Sassy Spirit

Sassy Spirit

Self-love is God’s love

posted by jperry

Self-love could really be called Soul-love. The foundation of it being God’s love. When I realized that it really all was between me and God, life shifted.

Rise above the mind and live in your Spirit place, realizing there is no place within yourself that you need to vilify, nor anyone outside of yourself you need to knock down spiritually in order to raise yourself higher. Wars have been fought in the world and in our minds, when really if we can just know God for ourselves, we love. We love ourselves in the process and that love overflows. We realize loving others is allowing God’s love to flow through us. Take a moment and hear my words of God’s love. I share this with you so you may feel the love also. My heart’s truth is my guidance along the path.

What I know is God loves you because God is love. How you love God is none of my business. God energy is unconditional love which doesn’t see separation. God doesn’t care what you wear, what music you listen to, or the front you put up. Your heart is where the God connection is and it can be felt through words, but don’t get tripped up on that part. Focus on the love. Let others read their holy books or inspirational quotes, it’s whatever speaks to their soul. God doesn’t need you to wrong others. Whatever God you worship, be like that instead of just pointing out how others are not. It’s all one God in different flavors. Some may speak to God through their own poetry or others may worship a Higher Power in the forest and call it Universe. God doesn’t care. Feel your truth and allow others to feel theirs. Don’t worry about doing it right or fear God ever. There is no wrath. Would you send your own child to a fiery, horrible place if they made a mistake and stop loving them? We teach our children we love them unconditionally. So does God. Don’t ever for one minute think that because of your mistakes or anything else, that God would turn away from you. All you ever have to focus on is the love. Feel God’s love right you. Deep breath. You are so loved.

You can let this love flow though you daily and experience it anywhere. Do not reserve it for Sunday, a holiday, a place, or conditions. Spirituality is a lifestyle. It’s an everyday practice. It is choosing love every day. It is a daily intention to love, be love, spread love, know love, and live love. The key to your soul is never outside yourself. It is when you wake up to the knowing how loved you really are. It’s like you realize you believe in magic all over again. Like a child, you remember to see the world with wonder, through the eyes of love. Through God’s eyes, you are amazing and so is everything else. You are safe to open up and receive this love. You are worthy. Take it in.

Exercise. . .Ugh!

posted by jperry

Tricked ya! I actually love exercise. Do I love it all the time? No. We never love anything all the time. . .well, except chocolate and sunshine. But I do love the feeling after exercise, every single time. I think of it as a metaphor for life and I get many insights when I exercise, whether it’s yoga, running, or a workout. I hadn’t ran in almost a year, because I stopped running when I was pregnant and it’s been winter here. I do DVD’s at home and my baby watches me and kicks her little legs as I move around. Yesterday, the sun was shining and I got the idea to get my sneakers on and run. It felt so good to be out in the fresh air, moving my body and feeling strong as I challenged myself. I didn’t know if I’d have to stop often to catch my breath and I was not going to judge myself. I am of the philosophy to just do my best. Running doesn’t come naturally to me. I’m more of a jogger.

One block I ran, then another, and I ran a half a mile where I had to decide whether to head back from there so it would total a mile. I decided to just keep going. This is the gal who never even ran the mile in school. I didn’t believe I had it in me. I ran two miles yesterday and was so happy with myself. My two miles may be nothing to some, but I celebrate every run. I don’t say I’ll run a certain amount of days or for the rest of my life. I see how my body feels and what it wants. I love the feeling of being alive. As I was at the mile mark where I was turning back, I realized I’d be running into the wind. Since it’s always a metaphor for me, I had an awareness that I had been running against the wind many times in my life, which was really an invisible wind that was created by me. It is where fear and doubt slap us in the face and make us afraid to move forward.

How often had I stopped because things got hard? Where I didn’t do or finish something because I didn’t think I had what it took to succeed? Until a few years ago, I had such little faith in myself in so many ways. I didn’t like to be out of my comfort zone and judged where I was at by where others were at. When I got out of the competition game and worked on living my own life, I thrived. What others are doing doesn’t have anything to do with me. There will be those who run faster, longer, more often than me. Good for them, I say. I run my own race. I wish others well when I know we can all win. We can all be a personal success. Next time you observe someone running down the street, you’ll see all runners run a little differently. Their pace, stride, arms, and style is their own. Just like in life, you gotta rock what you got and realize you are in competition with no one. Enjoy the journey and don’t forget to look at the scenery as you’re jogging along.

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What I didn’t want you to know about me

posted by jperry

I am really “woo woo.” But I’m very real too.

I have always felt like I didn’t fit in. I did and then I didn’t. Often. I felt too weird for the normal people and too normal for the weird people. I would feel I had to be different sides of me, depending on where I was. Everyone does that to a certain degree, but I felt I lost myself for a while. I learned that not everyone is going to like you and this is okay. Me liking me is the most important thing.  I’m not afraid to broadcast that I’m a vegetarian anymore, which sounds weird, but sometimes I could feel the energy shift when I’d say that and I’d be judged silently and harshly.  I’d have a friend adore me and I’d meet her hubby.  She’d state that I didn’t eat me and his eyes would suddenly change and I was instantly woo woo, a hippie, a flake, a radical, or whatever.

You see, I am very sensitive. I’ve always been. I didn’t even realize until a few years ago that I could communicate with those who have crossed over (only have done it a few times by accident), spirit guides, and that I could sense entities/thoughtforms/energy. I didn’t know that my panic attacks were another energy coming into my energy field. Watching the “Long Island Medium” show made me realize it.  In the past year, it’s happened maybe only two times. I was like…hey, this isn’t mine. I had read so much from people about channeling, psychic attacks, and all this stuff that scared the crap out of me. So I’d pray to Mary, Jesus, Buddha, Archangel Michael. . .whoever, so I’d be protected. Then I’d ignore that stuff and just focus on love and light. I would just raise my vibration and focus on feeling good. It has even happened in my dreams, a battle on the astral plane which is really “out there” for some, but I read about it from people who do lucid dreaming stuff. Being a mom in New Jersey, who just wanted to have a nice life, I didn’t want to be weird.

I was always feeling fake somehow, until I started writing and allowing myself to stand in my own truth. As a being on a spiritual journey, I’ll always change my mind, evolve, and grow over time and I’ll share that in my writing. I had to first, start to fine tune my own connection to myself. I stopped being embarrassed that I was so ridiculously sensitive. I don’t watch the news. I don’t watch horror, mystery, or anything intense. Violence on the screen literally hurts me. It feels weird. It generates fear energy. Does this make me weak? Hell no! I have given birth five times, gotten three tattoos, and survived a lot of personal struggles. I am in charge of my own consciousness and get to decide what I put in my world. I am a vibe snob. I like to feel good. I choose to create happiness every day. I live on purpose.  I put good vibes out into the world daily.

Besides my sensitivity that I wanted to hide, was my bitchy side. Dr. Wayne Dyer would be on PBS giving a talk about living spiritually and I’d feel like a big, fat, phony. Not size wise, but attitude wise. It actually made me feel small in my greatness. I wanted to be loving, but I would yell at the kids and get angry. I wanted to dissolve the anger part of me and never experience it again. It scared me. I felt like my anger made me a bad person, just as bad as, say a violent criminal. Utterly ridiculous now to think about. These were my thoughts. I was falling for spiritual perfectionism. It was disconnecting me, ego and spirit, versus wholeness. I had to look at that shadow side of me and love it. Embracing all the parts of me, shame was no longer running the game. I can think we are all one, on the highest level of consciousness, when we are one with God. . .but if something is wrong, I’ll call it out if I feel the need to.

Setting boundaries, not standing for my work being stolen on the internet, making integrity super important is my spirituality. I was chastised by spiritual folks when my work was featured on a site that was selling stuff, without an credit to me in any way. Seeing “Unknown” under your words as a writer is awful. If you say I’m in ego for this, that’d be your “ego” that judges. I would never tell a painter to stop signing their name at the bottom, saying what their inspiration comes from a higher power, so therefore it’s free. Yeah, I got that from someone. We get paid for work, jobs, services, products because that’s how it works here. It’s an exchange. It must be balanced.

So I stopped apologizing for being. I am the best ME in the world. I may be not enough. . .or two much. . .for you. That’s not about me anyway. I’m just here to live my truest, fullest, grandest life of love. Wishing all of you the most truthful you and the most delicious life. You’re perfectly you and I’m perfectly me.

P.S. Energy clearing techniques in my next blog, for those who want to hear my tips.

Petty Betty

posted by jperry

First of all, I don’t have multiple personalities, but we all have different aspects that sometimes seem to fade away over time.   Maybe you have had a Petty Betty inside yourself too?

I noticed myself being petty about something for a moment yesterday and I didn’t like it. Listen, I own my inner bitch, which really is just my inner warrior, truth speaker. She’s sassy and doesn’t take any crap from anyone. She’s funny also, with her ‘tude which is a loving snarky at times. (Like to the kids…”Did you really just do that?”  Or a look of the eyes when I know the one is about the clobber the other one.  I have five kids, three boys in the middle, that like to wrestle…OFTEN!)  She has to yell into room to get them to knock it off.  She’s very Jersey.  She means well though. She is a real champion for women and children especially.  She calls it like she sees it.  She is not afraid to get involved in a situation when she sees bad behavior.  She gets mad at injustices and has a hard time when life isn’t fair to others.  She earned me all sorts of nicknames when she helped me yell at a teenager last summer when he had a seagull by the neck, until he let it go.  The bird was fine.  The boy’s ego was bruised as I did this in front of his friends.  This gal I’d call Sassy Lassie.

This was different. This was the mean girl who used to bully me daily with negative self-talk and wanted me to hold grudges all the time. This inner mean girl was always judgemental to everyone. It’s been forever since I’ve seen her. She was trying to get me to be annoyed about something and was spinning down nasty thoughts about another person and causing this separation/competition kinda thing. I don’t play that. I do equals. So I was like…”Hi, how ya been? Did you do something different with your hair? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. Things have changed since you’ve been around. Love dwells here. So stop stressing about whether you are good enough. You are, honey. No need for the negative vibes. You’re gonna be okay. I gave her a hug, without any judgement, just sent love to that aspect of my shadow side…and POOF! She was gone again. It was like she was never there.  Petty Betty doesn’t like us anymore.  It isn’t a suitable environment.  My head is ruled by intention now.  I live on purpose.  She can see I’m not weak anymore.

I reflected. Petty Betty used to rule the roost often. I was unhappy and mean girl would tell me I was fat, a bad mom, not a good person, and that things would never get better…that I didn’t deserve them. Then she’d flip, like a hormonal teenager and she’d be on my side, but try and make me mad at everyone else. She had a scorecard on everyone and would fight me when I wanted to forgive someone. She’d keep bringing up what others did wrong and egged me on to argue with them.  She loved to get me into an argument, wanted my feelings hurt so I could defend myself and have to make others wrong.  She fed on this.  She LOVED when I’d gossip about someone, recounting why I was a victim in a situation.  She wanted me to be mad if others didn’t agree with me or be friends with someone I wasn’t.  Another check mark next to a name on her score card.

This is when I thought my “thoughts” were me, that they were in charge. I read about the Law of Attraction and started to question how I had been doing things. No matter what I read though, I couldn’t integrate it. I wanted ideas to transform me from the paper, like as if from osmosis. I thought teachers had the secrets to fix me.
I untangled my own web of thoughts as I became aware of what they were. I replaced them.   I burned her score card in my mind.  Every day, I chose me.  I set my own vibe.  This new attitude over a certain amount of years has gotten me more nicknames, one of which is “Susie Sunshine.” Petty Betty rolls her eyes at this one. . .making a gagging face.  I transformed my life through my thoughts, when I realized I had the power.    We don’t realize our potential, until we try to make a change and get past the hard part.  Sometimes the chrysalis stage, where you’re in your cocoon, feels like it lasts forever.  Trust the process.  Don’t worry how long it takes.

Eventually I realized I was no longer a caterpillar. Flying around with my colorful wings is much more fun.  I’m free to be me, without all the drama.

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