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!
Written for: the fabulous couple of 40 years!!!! Aunt Annmaria & Uncle Gary ❤ ❤ Love you guys;)
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!
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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 somthin’ 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 someone 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 bonafide 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 some 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.
Im gonna go ahead & out myself. People don’t know it. But, I am actually an undercover Boss. I sit on billions. I am an heir to old money & fortune with a family stamp that could & would have anyone’s head spinning. The mob used to be a real thing. Not just a depiction in the movies. My Grandmothers real Godfatherwas a well known infamous organized criminal with serious street cred & a valid license to kill. The mafiosos were never a joke. They kinda were the real deal. And, I am a living heiress to their legacy. I am 100% Nahb-la-dawn. Napolitano is my heritage & I am proud of who I came from. And despite the common trendy craze for Sicilians…we are the true dominant brand of Italiano. Don’t get it twisted.
My late father had our house wallpapered with gangsta pride growin’ up. I kid you not.
Not only are we a lovely clean shot between the eyes if need be… but we definitely are the true love makers & heartbreakers of all time. We are the perfect blend of pasta, passion, prayer, pinot & payment. I am either paying you or you are paying me, I am either feeding you or you are feeding me. I am either praying for you or you are praying for me, I am either pleasuring you… or you are pleasuring me & there is no in between area of lack or limitation involved. Both people in the equation are beneficiaries. Both bonded by blood, booze, broads or bank accounts. Both ever sure of their standing. Why? Cause…”I said so.”
Na, just playin. I am just a little ole me, folks. Well…
And, even though I have many given talents that seem to reveal on any given day… I will remain modest & anonymous. I might gift you some day. Heck, I might be gifting you now with these words.
By no means am I a follower. I am a dreamer at worst, a superhero at best. I will take you places you’ve never been before. I will broaden your horizons. I will make you blush— crush—- & flush out all your demons. Prance around in the middle of the nite with a fly feathered hat & a cigar smoke halo. And there is no tellin what time it is, cause it is always wine-thirty & beer o’clock… & it is always…. time to shine.
We can shine together. Free-style.
Despite edgy appearances… Snoop D-O-Double-G has a golden ticket… believe me. He’s in the Vortex with a capital V… as are many others, friends…
a mass of whirling fluid or air, especially a whirlpool or whirlwind.
With regard to “Ester Hick’s & the channeled “Abraham’s teachings” : The vortex is Abraham’s term for alignment to Source energy>>>The vortex is Abraham’s term for alignment to Source energy. (Or whatever you call Universe, God, All That Is, etc.)
Being in the vortex means you’re at one with who you really are, you’re feeling fab, and in vibrational alignment to your desires. It’s represented by feelings like enthusiasm, inspiration, passion, joy, and appreciation.
Being out of the vortex means you’re energetically kinked, not letting in the good stuff you’ve been calling in. It often feels frustrated, hopeless, fearful, or angry.
Need I say more?
I think that about does it. I must recommend that you stay tuned for more juicy juice. This shizz-azz-le has only just begun. The jump off is officially up in the air. 24 Karat Magic actually…is in the air 🙂 Watch, listen, learn, dream, fantasize, energize, supersize, materialize, micacle-ize-the-magic-here.
I had a friend once, he lived in a beautiful loft-like high-rise condo up 15 stories or so… right smack front & center of the beach. Beachfront as they say. Myrtle Beach to be exact. “Dirty Myrtle” as they call it. The gritty Southern twang version of a “what stays in Vegas” underbelly. Myrtle Beach: the Jersey Shore of the South… lol.
3 whole Bike Weeks, an Inlet Coast that stays speckled with local live music venues & Sunday Funday is always spilling well over into the weekdays. Jet skis & jello shots, party boats & casino floats, clambakes & bonfires, DJ’s & dancefloors, fireworks & hot tubs, water slides & wet tee shirt contests… light that underbelly right up in flames. Not to mention the neon girls wearing thong bikini’s strollin’ the strip, flyin’ by on skateboards jiggle jagglin’ what the good Lord gave ’em. It all makes for some saucy people watching. Yessiree-bob…
Anyway, back to my friend’s beachfront condo… the heavy sliding glass hurricane-proof doors opened out to a balcony overlooking the sea…
The ocean waves crashed practically right down below us, depending on the swell. At night the moonlight was strewn across the ocean waves like a sea of sparkles right in clear view from the kitchen bar stools. He had wicker everywhere, only Pepsi, beer, butter & eggs in his fridge, Stoli Vanilla in the freezer next to sum frozen hot dogs & a cabinet full of Ramen noodles n dog food. He had all kinds of signs hung about, like “kiss me I’m Irish” & “Life is better at the beach” & also probably upwards of 12 or 20 others, it was quite the collection.
He had a big ole white shag soft & fluffy throw rug by the sliding glass door that one could easily find very inviting. Then for the stoners & stragglers, there was the super comfy crash couch across from the vintage wooden cabinet jukebox that played retro fuzzy recordings of Bob Seger & Foreigner tunes.
I can still hear the waves crashing. It was the background music to life there. All day every day, you had a front row seat to Mother Nature’s bountiful display of Ohm ness… wasn’t I a lucky girl!
We lived together for a brief window of time. He was a good friend. One could say, I crashed at the crib for a bit, when I needed repose. He was my Angel then.
I stayed in the back room with the bunk beds, cause the master had the master. We were buds. And, I was blessed more than ever indeed, to be waking up every morning, to the cool breeze of the blue beach & the shiny sunshine bouncing off waves. Free of charge I might add, with my own key chain & only two daily chores: 1.) walk Rocky the dog. 2.) honor the OCD… lol.
Every morning I would skip down to the breakfast cafe, hop on deck with beachfront benches for some eggs & OJ, the sunrise & slow-motion Reggae. The scent of hot fresh coffee tangled so perfectly with the cool morning salt breeze, it was the sweetest nectar. After only just a few moments of staring out into the deep blue distance, I’d get the Pool-Jones. I would then pounce from the palm tree lined oasis to the pool patio where the 8 foot deep dive down into the gorgeous salt water pool was salacious. Such a sexy sidekick to the sandy dunes it sat right within.
Yep, that’s right… the condo stood 15 stories up into the sky blue. 15 feet out was the ocean blue. Then 15 stories down was the saltwater pool blue. The perfect place to live. The seagulls were happy. So was I.
I stayed in bikini bottoms. Underwear wasn’t even in my vocab that summer. Tan lines shmanlines... topless it was, if I could help it! I was water-ready at all times & aqua bound most days & most nites even. It was great. Night swimming. Day swimming. Nite drinkin’. Day drinkin’. On a boat. In a pool. At a tiki bar. At the beach. On a balcony, deck or pier, on a towel or a dance floor. In the backseat of a car… oops, did I say that? Definitely, cruisin’ droptop style. And there sure ain’t nothin’ a little healthy Harley ride can’t fix. I hung out. Tough. It was fun. Fun in the sun!
So yea, let me tell ya the real reason I mentioned this cool venture I was blessed to partake of. It wasn’t to brag… lol. Well, maybe a little 🙂
The man I stayed with, we will call him Jack. Jack was a handsome man with a long dirty blonde ponytail, a quik wit & a dry sense of humor who wore surf tea shirts. He was smart, a business owner & kinda jaded by betrayals throughout his life. But he seemed content enough. Livin’ the dream, as they say.
Jack always told me that he didn’t want a girlfriend. He was married once & she took him for a ride, & now that he is older with a thriving little gig, Rocky the grey-bearded royal dog mut & the hottest crib ever (if ya ask me)…. who needs the stress or complication of a relationship? He would smirk & giggle.
“I do what I want, when I want, how I want, with whomever I want, & I don’t owe anyone anything other than a good time on occasion when duty calls… lol.”
“It works for me.” He used to say. “I have friends when I need em, I have the boys to help me run my business, I have a smart & beautiful daughter who is the apple of my eye…& most of all I have my best friend: Rocky the dog… a rescue & love story like no other. Who needs a wife?”
Check it! The real ROCKY>>>
He’d say…”Companionship is great n all. Good sex is even better. Affection & tenderness is a nice treat once in a while. But this is the way I see it… remember what Charlie Sheen said?”
And I would say… “What’s that Jack?”
And he said: “Well the courts were sentencing Sheen for using a prostitute & the judge asked him why a man like him would have to pay for sex. So Sheen reportedly replied: ‘I don’t pay them for sex. I pay them to leave!‘ Brilliant, I thought. I’ll– take– that!”
Jack said, “When I wake up in the morning & she is still there… I swat down the stack on the dresser & say: thanks, hon, bye bye now!”
I personally am not a real fan of Charlie Sheen. He’s definitely not your typical role model type. I giggled, but felt offended the first time I heard Jack say that. But, then… all of a sudden, boom! It all became clear. Even sexual deviants have wisdom on occasion, I guess.
So here is what dawned on me…
Let’s revisit the subject of “Prostitution.” I would like to redefine it.
There is a brand of dudes out & about in society, that due to damage, circumstance, profession, preference, age, maturity level, or just sheer independence or choice… that prefer to not have to be engaged or interested or at least, be obligated to be engaged or interested. They might fancy a lady but do not want the bells & whistles. Thee…” wham bam thank you, ma’am, keepin it simple plain Jane Jackson for a nite will suit me just fine“… guy. Yea, that guy…
When the few hours are up & the rendezvous subsides, the out of service sign flips on. Jack says: “The action of payment is essentially just like Sheen said… a payment for leaving. The boundaries of a paid timeslot allow both parties to frolic about, be themselves & not have to be concerned with catering to the other outside of it. No expectations exist other than the payment & pleasure. It removes any & all stress, tension, attachment, or tangly emotional ties from the equation.
So…what does “paid to leave” mean actually? The female is getting paid, to essentially keep her feelings at bay. Makes sense, doesn’t it? Since woman are the softer brand of human… it is important for us to know if we do indeed have to practice self-discipline in an area that has always been challenging for us. Getting “paid to leave” gives us that clarity. It makes it perfectly clear that there will be: no strings; no expectations; no emotional ties; no lingering feelings, friendships, or familiarity. It is payment for a fantasy fulfilled without further depth.
It is a Rent-a-Lover for a day, hour, or evening & then “clock out, baby, when the gig expires”…with no questions, no lip, no back talk. No resistance. No drama. No adversity. No disagreement. No opposition. No explanations. No guilt. No apologies. No misunderstandings. No guessing games. We have sealed the deal, & now I am paying you… TO LEAVE. And… that very payment makes it much easier for us to put the kybosh on the crackin’ of the feelings vault, for sure.
It might seem callous or abrasive, but really it’s just rather blunt, is all. It cuts out the coy, beat around the bush demeanor & lays it all right out on the table to be signed by both parties. It’s a contract. It’s a deal. It’s an agreement. It’s fair. It’s honest, upfront & transparent. It actually makes perfect sense for both sides.
If you are a woman & you can handle the detachment within this kind of sexual connection with a man, then go for it. You may just as well be in a similar position as said gentlemen & would just as well prefer to be “paid to leave.” It is a business agreement that can indeed suit both parties equally if both candidates are on the same page with equal intentions. Furthermore, treating each other with a mutual respect goes without saying.
Neither might have time for a relationship or what not. A woman’s worth is not devalued by the act of payment. the service rendered is actually not the sex, it is the casual non-commitment that goes with it. I can see how honorable it is in a way, that a man feels like it’s only right to compensate a lady for her time & attention if he wants no further commitment past that. He is just being fair, in my book…& honest & behaving accordingly. Props, there Jack… props!
Whereas the one nite stand guy that she met at the bar the other nite who calls her only for booty calls once a week n doesn’t even buy miss thang a candybar… is totally out of line & not acknowledging a woman’s true worth at all. If you pay us to keep it simple, we will. If you do not pay us to keep it simple, we might then end up feeling used, or mistreated if you do not engage, connect or show interest in furthering the relationship. That will create unnecessary static, conflict & all kinds of issues that can indeed be avoided. if you prefer to have FWB relations only, then compensate accordingly. FWB might not cost you a commitment but it will cost you a fee. Just sayin’…
As long as everybody sticks to the game plan, no one gets hurt. Kinda like a bank robbery. lol. Catching feelings is a no-no in the case of FWB, & should be avoided at all costs, for then the game changes significantly & unless both people start to fall in love mutually, the contract becomes null & void, due to an accidental breach. Otherwise, if they both wanna move it to the next level… FWP (friends with potential) is the next natural move.
The minute the fee is lifted, is the moment two people have decided to go from FWB to FWP. (Friends with benefits to friends with potential) Which canhappen.
We are all adults here.
Ladies… some advice: If you are into the NSA (no strings attached) & FWB Sugar Baby lifestyle, it’s all good. But my advice to you, is to find a man you like. Period. Anything less, will leave you feeling subpar. Don’t ever settle.
Gentlemen… If you are going to play with a girls heart… get out of the game.
You have two choices: A.) Be an eligible bachelor who is willing to be engaged & interested with an open heart… or B.) unleash the credit cards & remain anonymously the “Sugar Daddy.” Whatever you do…do not misrepresent yourself, please.
When you approach a hot dog stand… you don’t just stand there looking stupid & expect the food truck guy to guess what you want on your dog. You tell him.
So yea… don’t expect us to guess either. Women deserve to know your intentions. We deserve to know your level of commitment. FWB or FWP. You are either available or not. Indecision is slow poison. Hidden agendas are plain unfair. And, nobody deserves to be taunted with mixed signals. Period.
Jack would say… “watch out kid, for those landmines of red flags!” He often said that I needed to go to “Red Flag School” to learn to spot them better… lol! He said he had the skill to spot red flag city from a mile away. He was a good dude, a great advice giver, & ya know, for such a detached man, he had a very warm heart. I kinda miss that guy…
Let’s mull over some definitions, shall we?
FWB> Not emotionally available
FWP> Open Heart
FWB> Expects nothing other than that each will honor the mutually beneficial agreement with respect & honesty.
FWP> Means there are two open hearts laid out on a table & to go forth & tread lightly, is an understatement. Humans are sensitive creatures & emotions don’t discriminate. Catching feelings is always a delicate subject for a woman or a man.
With that said, it’s only fair gentlemen, to be honest & upfront to any woman crossing your pleasure path. Dig?
Must I repeat that? Cause it’s very simple. It is either black or it’s white in this case. Greyscale leaves too much static & fuzz on the screen of the imagination & leads to wasted time & heartache.
So… state your case. Behave accordingly. We are not a revolving door you can keep walking through over & over again. We are your walkway to satisfaction, freedom & fun, if you know how to communicate like a grown man.
Who likes to watch a black & white Tv with crummy reception? I myself prefer an HD flatscreen. So can you do a lady the service… of wheelin’ in the flatscreen por favor…? It’s a no-brainer really. See for yourself>>
You either take me out & show me a good time, pay my way, my bills, or drop a stack of Bens in my purse pocket…
OR> you choose to meet me halfway with availability, openness, care, consideration, interest, engagement, intimacy & true friendship… & your wallet too, I might add, for all the fun adventures we will end up having together…
You choose. I will respond.
But DO NOT. I repeat, do not… let us just guess which car you are driving. It’s annoying.
Round of applause for Jack & Charlie. Thanks for the insightfulness.
And thank you… J.L.C.— for being on the fence. It inspired this article. 🙂 (Don’t blush… it’s all good, honey)
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Back in Culinary school, we were asked to name the “Last Meal” we would choose to have if we were gonna pass on in a few hours. If we were given the option to enjoy one last delicious Hoo- Ra before we sail off into the sunset to meet the Big Man in the sky… just… what would it be?
Ya know what my answer was every time someone ever asked me that? Bacon & over easy eggs on buttered toast.Hands down.
“Dippy eggs” we used to call them as a term of endearment for the poor little unhatched chic sweet peas. Then we have the slathered melty, buttery, good ole polka dotted wonder white, nutrient-free, bleached fake fortified bread product…lol. And at last… we have thee most elite guilty pleasure of all to ever to hit the palate or plate stage…
Thee Rock Star of every kitchen across the globe: BACON.
I am its #1 fan, believe me. Just like the fat kid that loves cake I love bacon, just as much as the next guy. Crispity, greas-pity, crumble in your mouth-watering; lick your lips sizzling; mini orgasm in a pan frying: BACON. Geez, it’s even fun & satisfying to muse about.
Becoming Vegan & giving up bacon, is just like dating a supermodel or Matthew McConaughey (for the ladies) & then… breaking up forever…to never again partake in the fantastic pleasure of their acquaintance ever… ever… again. All that’s left is a dreamy memory, a fantasy of what was, & pretty much… a skeleton in the wind. Then the usual forward motion protocol… is typically to compare every next person to the god or goddess template, who will essentially never really truly compare. We’ve all had that template person at one point, I’m sure.
Well, in this case, BACON is that template person, & it’s not the easiest break-up to shake. We as a society…revere it. We put bacon on a pedestal, & have praised its greasy glory for many moons. We definitely are a peculiar brand of people, I must say.
This photo is fondly named: “Breakfast in America.” Wow, right?
But, look how simple… Look how beautiful…
Eggs, butter, bacon & cheese are Rock Stars in my book. As a Culinary Artist, moving forward, I find it depressing to not be able to utilize these essential ingredients to every Chefs forte. But… oh well. I will suck it up, I guess. It is a small sacrifice for a morally worthwhile, very significant cause. Saving God’s creatures is King. On the ethically-correct scale…preserving Mother Nature & respecting all life is Top Dog. I’m not a jellyfish with no backbone who can’t sit up straight or practice a little healthy self-discipline for the sake of the greater good. I don’t just talk a good game cause I can. I talk it, cause I honor the unspoken code of loyalty to mankind & integrity of personhood. My money is where my mouth is. Is yours?
I am a bonafide 100% American Chef trained foodie who loves & appreciates ALL cuisines, & If I am willing to go Vegan for the sake of: service to the Planet… then…. so can you, my friend… so-can-YOU.
Not sayin’ it’s gonna be a walk in the park or a sail down the waterslide… but it’ll be an adventure worth every mini attitude adjustment made. The cleaned up karma alone, is one valuable long-term benefit to look forward to. With regard to a spiritual standpoint… due to the elevation of vibrational frequency via the consumption of vibrant plant-based foods, both personal & planetary karma will be reversed naturally.
All in the scheme of things, like a series of events that follow one after the other in sequence, the significant behavioral changes that take place due to a newly launched or practiced Vegan lifestyle…result in a new set of circumstances. “Cause & effect” is altered when the new invisible energetic trends fall like dominoes through the portals of planetary improvement. Thus… a new found freedom transpires. Freedom from the ball & chain of outdated toxic programs & patterns. Wonderbread be gone!
Breakin’ the unbreakable chain is a worthwhile feat… for the advent of a New World order is at hand, & the dawn of a better day is upon us. Essentially, the toilet is getting flushed of all the substandard practices of a formerly morally corrupt human society.
Keeping in mind that the decision to embark upon a Vegan lifestyle can be a gradual change for those going at their own pace… progress, not perfection would be appropriate to insert here. ANY small change is contributing to the welfare of mankind. The greater good surely appreciates all effort & steps toward positive change. Going Vegan cold turkey (lol) very well may be a challenge in such ways. However, effort & small adjustments do indeed add up to bigger ones eventually, for sure. Mini changes are changes too. Adjusting one’s self, life, daily habits & patterns may take some time & concerted effort. Prioritizing accordingly might indeed be called for…a Re-Eval as they say. Even a certain death may seem to take place. Grieving the loss of not only cherished edible delights but also the fond memories that go with them.
All the lavish warm holidays spent gathered around a juicy browned turkey by candle lite with all the tidings & trimmings of a meat & dairy infused love fest. The Sunday dinners at Mama Lucia’s house with a big lush bowl of spagetts & meat-a-ballz-a. I for one… grew up in an off the boat Italian family that did not take no for an answer! lol. One did not sit at the table with my grandfather at the helm &….not partake of all the hard work & effort of my Mom-Mom Zapparelli & her kitchen entourage. That would be disrespectful! The cold hard stare could make you cry… lol. So yes, many of us will have to make certain calls at certain times… understandable. Life certainly is not black & white. It looks to me like life actually has a pretty extravagant full-color 3-dimensional scheme like OZ. So yea, use your best judgment. People matter too…
But, oh will I miss….that endearing paper thin prosciutto puffed up upon the slate plate, the creamy decadence of French Brie, the tart crumble of ripe herb rolled Chèvre, Spanish Manchego aged to perfection, the smoky or nutty caramelly flavor profiles of gratifying Gouda & the sharp & lovely bite of champagne & cheddar together. Not to mention, the superior smothering skills of magnificent Mozzarella!!
What else will be missed? The Antipasti spread charming the pants off a good gathering of precious pairings of people, wine, brew & spirits off the deck or by the pool & bonfire. The backyard grill-outs that coined dogs & brats & burgers king of the food chain. Who doesn’t love love love wings & football? The New Year’s Eve after party bacon & eggs at 3am, that fantastic smoker out back by the barn, KFC, Taco Bell Grande, Micky-D’s, Mc-Everything!
Cook-OUT, Pizza Pizza Pizza! Mom’s homemade meatloaf, Prime Rib at the club or convention. Succulent sauced low n slow cooked baby-backs with coleslaw, mac salad, or potato salad. Biscuits, sausage & gravy, or (S.O.S.) creamed chipped beef. Southern fried genius, corned beef & cabbage, pulled pork, beef brisket, jerky, BBQ & stew. Quiché, Crêpes, souffle, crème brûlée, mid-rare grass fed filet. Cheesy mac, cheesy fries, cheese steak, cheese sauce, cheese curls, cheese balls, a loaded baked potat-a, a chicken Pot-Pie. Baked ziti, lasagna, ravioli, Parmesan encrusted everything. French toast, French Crullers, buttercream frosting, pudding, sundaes, yogurt, m&m’s… WTF???
Not fair. I get it. lol.
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Well, folks, it is Day 5 of my 7-Day Vegan Challenge & I lost 3lbs already, I feel much lighter & brighter & quite magical, I must say. I do miss eggs, yogurt, sour cream & cheese most of all, I must admit, however, I haven’t had a field trip to the whole foods market as of yet though either. Exploring the zillions of multiple options that are available as replacements for meat & dairy… is an essential step within the Vegan initiation process
On my way to Veganhood! Join me, guys… on the Freedom march!
Freedom from carrying the weight of “the sin of mankind” on our backs. Draggin’ the dusty crusty Karmic influx of poor choices & greedy gorging around with us throughout our lives. Off with their heads, I say! The slaughter-man should taste his own medicine. The senseless slaughtering of animals is mass murder. These massacres take place hidden from the general population, daily. That is not something that is morally righteous. In fact, it is WRONG. And, I am not afraid to say it.
We must practice Veganism wisely though, & that means that it is essential to our mental & physical well-being to have vitamin & nutrient resource knowledge. Veganhood might be a challenging lifestyle change for some, especially at first. But it is well worth the health benefits, moral kudos & all around Auric amplification. You will GLOW brighter guaranteed. You will grow stronger with vitality, energy, endurance & with a tougher resistance to sickness or disease via the natural immunity boosters A Vegan diet provides. Come on guys… it’s really, a no-brainer.
My recommendation with regard to meat/dairy replacement items is to allow yourself the allotted time it takes to investigate, explore, experiment & essentially taste many different versions, variations & brands of the vegan/vegetarian substitutes. Keep a little fun pocket book list or journal to document your preferences. That little book will likely be your most valuable resource in the coming weeks & months, until you taste your way to acclimating new habits which blossom into second nature choices just like when we would choose our favorite go-to trusted brands of meat & dairy, without a second thought. Eg: Oscar Meyer, Hellman’s, Kraft, Velveeta, Breyers, Perdue.
After some healthy research on Vegan cheese & egg substitutes… I found that this next brand has the most stars & is a top-rated Vegan product with an excellent reputation. Not to mention…who can resist the name! Follow Your Heart
As previously mentioned, with regard to being nutritionally informed & nutrient sound, as a Virgin Vegan… (as I was called last nite by a co-worker… lol) it is NECESSARY to be well aware of vita-resources.
I also do feel inclined to mention & emphasize the importance of B-12. I would recommend taking a b-12 supplement whether Vegan or not. Our bodies don’t produce enough of this naturally & we do not always ingest it from foods enough either.
A slight deficiency of vitamin B-12 can lead to anemia, fatigue, mania, and depression, while a long term deficiency can potentially cause permanent damage to the brain and central nervous system. Vitamin B-12, or Cobalamin, is naturally found solely in animal foods and thus vegans have to supplement their diets with fortified foods or supplements.
Day three of my 7-day Vegan challenge & I am not gonna lie…on my evening leisure walk to the local shopping center last nite, I felt completely assaulted by the scent filled breezes. As I approached the entrance-way to civilization….I noticed the smell of fried food in the air, the smell of tacos from “El Cerro Grande,” the smell of chicken from “Buffalo Wild Wings” & the smell of an almost salacious beef fantasy… piping thick chimney-like smoke out into the atmosphere via “Cookout.” Not fair! Not fair! Not fair to a Vegan, I say!
Let me try & help us all out a bit. I plan to continuously expand & grow within this realm, belief system, community, & conscious awareness. I will post links accordingly. It is circa 2017, there is way more availability & accessibility & affordability to this Vegan/Vegetarian lifestyle than ever, ever before, folks… in every city, town, state, community nationwide & worldwide.
Many cultures have actually been practicing these Vegan & Vegetarian principles, for not only decades but also centuries. The truth shall prevail! The Lion will indeed lay with the Lamb, & justice will be served. Which simply means that everybody will live peacefully together. I am fully aware that there will always be a natural food-chain in place with regard to the Animal Kingdom, for the purpose of population control & the harmony of the ecosystem. However, the senseless killing of creatures for greedy gain as opposed to survival or necessity, will in due time cease to exist. It is against Universal Law & producing mass karmic backlash for our collective human evolution & must be stopped for the sake of humanity if we are to protect & preserve our Race on Earth. With regard to the Lion/Lamb metaphor, the Bible quotes: “None will harm or destroy another on my entire holy mountain, for the land will be as full of the knowledge of the Lord as the sea is filled with water.” Isaiah 11:9 The knowledge will be Veganism, if you will. Get VEGUCATED!
Going Vegan solves so many world issues it’s ridiculous. If the world went Vegan, it would create an enormous chain reaction, in a variety of streams. On a grand scale, it is a perfect solution for world hunger. It is the most superior proactive form of environmental protection. Veganism can prevent & eliminate illnesses, diseases, the necessity for countless doctors, the overuse & addiction to endless chemicals & drugs, make the endangerment of any species obsolete…. & it will ultimately promote the Earth’s utmost preservation. If we all became Vegan today, we would change the game significantly. The word Significantly doesn’t even scratch the surface regarding the positive impact we would have on the dysfunctional interrelation of all things causing massive problems in our worldly system. We would reverse the probable demise of our Earth as we know it. We would essentially Save the Planet! We would be heroes. True heroes. You can choose to be a hero today! Get Vegucated! GoVegan now!
I am not “religious.” I do not believe in organized religion, even though I had once called myself “Christian” 20 years ago. I was studying Christianity & Church hopping while participating in the singing of praises part @ any service that had music. It was fun & interesting & was a phase I had to indeed travel through to get to where I am today. However, the Bible contains phrases that I do believe genuinely are relevant to the campaign for Universal peace & love that I practice & live today. Plus, Christians make up a huge percentage of the world. It’s nice to be able to refer to books & customary traditions or beliefs that people can relate to. My goal is to reach people on a Universal level, no matter age, race, religion, creed or culture. We are all human beings from Planet Earth. Period.
Muslims, Hindus, & the cultures of India are predominately Vegetarian/Vegan & have practiced belief systems that generally view all animals as sacred creatures to be honored not harmed or murdered. The Hare Krishnas practice “Krishna Consciousness” & are strictly Vegetarian.
When I was a street musician hippie chick back in the 90s traveling cross country, we used to get fed in every city via the Hare Krishna Temples.
They welcome everyone as long as you leave your shoes at the door, & observe their 45-minute spirit infused service. The experience is inviting & uplifting even if you don’t understand the language. It’s all about raising vibration there. The service is decked out in fresh flowers detailing ornate portraits of Blessed Deities, Lord Krishna, Hindu Gods & Goddesses. The beautiful beaded, jeweled, & gemmed stylings of this handcrafted luxurious temple for sacred worship…. are surely a sight for sore eyes. They dance, they sing, they speak in tongues it sounds like…& they praise the bounty & beauty of Krishna! The word Krishna means: “Energy of God.” The energy of God does not approve of the murder of animals.
The Hare Krishna Book of Vegetarian Cooking by Adiraja Dasa <this cookbook is probably one of the best Vegetarian cookbooks ever written. Let me tell you, the Hare Krishna’s “Sunday Feast” @ 5pm in every city nationwide, is hands down probably the BEST Vegetarian/Vegan cuisine you will ever taste in your life.
They are master chefs & bakers. They have mastered the art of Vegan/Vegetarian cuisine. The finest preparations of meat & dairy dishes… pale in comparison to this scrumptious edible Food Art. Straight up. I myself have never tasted anything better. They feed 1000s of people weekly. They bring the food out in giant buckets & large sheet trays. It’s like a long buffet line that you can go through as many times as you want, & it’s like Christmas morning every time, I swear. Every food item is spiced to perfection & half the time you have no idea what you are even eating….but you don’t care, cause that is how amazing it is! Honestly, I haven’t tasted better more enjoyable flavorful food since…& my last barefoot squat on a Krishna Temple floor was just over 20 years ago, now…
And the smell in there!!! INTOXICATING… If you weren’t hungry when you walked through the door, you WILL BE….you can bet on that. Not to mention, the kind of incense these people make… is definitely in a class of its own. Nowhere else can you find incense that smells this good. Believe me, I have tried.
SUNDAY FESTIVAL / OPEN HOUSE>>
“Delicious, traditional Vedic cuisine was part of the cultural legacy Krishna consciousness brought to Western shores. Eating, like everything else for Krishna devotees is a part of the complete spiritual experience of life.
Sunday sees the doors swung open and hundreds of friends-regulars as well as newcomers-joining in a festival of music, dance, and spiritual discussion and then sharing hearty plates of savories, veggie entrees, sweets, and nectar drinks. Come by on Sunday and relish the taste of the world’s oldest cultural tradition.”
Lets talk MILK a second. Got Milk? Well, what I got is much more beneficial and… informative. Discretion is advised:
“We may call the cows who produce milk “mothers,” but they never actually get to be mothers because their babies are taken away from them after birth. And we certainly don’t treat them with the respect that mothers deserve. Cows and other factory-farmed female animals endure being raped repeatedly, and their babies are torn away from them before they’re all killed. Cows produce milk for the same reason that humans do: to nourish their young. In order to force them to produce as much milk as possible, farmers typically impregnate cows every year using a device that the industry calls a “rape rack.”
The very core of factory farming is breeding. Farmers exploit the female reproductive system to keep up a steady influx of new victims whom they can turn into “products” on supermarket shelves.
Cows are forcibly raped, and calves are deliberately orphaned to produce milk.” —-www.peta.org
Without the deliberate and systemic violation of female bodies, the animal agriculture industry would crumble. That includes ALL ANIMALS that are being forced to produce eggs, babies, or milk for human consumption that are in fact raped & forced to breed & reproduce unnaturally. The Animal Product Industry is not just killing animals, but torturing them. This is UNACCEPTABLE & these deplorable inhumane people should INDEFINITELY BE PROSECUTED IN A COURT OF LAW>
There is no excuse for the daily hidden multi-billion dollar motivated flagrant disrespect & dishonoring of animals. It’s not something I believe should be taken lightly. The next time you are roaming down The Dead Animal Isle or the milk, butter, eggs, ice cream, cheese & yogurt Isle of Shame…make sure you see this picture in your mind before you make a contribution to the greedy Animal Terrorists.
Cows wanna be Moms too. They deserve to bond with their young, raise them & nurture them just like us. They are smart, loving, sweet creatures that are more than suitable pet alternatives. They shouldn’t be treated like a commodity or object only for the purpose of material gain. They are living breathing creatures with a heart beat. So why should their precious lives be assaulted & exploited? It’s not morally correct or humane. Period. End of story.
This post is to honor the week of Halloween. Let’s take a look at its definition, lore & historic standpoint in short, shall we? You are welcome to skim through, to get the gist…peep the pics & such 🙂
The word Halloween or Hallowe’en dates to about 1745 and is of Christian origin. The word “Hallowe’en” means “hallowed evening” or “holy evening”. It comes from a Scottish term for All Hallows’ Eve (the evening before All Hallows’ Day). Also referred to as “all saints Eve.”
Halloween is the evening before the Christian holy days of All Hallows‘ Day (also known as All Saints’ or Hallowmas) on 1 November and All Souls’ Day on 2 November, thus giving the holiday on 31 October the full name of All Hallows‘ Eve(meaning the evening before All Hallows‘ Day).
Christians who celebrate All Saints’ Day and All Souls’ Day do so in the fundamental belief that there is a prayerful spiritual bond between those in heaven and the living. In Catholic theology, the day commemorates all those who have attained the beatific vision in Heaven. It is a national holiday in many historically Catholic countries. In Methodist theology, All Saints Day revolves around “giving God solemn thanks for the lives and deaths of his saints“, including those who are “famous or obscure”. As such, individuals throughout the Church Universal are honored, such as Paul the Apostle, Augustine of Hippo and John Wesley, in addition to individuals who have personally led one to faith in Jesus, such as one’s grandmother or friend.
Elizabeth Ann Seton
Elizabeth Ann Bayley Seton, S.C., was the first native-born citizen of the United States to be canonized by the Roman Catholic Church.
Peter Tokofsky, an assistant professor in the department of folklore and mythology in UCLA states, “The earliest trace (of Halloween) is the Celtic festival, Samhain, which was the Celtic New Year. It was the day of the dead, and they believed the souls of the deceased would be available” (Navarro).
Samhain (pronounced sah-win or sow-in) means “summer’s end” by the Celts. In old Germanic and Celtic societies, what we call equinoxes and solstices marked the middles of the season, not the beginnings.” (Chamberlain) Therefore if there exist an autumnal equinox, winter solstice, spring equinox and a summer solstice, there are also the beginning of autumn, winter, spring and summer. All of these eight dates were important. Summer’s end which meant the beginning of winter was an important time for people who survived on plants grown in the field and animals that were kept in pastures. (Chamberlain) “This day marked the end of summer and the harvest and the beginning of the dark, cold winter, a time of year that was often associated with human death” (The History Channel Exhibits- History of Halloween) It is most likely this reason that the Druids (Celtic pagans) believed that the spirits of those who died the preceding year roamed the earth the night of Samhain (MSN Learning & Research- Halloween)
The Druids celebrated this holiday “with a great fire festival to encourage the dimming Sun not to vanish” and people “danced round bonfires to keep evil sprits away, but left their doors open in hopes that the kind spirits of loved ones might join them around their hearths”. On this night, “divination was thought to be more effective than any other time, so methods were derived to ascertain who might marry, what great person might be born, who might rise to prominence, or who might die” (Chamberlain). Also during the celebration, the Celts “wore costumes, typically consisting of animal heads and skins, and attempted to tell each other’s fortunes”. Crops were burned and animals were sacrificed (The History Channel Exhibits- The History of Halloween). The spirits were believed to be either “entertained by the living”, or to “find a body to possess for the incoming year”. This all gives reasons as to why “dressing up like witches, ghosts and goblins, villagers could avoid being possessed.” (Navarro )
By 43 AD, “Romans had conquered the majority of Celtic territory.” For the 400 years they occupied Celtic lands, two Roman festivals: Feralia (the commemoration of the passing of the dead) and a day to honor Pomona (the Roman goddess of fruits and trees). The apple served as a symbol for Pomona and which might have been incorporated into Samhain by the practice of “bobbing for apples” (The History of Halloween).
When “local people converted to Christianity during the early Middle Ages, the Roman Catholic Church often incorporated modified versions of older religious traditions in order to win converts.” Pope Gregory IV wanted to substitute Samhain with All Saints’ Day in 835, but All Souls’ Day (Nov. 2nd) which is closer in resemblance to Samhain and Halloween today, was “first instituted at a French monastery in 998 and quickly spread throughout Europe” (MSN Learning & Research- Halloween). In the 16th century, “Christian village children celebrated the vigil of All Saints’ by doing the Danse Macabre. The Seven Brethren whose grizzly death is described in the seventh chapter of the deuterocanonical book of Second Macabees” is also said to have resulted in children dressing up in grizzly costumes to signify these deaths. (Thomas )
Halloween came to the United States when European immigrants “brought their varied Halloween customs with them”. In the second half of the nineteenth century, America was flooded with new immigrants including the Irish fleeing from the potato famine in Ireland in 1846. By combining Irish and English traditions, Americans began the “trick-or-treat” tradition. In the later 1800’s the holiday became more centered on community and in the 1920’s and 1930’s, Halloween became “a secular, but community-centered holiday”. In the 1950’s leaders changed Halloween as a holiday aimed at the young to limit vandalism. This all led to what Halloween actually is like today. (The History Channel Exhibits: The History of Halloween)
Report from: The University at Albany, SUNY
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