Just a thought: I’ve witnessed that many who have not been in position to fully address “darkness” (to confront it) head on tend to be judgmental toward expressing active action. Sorry (not really), but when I’m having to exorcise a *demon* from someone I can’t exactly be cuddly and warm and welcoming to something that would prefer to rip someone apart from the inside out.
That’s where “warrior” comes from. Someone who isn’t afraid to get dirty and protect what is sacred. There is a time for peace but when your life is literally being threatened you can either be a victim to the threat or you can take a stand and do something about it. I’m not saying that violence is the answer but defending yourself (knowing how to) and having the tools to protect yourself is a necessity when dealing with darkness. I do not attract that into my life but it’s part of my gift as a healer, a psychic and a warrior of light.
Not everyone came to this planet with the exact same skill-set or mission—that’s ok, it’s not the point.
I’m not interested in arguing with anyone. I’m not interested in being “right” but I am also not interested in trying to “one up” anyone. We are Sisters and Brothers in this and on this beautiful planet—stop competing and trying to one up each other! We are in this together! It’s about LOVE… and because I LOVE YOU I’m willing to fight for you even when you can’t/won’t fight for yourself—I believe that we came here to LOVE, NOT to suffer… I believe that because of what I personally REMEMBER as a Soul Being, it is my choice to assist in any way that I can to support and nurture this movement we’re in the thick of. Being a warrior of Light and Peace doesn’t mean avoiding the dark… it’s all about integration and embracing all aspects of ourselves as well. I offer that to you as something to consider.
Namaste, Amen, Love, Blessings & ALOHA,
Shakti Kapualani Leialoha
last night, dad shared his “zombie apocalypse” story with me (because almost everyone in the house got sick)…
Dad: “shit, the other night, i took two of those arthritis pills and two immodium pm cause i couldn’t sleep…”
Me: “WHAT?! what’s wrong with you?! you shouldn’t mix those! BITCHES BUY THAT SHIT AND TURN IT INTO CRACK MAN!”
Dad: “no but i couldn’t sleep! then my freakin’ arms started to shake—you couldn’t hear me last night? i was freakin’ out!”
Me: *cracking up* *crying* *coughing* “CRACK MAN! CRACK!”
Dad: “shit and i was like pacing the floors! thought i was going DIE!”
Me: “what the FUCK dad?! even the bottle says only take ONE! you take two plus two more CRACK pills?!”
Dad: “i even tried to grip the counter to make my arms stop shaking!”
Me: *crying, laughing hysterically* “CRRRRRAAAAAACK!!!”
*both of us cracking up in laughter*
it’s moments like these i can forgive my dad for doing shit like leaving me at the airport for over an hour when i’m ready to keel over and die… he is a *crack head* after all :p lol