault details are in this post. Some mention of types of abuse.
He couldn’t set me free. I had to do that. I had to set us both free. After several tries, I had to cut cords and say "no", no. matter. what. He still cant set me free and I still have to keep that door closed. And you know what, the fucking truth is that I've considered reopening that door a time or two. (“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!” you all scream) Ya..well…I'm being fucking honest.
Read MoreThe only way to be an honest to goodness, legit badass is to be equally as vulnerable and open about it.
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