There's Whinging in the Village (She's A Bright Lass)

As many of you know by this account, I've always found myself alarmingly prepared to do battle. Emotional war has made me an early riser.

I will behave toward a scenario with indifference by not focusing on it until I've collected my reflections, examined all aspects from several of my varying perspectives, internalised a strategy and then rightfully possess the wisdom and a great deal to occupy my pen by writing with accuracy.

Granny Violet on Downton Abbey said it best to Isabel. 

Isabel: "How you hate to be wrong."

Violet: "I wouldn't know; I'm not familiar with the sensation."

I concur, Lady Violet. 

(I'm winding you up, ya know. So step off your moral high ground and smile. There's nothing serious going on here, my fruits.)  

Let me crack on. 

In all seriousness, as I've mulled over my attitude and confidence as of late, I've noticed that a few folks genuinely do not know me to stand in judgement of my choices. Although, as I've stood on the outside watching these same people, I learned more clearly how much they had begun to show their true colours. Have you ever watched someone budge up against a predicted circumstance, snap back in their flux, and their trueness reveals who they are? It really takes the sting out of things when folks let the mask slip and leave their manners outside the back gate. The revelation may be surprising, yet it's also quite a positive divulgence. I've been experiencing this quite a lot lately. I notice everything, many Pisces obtain this trait, and misgivings exist where it is often looked upon as gullible. I am far from naive these days; I dismiss nonsense on stilts.

Will this particular matter help make the world a better place; Is it adding value? Most times, it is not. Hell is not a fiery pit of flames; hell is when we review our lives upon transitioning from this mortal planet and examine what we did and did not accomplish by utilising our capacity. I hate Greek drama when everything happens off-stage. I want no part of anything that is pure drivel. The way to make something grow is to give it attention. Merely look at the world. It's as if we are seeing creatures from a lost world, and we wonder why the profligates get the majority of attention worldwide. Whatever is the matter? It is that healthy-minded folks do not treat them like a bad smell and break with them. Yet, most are responsible for the ghastly debacle for invoking an increase in their attention-grabbing fountain of variety, boosting their momentum. It is the bringing down upon one's own head, is my feeling. There's nothing simpler than avoiding those you don't like; avoiding one's friends is the real test. (wink, wink.) 

One must learn (especially as a writer and master in the field of self-development) to disembowel interactions objectively with others and remain entirely confident in our rightness without the constant lamentations in the public arena. Our task is to develop mastery in tearing ourselves from smutty deliberations. A person in the world of a public platform is not for the fragile. A person under enormous pressure must possess delusional confidence not to slip the hook. If one is in a tender state, I do not suggest a career in the diplomatic for one will be eaten alive. I suppose this is why I have endured the many viscitudes and hardships. I am well equipt, that's for certainty.  

For many years I did not vocalise my truth (hence I was perpetually insecure and delicate) and kept my emotions beneath the hearth rug wrapped up as tight as Dick's hat band. Therefore today, by all accounts, I am not hanging fire. I am not man-like and keep things concealed, and perhaps that makes me a woman of the most unappealing aspect. I ask for forgiveness through my good intentions. I've always been cognizant, even in the past, but I would feel too insecure about mentioning anything that hurt or caused upset. My self-worth was at a kipper level and quite feeble; however, today, it's tipping down, and I'm taking the kettle in assurance, which appears conceited and arrogant to those without confidence. In fact, even reading that sentence to a person lacking certainty will reject my letters giving notice and may even full stop reading my articles, finding my words revolting. Nevertheless, I will continue forthwith in penning about uncomfortable subjects, for this is how to create long-lasting change. I do not intend to be offensive, but I do intend to be truthful. If we swim around in circles, never to unearth life's obstacles, we will continue forthwith in additional generational atrophy. My topic of discussion today is when we experience nonsense on stilts; perhaps it is a petty issue, tug of war, jealousy, malice, or a snide comment; it could be any number of things. How should one handle the problem? I've had particular individuals even today who are fed up and genuinely dislike me and have a bit of unkind things to say about me, and I know this as a fact. However, do I oversee their thoughts? No. What I am doing is something generous and fine. A person of successful measures must maintain resilience with no room for negotiation and possess steel-armoured confidence carrying on like she invented motherhood. The tactics that folks would once utilise to cause me withdrawal or switch on me intentionally do not operate today at all, as I created and imprinted an entirely new belief system.

There is no unmasking at hand; I keep dwelling upon the identical thing I carry out because it is the method of building change. Dare I say what I am really doing is affirming the same message in varying ways with frequent regularity? It will eventually resonate with those who read my writings, will take heed and arrive at the general comprehension that my teachings accurately operate. If our beliefs about particular events or how we assume others are as people do not change, our outer world will not change. We can jolly well put a cob in the wheel of a friendship with a person or cluster of individuals, disconnect from family relations, move countries, move house, divorce an individual, change career or place of work, leave social media because of exclusion and bullying online, etc., and it will not make the problem dissipate. One can spend copious amounts of time entertaining notions of passing the time in carriage rides in the park, and one may think the issue has laid dormant even for decades, even yet, it will eventually pop out at another juncture along one's life span like a jack in the box. Allow me to clarify. It will, for a time, seemingly go away because ignoring something drops momentum; just as glitter tarnishes, however, stagnation occurs. Yet as I stated in the previous post, it is like the game Whack-A-Mole. The internal belief will bubble to the surface elsewhere in one's life. It may come out in an entirely new scenario, yet if we unwind the foundational belief that stimulated the event, it will become known to be identical, perhaps with a new mask. We do not vary much.

Remain steady, my pet; there is good news! All of this is changed with permanence as I wish you every good fortune through building new beliefs and listening to them whilst one sleeps. It only requires 21 days to change a belief and a bit longer for the deeply imprinted ones. I still languish on about listening today, for I've found excitement in inventing new things to exemplify and embody. But, in the fundamental scheme of things, is 21 days truly that long if one's life turns about 180 degrees? Steady on, dear hearts, I think not.

For example, before I changed my beliefs about women's friendships, I would constantly recreate the same scenario with every womanly companionship upon which I embarked. The only commonality with all of them was ME! Although I found it difficult to accept initially, I knew I must become the change. I listened to new beliefs at night, and today, those same thoughts I had back then (just two years ago. Can you believe in two months it will be two years I've been writing about new beliefs) never resurface. It's as if I never held those concepts. It no longer crosses my mind, and I haven't met those types of unequally yoked women since. The ones I did know all dissipated and removed themselves naturally, for this is how the universe operates. The beauty of attracting a new community of like-minded souls is enriching, for we get on so well. 

The same issues we are running from will manifest again and again. It will be another place, another face, yet it will become the identical issue again. Human folks think they can outrun and outsmart their subconscious mind and the beliefs they carry; human development doesn't work that way. Our subconscious thoughts dictate our conscious awareness consistently without fail. 

As today's culture has prevailed and technology has become what it is, I rather enjoy writing with repeated information about becoming the greatest version of oneself. It is also vital to write about social media (mainly Instagram) because I do not believe folks that have a vast platform speak about it enough. Not the deep internal awareness of why it's rotting the minds of our youth and perpetuating the brains of a kipper. We must graduate our children's intellects from milk teeth. This stimulus-response is because the mothers are grown adults with immaturity and low self-worth. They take to Instagram and perpetuate the troubles by adding to the issues rather than using their platform to improve society. We have too many irresponsible and self-indulgent folks who want to remain sensible. If the cap fits, wear it. However, I am here to create a bequest so that when I pop my clogs, I know, on a spiritual level, I made the world a bright spot through my contributions of adding feathers to the many bonnets of others. All folks will arrive at this conclusion for themselves as well. As a collective consciousness, we are all in this together, and we can, at day's end, say, well done to her and him! Love can conquer all, my dear hearts.

Most affably yours til my next swim, Lady raquelxxx