Often I need a hypnotic voice like yours, whispering in my ear, "In a moment, I'll count from 1 to 5. At 5, you'll open your eyes, feeling refreshed and alert. One... re-orienting; two... more awake; three... deep breath; four... ready; five... eyes open, wide awake!" to bring me out of my Consensus Trance.
I will have to do a spoken word version of this and put it on youtube and substack then! i gotta get with one of my friends out here to film some pieces out in the mangroves 🙏
Tess, wow, this one was a real knockout! Absolutely loved it! I've been allergic to the bullshit for a loooooong time and am trying to be better about how I treat my vessel. And I just loved the way you verbalized all this - it's a classic. It's a medical necessity. This would definitely go to No. 1 in my poetry billboard chart.
I wrote it that way intentionally (meaning, not direct disclosure of what it's about). I'm not going to disclose specifics, but its about receiving a health diagnosis, and seeing the connection between illness and the way we live. It's laid out like this: a patient gets their lab results / blood work back and this is the experience they have, cue poem:
You say it for me in more poetic delivery than I could ever muster, and I hear you because I have lived some sort of familiar existence and have the stitches and scars to show that emotional numbness is a bitch.
So, thanks for sharing because oddly, I am awaiting, for the second time in two months, for my liver to capitulate under the assault of a supposedly lethal dose of paracetamol.
If, I don’t transition within the stipulated four days, then, either those Bigfarma bastards are selling cheap Duds......or I am FUKKIN immortal.....
I hope you do not transition— and I don’t know you or or your situation, but a long time ago I took too much of that too, and it didn’t kill me either. And I’m really REALLY glad that it didn’t.
It took me many years to be able to say that honestly, but I am truly meaning that from my heart.
I would imagine it’s not too late to get the treatment to reverse whatever process may be occurring in your body before you wind up in a situation that you can’t turn back from.
I’m sorry if that’s an overstep. But I wish you peace and freedom no matter what realm you are in, always. ❤️
Allergic to bullshit?
Same diagnosis here.
My body screamed before I ever did.
You just gave it a voice.
We're not healing. We're rewilding.
REWILDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
Wild recognizes wild 🌊💃🌞
Yeah, that was my reaction to that awesome word too :-)
We do alchemise through words and hidden meanings. This is a raw and necessary post. We need to stop making ourselves sick.
YES 🙌 THANK YOU
Tess, sending you good energy. : )
Thank you!! You as well, friend!
Tess, Mike, Chris and everyone else on this thread...sending you all the same {{{{{{good vibes}}}}}
Alllll the good vibes to you both!!!!! 💜
Often I need a hypnotic voice like yours, whispering in my ear, "In a moment, I'll count from 1 to 5. At 5, you'll open your eyes, feeling refreshed and alert. One... re-orienting; two... more awake; three... deep breath; four... ready; five... eyes open, wide awake!" to bring me out of my Consensus Trance.
I will have to do a spoken word version of this and put it on youtube and substack then! i gotta get with one of my friends out here to film some pieces out in the mangroves 🙏
Tess, wow, this one was a real knockout! Absolutely loved it! I've been allergic to the bullshit for a loooooong time and am trying to be better about how I treat my vessel. And I just loved the way you verbalized all this - it's a classic. It's a medical necessity. This would definitely go to No. 1 in my poetry billboard chart.
that is a tremendous honor - THANK YOU. This has been high key the theme of 2025 for me is trying to get on the other side of this health stuff! ❤️
We must stop making ourselves sick! We alchemise through words and experiences. Perception is key!
AMEN
Maybe I am just daft but I don’t get what this is about.
Really enjoy your stuff, thus, I would like to know.
I wrote it that way intentionally (meaning, not direct disclosure of what it's about). I'm not going to disclose specifics, but its about receiving a health diagnosis, and seeing the connection between illness and the way we live. It's laid out like this: a patient gets their lab results / blood work back and this is the experience they have, cue poem:
Gotcha. Will reread. Big day my brain kinda in low gear.
Peace.
no worries, get some rest, i will follow suit as well 🙏 🌙
You say it for me in more poetic delivery than I could ever muster, and I hear you because I have lived some sort of familiar existence and have the stitches and scars to show that emotional numbness is a bitch.
So, thanks for sharing because oddly, I am awaiting, for the second time in two months, for my liver to capitulate under the assault of a supposedly lethal dose of paracetamol.
If, I don’t transition within the stipulated four days, then, either those Bigfarma bastards are selling cheap Duds......or I am FUKKIN immortal.....
I hope you do not transition— and I don’t know you or or your situation, but a long time ago I took too much of that too, and it didn’t kill me either. And I’m really REALLY glad that it didn’t.
It took me many years to be able to say that honestly, but I am truly meaning that from my heart.
I would imagine it’s not too late to get the treatment to reverse whatever process may be occurring in your body before you wind up in a situation that you can’t turn back from.
I’m sorry if that’s an overstep. But I wish you peace and freedom no matter what realm you are in, always. ❤️
Thanks,
And I assure you that me inviting my transition is the less gruesome choice to what ‘they’ have planned for me.