"If you don't believe in writer's block, you'll never have it." Raquel M. Carter
My apologies, darlings; you should have had this yesterday; however, the dog ate my homework.
I am wildly reckless when it pertains to mindset work. My deep inner trust and self-confidence have grown exponentially through the years. I have extrapolated how much self-beliefs matter, and in every single action we take based on our inner thoughts, we are constantly manifesting our lives on the external. Would you like to know where your thoughts navigate? Have a looksie at your life and see what your experiences reveal to you. We have always manifested; however, with the way the universe is now waking up to the matrix, we are becoming rightfully conscious creators. It is the absolute what makes a person tick, the cause for everything an individual does. The state of affairs creates individuals driving force in making their decisions, and the most precise nature of every human being is ultimate selfishness. Let alone after we've squared that away, having a glimpse of our lives in knowing we are ready and willing to accept responsibility for every experience which flows our way, it is time to recognise what we would endeavour to change and then take on the direction of creating new beliefs for those said desires. The reimprinting of the subconscious mind is vital in sustaining a fresh way of life as a new being. As I began my spiritual voyage, I knew I was no longer satisfied with accepting scenarios or generational upbringing at face value, as with every human, we all desire to learn and be about schooling and education. The only reason one wouldn't be an advocate for seeking change is if they are a diabolical Narcissus. Look, my darlings; we're all leaving this world. No one gets out of it alive. We come into it alone, and we go out alone. What we do in between will always dictate our decisions based on mutual benefit.
As the title of this post reads, a lynch mob has occurred online, mainly on Instagram, ye olde YouTube and TikTok. I have stated; however, I am not one to hot-foot it on my social media outlets, with the exception of Instagram. Each morning after I've accomplished my farming pursuits and spiritual and quotidian practices, I will send out a morning-orated love letter of encouragement to my friends on Instagram. I am mermaid enough to temper the shore winds of carrying forth details of manifestation by way of profundity for the commoner yet also brilliant for the wise. I have put off this post for quite some time as I have grappled with where to start, and it is different from where I thought the spirit would initially follow suit.
In the past if I have ever attempted to plot things down to the minute detail using crippling perfectionism, that mindset has not served me well. It never serves people well in the extended scheme of things. I have found my inner truth through a course of experimentation was comprehensive fear and profound controlling matters. I no longer attach myself to that notion, and I've since developed new beliefs, and thankfully so I am by far the least controlling person I know. An intense desire to control is fear and inner mistrust. If one can get those beliefs on track the scepticism will dissipate. Oh, to know thyself. (Smile.)
Of course, this information will be in my book; nevertheless, I wanted to give you a speck, so you're not waiting to begin changing your life. (I know. What a heavy-handed statement, Lady R. Ay; I think highly of myself, do I not?) I am laying mockery on thick today, my fruits.
(Side note, if you'd like to hear daily moments, I would love it if you swam over to Instagram and followed along. It's quite lovely a community we are creating. I plan on making this a series.)
I have spent years on YouTube; however, the videos were old and severely outdated. I have archived them, and at some future juncture, they will suit me or someone else well in putting together a documentary of sorts. However, I'm interested in the now and nothing more. In addition, I lost a bit of the zest for being a consistent content creator. It wasn't for lack of loss later; I know now it was because when Sawyer passed, I reevaluated every decision and placed all of my choices to the test to see if that was where my heart lay. I concluded many of the tools I attempted in the last several years; I invariably was led back to my painting, writing and crafting cottage industry of making unique specialities. (Having manifested being on a nationally syndicated reality show about the cottage core phenomenon, I am getting my just desserts.) One can always trace our most profound desires without fail back to our first loves as children between the ages of 7-12. I have better and more informed knowledge as I intentionally create evergreen material, especially on my blog and books. In my book The Little Mermaid's Transformational Tale (which is very long), it is taking me a bit longer since landing the reality show, amidst me also really having the now feverish notion of finishing up and sending out Sawyers book, packing up and preparing a move, etc.
Additionally, on that, later. I've been formatting the manuscript and have commenced with painting the illustrations and the front matter, which includes (the dedication, the epigraph, table of contents, acknowledgements, foreword, preface, introduction, and prologue.), all of which are new to me because I employed a company to format my first book, which I now want to do myself to get it exactly how I like it. I am also handwriting the entirety of the book in my cursive. It will lend its hand to the feel of Beatrix Potters's first bunny book. Remember when she handwrote The Tale of Peter Rabbit? She is my hero, you know. (There will also be a cottage at The Carter Settlement themed with Beatrix Potter and bunnies aesthetics. We both wrote bunny books, so I found it quite perfectly fitting.)
Where'd I leave off?
Oh yes, my book publication.
And yet again, in order to have something done precisely as I like, it's all the more critical of a choice to manoeuvre things the way I see fit. I can't remember a time I hired someone to perform a commodious measure for me that I didn't want to redip my nib in and make corrections. So, there are many moving facets occurring at the cottage. Also, if you're an artist, you know that a creative process is not good if one feels rushed. Oh, and such happy news Zoë Kennedy and Ethan (her fiance) are coming for a visit in less than two weeks. I am manifesting that I will see my boys as well. They are coming to Florida to attend a wedding.
I've been tidying my spaces, organising, and I have begun packing up several things and placing them in our little storage shed so that when Jeffrey and I move to our forever home, it will be an easy transition. I am brilliant regarding moving; I've done it enough, as you long-time blog readers know.
Oh, before I skedaddle, I wanted to show you the chenille tablecloths that will dress the tables in my tea room. (The photo below is what it looked like on the internet.) I'll take a photo for myself and post it once I receive it. I wanted to purchase one to see if I like the texture of it, and then I will make a much larger order of about eight more. The tea room is very quaint, and there's only enough room for approximately eight tables. However, I will toss a few round tables as they make for exceptionally intimate cosiness.
Most affably yours til my next swim, Lady raquelxxx
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