I just want you to know that when you feel like you’ve done things in your life you know you shouldn’t have or have done wrong to yourself or others intentionally or unintentionally, that you are incredibly human. Understanding the concept of right and wrong without judging ourselves into hell is an art. It is self-taught skill and you feel it out on the steep learning curve of moral behavior. Self-driven guilt trips are common on the pathway to enlightenment. The path is often fraught with destruction, construction, ruin and rebuild. We all make a mess or two at one time or another and it is up to each one of us who spilled it, to clean it up.
I think it takes the strongest of heart and the most ancient of souls to allow themselves to be influenced by and to experience their darkest facets, their vulnerabilities, and their monsters. But even more… to come out on the other side better for it. To be able to live all of our sides, good and bad, light and dark, in comfortable agreement. Some things should not be fought with sword and bow. Your personality aspects are but one of these things. I speak from experience and acceptance.
I somehow know this is true… that the better we get at playing this game called life, the older we are in the soul, in the spirit. We’ve been here and done this before, time and again, and we remember a little more every time and correct our moral compass. It’s all about being our authentic self.
No fully integrated, intentionally aware soul got there without crushing a few toes and egos (ecosystems) along the way. (Ecosystems is how auto correct corrected egos. It works too.) We live in a human body for a reason. It limits how easily we can fix the antiquity of things we are capable of destroying in a mere moment. It takes days, years, and decades for a body and mind to build a thing and a flat 4 second 60 to blow it into oblivion. Nothing great ever comes about without a healthy amount of trial and error.
In other words, we are supposed to fuck up, learn, teach, give, take, learn and fuck up again until we wake up. Wake up and work together instead of hurting each other. Just the knowing of this is a reward in itself. There are no inherently bad or good people, just as there are no stone cold good or bad days. It is a choice. All of it is your choice. How you act, how you react, how will you decide to interact with others.
Choose it all but choose wisely would be my advice to the noobs. We are all going to end up the same way, even if we don’t know what that means for sure. And we don’t know what that means no matter how many scientists and spiritualists try to tell you they know what lies beyond. We will know when we are supposed to if we choose to learn to swim instead of treading water in concrete boots, hip waders and rose colored glasses.
It just takes some people longer to learn. When you don’t learn from your mistakes you make life difficult for everyone. The game of life is hard and the waters are rough when you choose to ignore the stormy weather you generate. Fortunately, most of us eventually learn how to swim naked in a hurricane among the sharks.
Some of us, like you and me, have learned enough on the journey to begin archiving the teachings of our soul and have decided to give them back to humanity in some way. If one sentence, one phrase, one word, one song, strikes one soul in the heart and stops it for a split second, long enough to cause a personal revelation then it was all worth it.
The point of regrettable actions is to understand that they damage everything and everyone and that is unacceptable. Harm no-one, including yourself…
… unless you get up in my grill and threaten this vessel that houses my eternal spirit or someone’s I love. Then all bets are off and you have a bigger problem than poor moral character and I’m betting I won’t lose much sleep over my potentially ethically corrupt actions.
“Do No Harm, But Take No Shit.”
– Moïra Fowley-Doyle, Spellbook of the Lost and Found
More to think about…
© Jazzi Ryan Ranes
I’m Tired of this.
I Don’t want to Do dishes anymore. I want to eat off paper plates in front of a crackling Fire…
No more cleaning, I want to sweep dirt from my Teepee with a straw broom.
Don’t want stupid negative redundant Inane words…
Want to write Poetry and Books while my lover brushes my hair.
Over Giving to you what You would Never think to give to me.
Sick of living Here. Deep in a cave is where I’d rather be, making Love on skins and cotton.
Or maybe in a mountain River, cold, hot, Real.
~ © Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~
Work for the life you want. Work hard and with intention. Don’t sit around and wait for someone or some greater entity to hand it to you on a silver platter. Everything that takes away from your drive, passion, and love, takes away everything. Drop everything you can from your present reality but those things that move you forward.
Simply don’t stress out over the little things anymore, because they are all little things. Don’t take everything so seriously or so personally. Stay young in mind if not in body. Don’t allow others to steal your candy or knock the ice cream cone out of your hand. Make jokes, flirt, dance, play, sing, laugh, and love.
Sweet dreams are made of this. A desire to succeed in a challenging world. Trying is all you can do, working at it is all I do. Move mountains with intention, because if there is no hope and no desire to get ahead, you won’t move a grain of sand. What you do in your work to gain the future profoundly describes your being. This realization makes it all very much real in a lavish rose-colored world. You never really get knocked out…just stunned a little bit.
The things that are worth having in this life require work. If it comes easy, unless you’re at that skill level where it should, then it’s not worth your time. You appreciate the things that you have to work for. You will have a tendency to take better care of these things you want for your life if you keep that in mind.
I work on a steep learning curve and sometimes it’s a slippery slope…but I gotta mean ass four-wheel drive and determination. I’ve discovered I have to learn and just get it done because I’m the only one who can. I’ve also learned to stay calm and put one foot in front of the other while helping the other people in my life gain traction.
I’ve never had the ability to be calm, decisive, a safe harbor…for myself or for anyone else. Not until the last year, year and a half. This newfound gentleness comes from staying aware of myself and realizing we all go through shit all the time and I’m no better or no different than anyone else.
I don’t like format constraints on my life, but sometimes they are necessary to get shit done. Once I decide I want to do something there is little short of physically dying that will keep me from it. Take these words and make them yours. Tear them apart, put them back together, and figure out how to write the chapters of your life so they will be a great fucking read.
Now it’s all about being happy even when happy is sitting on the curb waiting on the bus.
“Contentment is, after all, simply refined indolence.”
-Thomas Chandler Haliburton
~ © Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~
You will find in your life that most people don’t care what you do. They move in and out of your orbit, stick around and go. Nothing is ever static as each has their free will to be an individual. For now anyway. It is as it should be, nothing more nothing less.
You’ll discover that your friends are more supportive of your goals than family will ever be. Your true friends will be proud of you for your successes, where the family will often only have unsolicited advice on how you should live. Don’t judge your tribe by the blood running through their veins, and don’t allow them to decide who you are. Many times the people who care the most aren’t even remotely related to you.
I’m not saying that your family isn’t good and in your corner. They are. Hopefully. But you need to remember yourself, be aware of your goals, and don’t expect them to be the first ones to the dock when your ship comes in. Be true to yourself.
Don’t depend on anyone to tell you that you are doing a great job. Just do your job, create your future, moment by moment, rise and move forward. Be a success, be an inspiration, and be yourself, despite any naysayers. The only person who knows what is right for you is You.
Do Not Ever put yourself down, or think less of your abilities. Simply don’t banish yourself and your will to thrive out of existence. There are plenty of folks waiting in line to do just that. If someone tells you, Oh, I can do that as well as you… Put them to the test. Show me don’t tell me.
Don’t ask for understanding, –those who get you will make it known. Quit hoping you’ll get a pat on the back, and forget trying to get some people on board your spaceship. They’d rather take the subway, so stop wasting time setting your rocket down on their cracked landing pad.
Create the year, the life, the dream you want to live.
I mean, we knew she was a strong, self-contained woman. Always seemed to have her shit together. You know what I mean? Didn’t need anyone hindering her search. She was always gazing into the abyss. But nowadays you couldn’t tell if she was anywhere near the black hole, inside or out, here or there. If you even looked at her sideways, she would just split an infinitive, man. She was all over the place and back, in an instant! I shit you not! You might not even know she was writing about you until you read it on her blog.
Her name is Taryn Vayl Evrwrite, but we call her Vayl. Never knew what route the lady was gonna take, or where you’d end up. She was a dynamic, prolific writer, and we loved hanging out with Vayl, –when she wasn’t tossing alphabetic musings to the wind. Dug how she hijacked regular words and fried them in the fire.
If you were able to catch a rare glance of Vayl when she dropped the comma and warped the laws of grammar, –you would see she was beyond that proper ellipses bullshit. Gal had mad skills. Could be just like the rest of us, –not knowing which way to go until somebody notices you’re struggling.
Still. She was focused on the words, and how to use them to create a new abyss of falling letters. There was no rabbit hole, no limits, no right participle, no event horizon. It was all an illusion. You could create whatever you wanted to create! That was just how she wrote. Vayl enjoyed the muse as much as the final draft….. Yeah, she was one to keep an eye on, that Vayl…
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
I mean, we knew he was a strong, self-contained fellow. Always seemed to have his shit together. You know what I mean? Didn’t need anyone telling him what to do. He was always thinking one step ahead. But nowadays those steps were taking him beyond the town, beyond the county line, and out of the state. If anyone dared to spill just one word sideways, he would just split, man. He was all over the place and back, in an instant! I shit you not! You might not even know he’d already beat you at your own game unless you’d paid attention.
His name is Mountain Bear McKenzi, but we call him Bear. Never knew what route the dude was gonna take, or where you’d end up. He was a dynamic, dark comedian, and we loved hanging out with the Mountain Bear, –when he wasn’t busy messing with somebody’s day. Dug how he flipped off common notions and threw them in the fire.
If you were able to catch a rare glance of Bear when he split the misconceptions and warped the brains of many, –you would see he was beyond that everyday normal bullshit. Bro had mad skills. Could be just like the rest of us, –not knowing which way to go until somebody notices you’re struggling.
Still. He was focused on the road, and how to use that to destroy the concept of home. There was no one place, no location, no country, no boundaries, no cage. It was all an illusion. You could go wherever you wanted to go! That’s how we knew him to be. Bear dug the journey as much as the destination. Yeah, he was one determined fellow, that Mountain Bear.
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
I mean, we knew he was a strong, self-contained fellow. Always seemed to have his shit together. You know what I mean? Didn’t need anyone glancing his way. He was always thinking outside the box. But nowadays you couldn’t tell if he was anywhere near the box, alive or dead, here or there. If you even looked at him sideways, he would just split, man. He was all over the place and back, in an instant! I shit you not! You might not even know he was back in the hood until you looked away.
We called him Schroedinger, Roady for short. Never knew what path the dude was gonna take, or where you’d end up. He was dynamic and unpredictable, but we loved hanging out with Roady, –when he wasn’t warping the space-time continuum. Dug how he took the fucking box and threw it in the fire.
If you were able to catch a rare glance of Roady when he split the infinitive, and warped the laws of physics, –you would see he was beyond that quantum process bullshit. Bro had mad skills. Could be just like the rest of us, –not knowing which way to go until somebody notices you’re struggling.
Still. He was focused on the imaginary box, and how to use that to shred the concept of duality. There was no symmetry, no wave, no particle, no Faraday cage. It was all an illusion. It was whatever you wanted it to be! That’s what we thought he meant anyhow. Yeah, he was one intuitive fellow, that Roady.
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
When you discover an eclectic, complex, highly intelligent mind, you simply have to feed it. You will feed yourself as you satiate this need. Present the grapes, truffles, and mead of creativity to this hungry mind. Feed the place where words are always present, but so rarely needed.
Allow this multi-faceted visionary to rest on silken pillows while you balance a golden tray of ideas, dreams, and physimotional eruptions. Wait while this intellect gazes at the joker then decide what flavor it most desires. Maybe it wants sweet honey. Maybe it wants salt and pepper. Perhaps it would prefer earthy, smoky, dirty flavors.
Stand back and watch as silver streams of energy and art radiate from this glowing soul. Taste that intuition!! Smooth, rich and mixed to get you high. Shaken stirred and poured. Ahh, delicious perfection in a richly flavored gilded sensation!
You are sated now. You have found a vibrant, kindred mind as strange and beautiful as your own. Never let it get hungry, never let it starve for understanding, never let it die.
Go. 🔀 It’s time to dine.
~ © Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~
…I wander through my house at night, in the dark, working over the words always trying to get out. Sometimes the energy of my thoughts will not allow me just to sit and ponder. Ironically, the second this title popped into my head this morning, I tripped over a fucking garbage bag I forgot to put out yesterday, and almost fell on my head. Go figure. I need some more shit in my way apparently. (smart mouthy biatch) However, since it came to me in such a way… I’ll have to write the damn thing now. It will be as much of a surprise to me, as it was to trip over something I had placed in my own way…
~I Can See In The Dark~
I wander looking, longing.. dreaming..
for the words I cannot say.
I can see in the dark.. I can show you the way.
Searching gazing, glaring.. into the black highway.
I wander hunting, tracking, trailing..
lost emotions I cannot feel.
I can see in the dark.. I can help you to heal.
Searching gazing, glaring..
into the night highway.
I wander feeling, touching..
the words I now can say.
I can see in the dark.. I now know the way.
Searching gazing, glaring..
into the night highway.
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes
…And why do some air fresheners smell so good in the store and then smell like ass when you spray them around your home? Truth in advertising should be a law. They shouldn’t be allowed to sell a product that smells worse than the chili-boiled egg-beer fart you chased your homies out of the room with during Sunday’s game.
The air “freshener” I tried today.. and I won’t name names, but they have an air freshener called crisp waters, and they really should have named it dirty toilet water, ass de’aroma or bracing sewage gas. It was fucking terrible! I thought the septic tank had backed up. Seriously. Now, I hate to throw out a whole can of pressurized turdscents. I prefer these cans of crap that are under pressure to be empty before I toss them in the garbage. So, I’m gonna let the evil, crisp brown waters sit on my shelf until I get the courage to take it outside and spray it away.
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~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~