Feelings and Frequency, Part I

Yesterday started off very busy for me. Going to bed late night - early morning, due to my night owl tendencies.  Then having to wake up only three hours later to take my daughter to the bus stop; I started my day depleted. 

So twelve hours later, I slowly dragged my feet back into the house. 

No hugs please!  No parental request! Just take a shower! Clean up whatever you messed up and get in the bed - NOW! 

To ease my mind, I started to scroll my social media news feed and then it happened!   The Food Therapy Project got me! 

Song: Kwabs - Wrong or Right

The Food Therapist himself, Maurizio, was dancing and feeling with the frequency! He seemed to be free, no cares in the world.  Just releasing and moving with the beat! He was feeling every movement. 

As I watched him, I begin to smile. I wasn't surprised as I begun to dance along with him.  I forgot I was tired.  My feelings of stress vanished. I wasn't irritable.  I was dancing, laughing, vibing and feeling the frequency of the beats. 

I was now actually enthusiastic! Open mouthed laughing, clapping hands, snapping fingers, gyrating - swinging hips and all! 

Sounds and frequency have a profound effect on mood and mental health. Now I can't even tell you the name of the song, but I know upbeat music and drums usually make me want to move and any body movement relieves stress from the body. 

This will be a two-part blog.  In a couple of days, I will really break down frequency, and the frequencies that can guide us through emotional healing and spiritual awaken.  

But for today and tonight, just vibe and release all your cares! Turn on some music, stop whatever you're doing, stop stressing,  and feel the frequency and move! Or just dance along with The Food Therapy Project!  I know I will!!


For more information on The Food Therapy Project and plant-based nutrition consultations and coaching, please connect on Facebook or contact him at maurizio2maci@yahoo.com.



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Listen

When I was in the 10th grade I had an English teacher who would cross out pages of my papers and give me zeros on five page essays. She would continuously cross out entire pages and in all capital letters, write NO! and WRONG! throughout my papers.
In the beginning, I thought my papers were insightful and brilliantly written. My grammar, spelling and essay structure were textbook.  

She didn't appreciate my free-thinking.  I received red-ink filled papers because I didn't express her same philosophical thoughts on literature. I read the stories and poems then offered my own images and opinions on what the author was expressing.  Consequently, I received several failing grades, consecutive grading periods, until my mother called a parent-teacher conference.  

Yet the damage was done. Now writing was a source of anxiety. 

The following year in the 11th grade, my teacher appreciated my thought process.  By this time, I was lackadaisical in my school work and only did what was needed to make passing grades. 

I can recall her telling me,"Carrice, you're brilliant!  Your papers are some of the most well-thought out and written papers I've ever seen from a student. The problem is you're just LAZY!"


I appreciated her comments and efforts to push me into academic action, but I wasn't listening. I wrote all my school papers at the last minute because I dreaded the writing process, red pens, and English teachers.

Years later in my college sophomore American Literature course, the professor asked to speak to me after class. She encouraged me to change my Exercise Science major to English, Journalism, or some form of Communication.  She went on to tell me, my papers were some of the best she had ever read.  

I just nodded smiled and said thank you. 

I still wasn't listening! I was still living in the fear of failure. All I could see were those marked up pages.   I figured she really didn't know what she was talking about.  She was a young professor, so her frame of reference wasn't large enough to really give a valid opinion. I brushed it off!

I never took writing seriously. I was just writing to make a good grade.  She persisted and urged me to meet with the English department and just learn about the different degree programs.  When she saw my resistance, she gave me an option of making English my minor. 

NOPE! NOTHING WORKED! I WAS NOT LISTENING!

I never scheduled an appointment. I never thought about it again.  I never thought writing was one of my talents. 

I just wasn't listening!  

Then almost eight or nine years later, an old friend and I wanted to start a women's empowerment group. Overnight, I started to write articles and post with such ease. I even surprised myself!  
People began to give me compliments, requesting me to write things for them... then I opened up, released the fear of not being good enough and began to grow in my talent.   

I started writing for my current employer.  I was later asked to write a monthly column in a corporate newsletter and was published several times in the national company magazine.   I got my first paid writing job as a featured blogger on a local family website.  I was now listening and putting planned, guided effort behind my talent. 

I finally listened! Almost 20 years after being led to believe I wasn't a good writer, I let go of the judgment from those zeros and started realizing and believing in my talents. 

We're always receiving signs. Some listen and prosper, while others grow deaf to their spirits; to muddle around, never realizing their true selves.  

Now years later, I believe in the concept of being guided by spirit and the practice of listening.  We're all being guided, but we just have to start listening.  

Don't let fear or past life experiences make you deaf and blind to your special gifts.  For that one special talent has the potential of expanding every facet of your life. 

Listen to the compliments, Listen to the signs, Listen and feel what gives you peace and joy! 

Just Listen! 

Needy Connection

I begin to reminiscence on a particular moment when I was accused of being needy or having needy, dependent personal character traits.  Clearly, this was a mirror reflection of this person's own emotional barriers, but for an instance; I reflected on the interactions I and this person shared. I had

made myself available for them, yet when I wanted a connection, then the judgment and psychoanalyzes starts.  So,  I can see how the sentiments made sense to them, but the context was drastically skewed in one direction. 

In the Western culture being alone is encouraged.  Handling problems alone and other life difficulties on your own is seen as empowering.  Needing help or being vulnerable in this society is seen as being weak.  This mentality is a problem! 

This mentality causes a gross disconnect of spirit and likewise, many never succeed at minimal life goals. While others never even begin to develop their talents and pursue any life goals.  

We must connect in order to complete our divine purpose. 

So yes, I agree!  I am needy! I can allow myself to feel vulnerable!

I need connection.  I  need the connection in order to grow a deeper consciousness of myself and the world around me.  

And the greatest connection is in the relationship of two spirits coming together in a loving partnership. 

People may see this as a weakness of mine, but let me express it in my own terms.  My neediness does not dictate my happiness. I need the connection of all things to truly experience this human reality.  

Living a life of perpetual, spiritual solitude was never in the plan.  

So here are my expressions for my need of connection:

Connection

 I was told, "you had needy tendencies." 

Yet his need to have me in his presence at any given moment  was very apparent. 

Though he needed me now, in this moment, I was the needy one longing for him in my moments. 

I was needy because I wanted to connect with another human being. 

I wanted to connect and share various life experiences, not just independent moments, depending on his moods.

Not just the connection of fleshy appendages, but the connection of spiritual languages. 

Connection to the source of another's being. 

So I'll be needy - if that's even the correct term to justify his sentiments of continuing his personal disconnect. 

I'm universal, so I want to return to the source.

I want to remember from which I ascended. 

I came into this reality because of love, so yes I feel the need to return to that love and continue its manifestation. 

Why is this an issue?  Why is this seen as a weakness? 

I have no desire to devalue anyone, nor do I have the desire to control one's habits and the way they maneuver. 

This divine feminine only will nurture and increase any positive energies and assist in diminishing all negative barriers, blocking goals of harmony and peace.  

So yes, I'm needy! 

I need to connect to his lower energies and then guide them up along his spine, with a circular motion building it's intensity around his navel, pushing his authority and strength up and around to his spine, so he can begin to visualize the life he is destined to lead.  

With gentle ease, I connect with this same penetrating energy and move it to his heart, so now he can release any hurt through each breathy word of his past. 

I'll inhale every word, then turn his hurt into an enduring power to manifest our combined dream into a miraculous reality. 

Then connecting back to his heart and spinning this new, red light into his all knowing third understanding. 

Yes, I'm needy.  

I still need to raise this vibration into his soul center, the brain.  Gliding through his left and right hemispheres, not missing any cortex, so this imbalanced human vortex will no longer be a generational hex on his existence. 

Then realizing I have connected with his higher self, then he feels the need, the desire, the aspiration for and of me.  

The need to connect over, and over again until our existence in this reality comes to a blissful end...  

I need it. 

We all have this need.  Some may not have the spiritual fortitude and maturity to communicate this, but it's there.   

Until next time...Connect with Communication! 

Carrice

Expressions by Carrice 

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