Who knows all your dirty secrets?

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Who knows all your dirty secrets?

Your soul mates. The good, the bad, the ugly. And, they don’t judge, smear your reputation, talk behind your back, or secretly think they are better. And, they don’t clock out. They don’t check out. They don’t give up on ya or the relationship. Even if the bond is challenged. Even when the goin’ gets tough. Even when you are changing, rearranging, transforming, relearning, dying & re-birthing. Even when you succeed & gain fame & even more so when you are crawling on eggshells & broken glass… somehow soul mates are built to last. Even those inconvenient times when you are cranky, moody & misunderstood… a soul mate is in it to win it, for good. 

Who knows how to stay in their own lane & respect your boundaries? Your soul mates sure do. They will fall back, step off, time out, & let go. They will stand by, stand up, stand strong & stand in. What’s a four letter word for “soul mate?” Answer: ALLY

An ALLY is: a loyal, reliable, cooperative component that assuredly… is on your team, in your corner, on your side, an ambassador for your best destiny, in tune with your highest good. They are ready to coordinate & collaborate at a moments notice, despite any contentious debate, no matter what the weather, the dangerous terrain or shady overgrown hood.

Going above & beyond the call of duty is a soul mate’s rightful place. Reflecting the truth of the matter is hidden in the nooks & crannies of a soul mate’s honest face. Trustworthy & there, imperfect maybe… but never unfair. A soul mate will unconditionally love & genuinely care.

A soul mate is not a succubus, a narcissistic poison, a con artist, vulture, or vampire. A soul mate will give you strength, motivate, illuminate, congratulate, fan the flames of your newborn campfire. They don’t make demands, back you in a corner, make you uncomfortable, tired, drained or irate. They don’t secretly hate, manipulate, depreciate, invalidate, plot to tangle your fate. They are usually quite pleasant, like an afternoon breeze, or that delightful little bit of relief that happens after a sneeze.

A soul mate cracks jokes to lighten your heart, picks on your serious face until  it breaks apart. They’ll rejuvenate your spirit & accentuate your being. They will notice your accomplishments & lend you a second set of eyes for seeing.

A soul mate is your biggest fan, your #1 cheerleader, your surround-sound adviser, your soft pillow for safety & sanctuary, your bestie, your muse. Soulmates bake you cookies & make you lovely offers you cannot refuse.

Soul mates are pleasures, are treasures, are lucky, are fun. They furnish the sparkly rays to our effervescent sun. They are the thing that makes life feel like a day in the sand, they just might be the single only person who gives a good god damn!

They won’t harm you or curse you. They will bless you & nurse you. Soul mates heal, not steal. They are as flexible & forgiving as they can be. They’ll make you coffee every morning even if they only drink tea.

Being with a soul mate is a gem of a time, a peach of a day, a water slide, the best milkshake ever! It’s gifted. It’s fruitful. It’s brilliant. It’s clever.

It’s something to remember, an adventure, a timeless tranquil flight. It’s a great story, a juicy tale, a groovy dance floor moonlit nite. It’s a vino sunrise paired with a sweet & salty kiss. It’s a nourishing bear hug & the closest we come to bliss. It’s round & fluffy & soft & silly great fun! Soul mates make you feel like the million bux you’ll surely think you’ve won! Pow! Pa Pow Pow Pow!

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Circa 2017

Written for: the fabulous couple of 40 years!!!! Aunt Annmaria & Uncle Gary ❤ ❤ Love you guys;)

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Phases

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Yep. We all go thru ’em. Phases.

No matter how cheap, fleeting, undeniably rash… they may appear to be at times… they are true to our nature, at the very core of our DNA strands & thus very notable indeed.

We are endowed with human tendencies that are riddled with fancy cologies & conditions & isms. We are a breed of people that yes… innately have a lush fondness for things BUT… also indefinitely harbor a rather intense disdain for things. We have moods & attitudes; raging hormones & health conditions; standpoints & viewpoints; beliefs & standards. Often we wake up not only on the wrong side of the bed, but face down on the floor board next to it.

I am compelled to say: we humans are just birthed with a sense of juxtaposition toward our fellow man or any disruptive climate, at that. We like to fight, argue, pick on each other, spat, spar, bicker & rumble. We enjoy healthy competition, formidable opposition, a dispute, a good debate, a daring challenge.47998932-grunge-quya-n-anh-a-a-ng-la-c-poster-va-in-va-i-gafng-tay-a-a-m-ba-c-vafn-ba-n-sunburst-va-texture-g

I feel good about the idea that we all experience this very same feature. Human hood is strewn with beautiful blending energies of similarity & oneness through our shared common differences. It appears to be the great paradox of the 3 dimensional realm.

That said, let us celebrate our feuding qualities & conflicting characteristics. Let’s be grateful for our enemies & oppositions… for they neutralize the air of extremity, balance the high tide of compulsion, secure the grounding cord of our convictions & bless us with the kind of challenges that either prove our theories further or force us to reevaluate deeper.

Keep your friends close; keep your enemies closer. Be vigilant. Observe. Learn the lessons that are indeed offered & revealed via opposition. Sight the signs, spot the symbols, coincidences, messages, red flags & green lights. Any one or thing that may appear to be said “enemy” is only just the Universe declaring a friendly voice of either reason or validation; &/or also providing us with the possibility of another better more beneficial path. A redirect, if you will. An escape route you may or may not have known you needed.

The devil’s advocate is actually a sheep dressed in wolfs clothes. Our only battle we ever have is with our ability to speak our truth, know ourselves & love unconditionally thereof. The only war we are engaged in, is the war with self doubt, fear, scarcity, lack & limitation.

Suit up with the gear of FAITH. Be armed with the sword & shield of KNOWING. Disbelieve in any false idea of an evil militia outside of ourselves seeking to attack our best interest  & highest good with bad news. There is no bad news. Only good news. Fling up the antenna & perceive the real deal: The only “enemy” is within. Period.

Be triumphant today. Respond, react, cope, accordingly. Our true point of power is within our ability to handle life. It’s not what happens to us, it is indeed how we handle it. Handle it graciously & gracefully, no matter what happens. The rewards will be generous & handsomely distributed to the “good sport.”

Don’t be a sore loser or a poor me Polly, a violent Valerie, road-rage Ronnie, Angry Allen or Betsy blamer. Rise to the occasion, don’t just bite the bullet, but chew it like gum, blow a nice big bubble & then decide to take antagonism &/or defeat out for ice cream on a sunny day.

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The Book of Beautiful Feelings: a patriotic peek

Chapter Eight: POP CULTURE

American holidays 

Let’s bow our heads and take a moment to visualize the great American flag strung way up high in mid-air, above all the buzz, just free in the breeze. It’s quite a sight, and such a rich symbol of strength, triumph, and achievement.

Many warm thanks and praise to our soldiers and troops present and past. If it wasn’t for their valiant sacrifices, we would not have the precious privileges that our special beloved nation affords us so freely. United we stand, divided we fall; American military muscle gives us reason to stand proud and tall.

Big city to small town USA… multiple faces and multiple races gather far and wide. American freedom and liberty are so wildly celebrated on the Fourth of July by all its respective beneficiaries. Better known as “Independence Day” and rightfully so, it is America’s birthday, the day we honor our land of the free and home of the brave. Flags fly everywhere, to salute our nation’s good people, heroes, and rich history. Patriotism is on full blast.

The star-spangled fever everyone seems to have, is contagious. Camp trips, picnics, parks, festivals, concerts, sports games, and BBQs. Parties, clubs, beaches, pools, amusement parks, reunions, and gatherings…all with one last thing on their mind. All going out with a bam boom bang! The beloved classic all-American grand finale event: the firework display! oooo……ahhhh….

To me, fireworks splash huge extravagant colors in the sky in order to exclaim our nation’s united enthusiasm for who we are and what we stand for. Fireworks are the sparkler candles on the big fat birthday cake of our freedom. It is certainly a very meaningful annual celebration, which is inclusive of all American people, despite our differences. It’s a birthday celebration we are all invited to. On July Fourth, if you get the chance to fly in an aircraft across the states low enough in the sky, I bet you can see the plumes of pretty sparkly colors spouting out from all over the continent. Yay U.S.A.!

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America the Beautiful

Beads of jewel, fire & sharp gem sparks that infuse the empty blue dusk sky. An open horizon stretching with skylines of grey & pastel watercolor just quiet above the main street hustle. Little birds play. Pigeons paint the park. Trees rustle up high. The American flag is streaming live & proud.

Today is the 241st anniversary of our nation’s formal founding. The name America, though, is much older, dating back at least 510 years. America was named after Italian navigator Amerigo Vespucci (1454-1512.) And although history has it’s disputes over original settlers, land, & territory… I think it is safe to say that we celebrate on July 4th as a united community of all breeds, colors & creeds.

We are a giant fondue pot of blended personalities, views, beliefs, & cultures. We are free to express & experience life to the fullest here. Our human rights are protected. The Amendments protect & serve us. We are certainly blessed to have this land we call: Home… & also so very blessed to have each other in it. Happy birthday, United States of America.

We salute You!

 

JZapp

Circa2017

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Jar of Hearts

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Yes, I do have a jar of hearts on my shelf… alongside a jar of bruised egos. If your heart is so tender & flimsy that it can be broken by a woman whom you’ve never had a chance with in the first place… your heart deserves to be pickled in the pain of a jar. Second, that ego that’s beaten & bruised wining like a little bitch in the corner with a blue bonnet on & a taffy… disguised as sumthin’ harmless…. should be ashamed of itself for even existing.

Wipe the drool off your face & smack the dirty smirk right down the drain of your vampire stare, your dorm daze are over. No more secret cameo appearances in the scenes of my life. Take your blankie & go suck sum one else’s energy field with unwanted attention. Your greedy ulterior motives can take a hike right down the highway to hell.

The jar of bruised egos up on my shelf is now capped & vacuumed shut like a poisonous canned sauce. No getting out or in. Just a trip to the river will do. A heavy toss out the window into the air of contention, will disarm you. No more taking up space on my shelf. And as for the jar of hearts there? I will feed them to the frogs out back. All the ones I’ve kissed.

I’m done….! Zip, zap, over, ca-put, ca-pat, cap-plew-ey…. with drawing all wrong dudes. Let me be Medusa to their intentions. Let their ill vibes shrivel up in the heat of my Zen zone. Let their raunchy fantasies be smashed into smithereens by my laser sharp intuition. Let their insecurity, insincerity, lack of self-control, hidden motives, disguised disrespect and  self-aggrandizing disposition ban together to go gather sum sticks & thorns into bouquets for their own funeral.

In my life, there is no place for your face. Thank you for walking right passed me from now on. I dodge man bullets. There should be a master class on dodging man bullets. Its easy. I could teach it.

I do not accept any adverse advances. I am admired, respected, & recognized for my talent, skills, abilities, style, intellect, presence & shining spirit. My sexual energy is innately powerful. I own it. I don’t have to share it just because you think I should. I don’t automatically become your whore on a stick that you can have at your disposal just cause your dick is hard & your feeling confident. Crawl back into your cave of trolls. Looking seems to have become a form of lurking… & sorry honey… but to touch is a bonified privilege that you have not earned.

For the record… ya know another privilege you did not earn? Talking dirty to me or cursing at me or telling me to shut up or demanding either my attention, answer, or compliance. I don’t owe you shit just cause you buy me a drink or pay me a compliment. Just because I may exhibit or express a beautiful, sexual, striking, attractive, alluring, strong, or lovable female presence, doesn’t give any man a right to cross boundaries. Just because a woman is comfortable with her identity, doesn’t give every Tom, Dick & Harry… a green light to drive up onto her lawn & snap a bunch of pictures. Stay in your own lane. Keep your grimy hands to yourself, your creepy comments to the bathroom wall & try your luck elsewhere, buddy.

Wash your ashtray mouth out with soap & take your beer breath to the next bar. I’m not your girl. I’m not your one. I’m not the answer to your dreams. I’m not your fantasy come true. I’m not your third-party solution to your marital problems. I’m not a swinger. I’m not a hooker. I’m not your recreational hookup. I’m not your toy. I’m not your booty call. I’m not sum floozy you can swing your limp dick at or shove your tongue into. I’m not your obsession. I’m not your drug. I’m not your dumping station, punching bag or rag doll. And I’m certainly not your therapist or sex teacher. Get over yourself. What kind of woman would I be… if I allowed any of that? I’d be a clueless asshole… just like you. Next please….

Do me a favor? Take your baggage, issues, dysfunctional emotions, clogged chakras, unresolved past relationships, fraudulent friendship, spiritual desert, anger management, contempt for women, ulterior motives & ill intentions & make like a drum & beat it. Make like a tire & hit the road. Make like a banana & split. Make like a bird & flock off. Let’s just pretend I have a giant mean ex-con bodyguard boyfriend who will wipe that dirty grin right off your filthy face… if you come any closer.

Thanks, but no thanks. I was trying to be nice. But Mr. nice guy went right out the window with the little lady who pretends like your shit is kosher, appropriate or acceptable. Next time you even remotely think… of coming at me in any kind of improper way…. think again. Because…. me & Miss Karma are sisters. We bust egos, break hearts, teach hard lessons & speak uncomfortable truths. Brutal honesty is our forte & vultures & vampires we eat for dinner. Don’t play with fire.

I am one phoenix engulfed in flames that you do not want to mess with. This bitch will poke your eyes out & pan sear your penis. To all the men out there… a word of advice: watch who u cross. You never know who you’re dealing with.

Women come from all walks of life. Many are traumatized, have P.T.S.D., have been abused; assaulted; discriminated against; used; hurt; harmed; disrespected; mistreated; manipulated; cheated on; betrayed; berated; beat; violated; abandoned; abused; oppressed; repressed; scolded; controlled; screamed at; belittled; degraded; damaged; & quite frankly… suffered at the hands of a man.

In neon big bold letters>>>>WATCH WHO YOU CROSS…. gentlemen. Cause u may cross the wrong one. And, it will not be your lucky day.

Written by: JZapparelli

Circa: Summer 2017

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Coming Attraction

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Magnetic

Prosperity

The dawn of dreams

Jenay D Zapparelli

It’s current. It’s raw, real & fresh. It’s coming soon.

I write articles on my blog to reach people. I write books to assist the evolution of mankind.

Regular people. Anybody with an open mind or heart. Anybody wondering, questioning, confused, or misguided. Anybody inspired, evolved, or enlightened. Anybody walkin’ down the street, in a store line, on a phone, texting, talking, working, or sleeping. Anybody whose simple, or complex; sad, or happy; annoyed, or elated. All of it.

All of us. We are all students of life. No discrimination. No matter what mood you’re in. No matter what phase or stage. No matter who you are, what you look like or where you come from. We are all human people with a heartbeat. That is all you need to qualify here. That said, the book has a heartbeat. You’ll have to see for yourself.

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September 2017

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Rules of Edible Engagement

LqZP1EMN“Eat Food, not too much, mostly plants” is what our species has done for hundreds of thousands of years. It’s good universal advice that is timeless & has been proven effective.

Don’t eat anything your great-grandmother wouldn’t recognize as food. Eat food that comes from a plant, not made in one. Food that doesn’t need a label is what nature intended. Pluck it off the vine, off the tree, up from the dirt if ya can.

If you are gonna choose to eat meat, treat it like a treat, eat it once a week. Consider dairy alternatives. Purchase only local organic humanely farm raised fare. Regard seafood as sacred. Behave accordingly.

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Eat deliberately to enjoy & savor texture, flavor & the moment to moment experience. Eat s-l-o-w-e-r. Take your time. Try to spend as much time enjoying the meal as it took to prepare it. Appreciate your bites. Chew mindfully. Pick out a smaller plate, bowl or cup. Eat in smaller portions. Stop before your full.

Enjoy food in good company. Eating is a celebration with others, a tribute to your health. Recognize in the moment how food is serving your nutritional needs. Praise the beauty of its nourishment. There is pleasure in eating. Sit, cherish, relax & chew cheerfully.

Be in bright spirits with merry thoughts. Cultivating a relaxed, non-punitive attitude toward food is essential to the dissemination of nutrients & the assimilation of their benefits. Being anxious about eating is not the ideal. Make your everyday default practice, one that is nurturing.

“All things in moderation, including moderation” —Oscar Wilde.

That said…break the rules once in a while. Go ahead & share dessert with guiltless zest!

Eat many colors. Propose a toast. Say grace. Always tip your server generously & always hug the Chef! Bon appetit! Cheers!

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Inspired by:

In Defense of Food PBS Documentary Film by: Michael Pollan

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