SPIRAL UP!!

Let your emotions guide you. Don’t resist having any emotion, positive or negative. But be true to yourself. Know how you truly feel. You cannot know where you are going if you don’t know where you are. The research of Esther and Jerry Hicks is undeniable. Look at this chart of the Emotional Guidance System.

Where are you at this moment?

That’s the first step. Be honest. Your vibrational state of BEing dictates the experiences you will then have. The spiral then continues. Trust me. Just because you understand how this works doesn’t make you a master. When you are frustrated, angry, or overwhelmed you are not even on the same scale of hopefulness, optimism, and love.

Love and Fear cannot occupy the same space.
Hope and Anger cannot coexist. Neither can Insecurity and Enthusiasm.

I am on MY pathway to healing.
I have a desire to help others on their pathways to healing.
I am saying it as plain as I ever have:

IT IS YOUR BIRTHRIGHT TO HAVE A LIFE THAT FEELS GOOD. RELEASE ANYTHING THAT DOES NOT MATCH YOUR HIGHEST AND BEST SELF.

CHOOSE TO SPIRAL UP!!

I’m going to print this scale out and use it as a reminder during my morning meditation. I have to get back to myself. I am a healer at heart. But I have to work out a few more kinks in my cellular chain before I can do healing work again. But I am going to get there. Back to the her I once knew. It is the freedom of flying above percieved limitations and beyond falsely imposed constraints.

And I pray that you have the strength and courage to find out who you truly are at the top of your spiral. And once you find that version of yourself. Never forget your way back. Even when life happens and your emotions take your far away from yourself. Bounce back. Take steps. Spiral up every time.

Infinite Light,
TJ

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SPIRITUAL GPS

Proud to announce the release of the video for the poem, “Spiritual GPS”

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No Moon for Me… :(

Last night was a full moon.  But this was no ordinary moon. Not only was this marked as a Harvest Supermoon, it was paired with a lunar eclipse resulting in a red hue deeming it also, “The Blood Moon.” Shortly after dinner, in utter excitement I grabbed two of my newest stones (rose quartz and hematite) and ran outside to find a moonlit spot to bathe them in during this special night.  I felt that these pocket stones would receive their charge and help strengthen me when I carry them.  I have done this in the past and I believe it works.  I also believe in angels and miracles. FYI.  To my dismay, the sky showed no moon.  Not a half of moon.  Not a piece of anything that resembled a moon. There were too many clouds, a steady misting and a blanket of fog that laid between me and my beloved. Which is kinda how life has been lately…no moon, stars, rainbows, sun. Only fog. Just blah. Sometimes even bleh. I walked back into the house like a child that just missed the ice cream truck but instead of unspent quarters, I held my stones, uncharged in my hand.

Then I had this thought…

Just because I (Big ole’ I) could not see this moon, did not make IT not exist.  In fact the moon is always full even when it goes those it phases and appears to not be full. So in this moment of huge disappointment, I laughed.  Lately my life has brought a lot of unwanted activities and major disappointments.  It is has felt like my luck has run out or something or at best I am being tested by the most Intelligent Time/Space Designer.  But reality is — this is NOT EVER the case. So much so when I closed my eyes, placed my stones under my pillow and just reveled in the idea of this powerful, Super-Blood-Harvest Moon, I felt something.  I felt the surge of energy I was seeking. I felt truly connected to Source and then laughter continued to fill my belly.  And I once again found joy in a place that appeared to be lacking.  I have to remember that we are never empty, just like the moon. Despite any false appearances. A new season has begun and I embrace and trust the process as it unfolds, sight unseen.  NO ASSEMBLY REQUIRED.

Light,

TJ

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POEM: Farewell to a Flag

As mentioned in the previous blog, I participated in a event to symbolically bury the Confederate Flag.  Here is the full poem:

FAREWELL TO A FLAG

Today we say farewell to a flag whose symbols of stars and bars have become more like a skull and cross bones. Its poison of hate has been passed down through generations breeding babies swaddled in a dark legacy under the guise of good ‘ole Southern Pride. But, I too was birthed right here in this red clay and from an early age, I found this flag only served fear to me and my kinfolk. I was taught young that if you see that flag you run.  If you are driving on a highway and you see a pickup truck brandishing that flag, you don’t look directly at its driver. You pretend to be invisible. And your ability to disappear could be a matter of life and death. For that flag always meant danger. It always meant a ticking time bomb could explode at any moment and anyone of color could become a target for violence.

The irony that a place known for its southern hospitality could evoke so much fear and hate at the same time.  But enough is enough. It is now up to us to change things. Again, today we say farewell to a flag whose symbols of stars and bars have become more like a skull and crossbones.  We bury with it, tears of mothers that have lost their sons to hate. We bury the nightmares of a colony of people that never knew freedom.  We bury this quilted time capsule of a misplaced people woven with threads of misplaced anger and intolerance.

Today, I say, we are no longer afraid. We relinquish the power falsely bestowed upon this flag. And we say boldly, it is time. Time for life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness for all mankind. Yes…ALL mankind.

Copyright TJ Nicole May 2015

“Lesser Than”
Artist: K. Darcel

The Confederate Flag: 13 Flag Funerals

On May 25, 2015 I participated in an event whose mission was to symbolically bury the Confederate Flag.  There were similar events happening around the country and some even became so emotionally heated that the “protestors” chose to burn the flag.  These actions caused a huge controversy and on the day of our event, 3 news crews showed up ready to capture a similar scene of angry protestors torching flags.  But what they found instead was a small group of people speaking eloquently about how this flag has been used for over a century as a symbol for hate and should no longer have the right to fly free.  Since our memorial service there have been so many other events that have shed light on the destruction that is linked to this rebel flag.  I would like to think that our small event was helpful in our nation reaching its tipping point. It is time for the flag to come down and hopefully we can bury the hate that goes along with it as we lay it to rest, for once and for all. I will share the poem that I read on that day in a separate post.  But if you would like to see one of the news broadcast here is the link:

http://www.cbs46.com/story/29151142/ceremony-to-burn-confederate-flag

I have never spoken in front of news cameras before, but surprisingly I was not at all nervous.  I knew that my words were truth and this was a golden opportunity to shed light on a very dark subject.  As a poet, I feel that it is my job to transmute the negative energy of some of the world’s most harmful and threatening occurrences into powerful words that have the ability to inspire change. On this day, this small group of writers, actors, visual artists, and poets spoke up with a great purpose. And it is my hope, that our words continue to help shift the perceptions of our nation while providing the foundation for a more peaceful and loving world.

Light,

TJ Nicole

Cookie Cutter Cover Letter: Looking for the Perfect Job

I have lost count of the number of “jobs” that I have in my life. For the last two years,  I have not had a single day on a traditional job site. Looking from the outside I may seem flighty, wishwashy, unfocused, and immature because I refuse to settle into the idea of a regular life with a 9 to 5. I am an entreprenuer but even in my own working life I have had a lot of trouble finishing a project before moving onto the next.  The epiphany is that my entire life is devoted to helping others in the best way I know how and that is ever changing.  But everyday that I am breathing I am working on 1 Goal: Share light with the world. That is my mission and everything that I do is centered around that simple idea.

When you meet someone for the first time most will ask, “What do you do?” It is the current belief that your profession or job title is a great way to meet. Each time I face this awkward moment I smile,while my mind scrambles for an appropriate answer.  Some days I am a writer and poet. Other days I am a production assistant to my husband in film/photography. It all depends on the where I am and who is the person asking.  Lately I have been using the simple answer, “I am an artist. ” But that usually just results in a series of follow-up questions.  And no matter how many ways I attempt to explain, the person leaves still having no clue of who I am or what I do.  Hmph.

The current belief is that what you do for a living is who you are. I challenge this idea on the basis that over the last 2 years I have not had a “job.” So did I stop living during that time I was unemployed.  Have I been just existing in limbo waiting for another opportunity to live again and find the perfect place for my specially designed cog in the Great Machine called Life. I have battled with these ideas my entire life because my inner guide could never seen to resign myself to the idea that Who I was could be described in a one page resume with cookie cutter cover letter.  ooh say that 3 times fast.

Cookie cutter cover letter. Cookie cutter cover letter. Cookie cutter cover letter….

See what I mean, even in writing this short blog. I was distracted by the joy of the clever way the words looked on the page. Quirky. Yes.  I love words. I love to write. And life should bring you joy.  I believe that is too much emphasis on income bearing opportunities and no regard for joy bringing experiences.  Hope this blog post brought you a little bit of joy and light to you.

Light,
TJ Nicole

When We Arrived presents: Day Dreamin’ a poem by TJ Nicole

So honored to be featured as a guest blogger on When We Arrived Blog created by Nikki Skies in celebration of National Poetry Month! #April #NPM2015

Nikki Skies

Eyes closed. Mind open.

I download lyrics over instrumentals.

My pen moves without hesitation,

And I don’t mind

being a scribe of my time.

The necessary pieces to this life can be found in between these lines.

Sometimes I rhyme

Sometimes I find myself going on and on

Without reasons

But I am not the gate keeper

or the time keeper

or even the keeper of seasons

I AM a scribe.

So I write the message as I receive them.

As angels come out to play

And sages start to teach

And masters start to speak

My ink flows from the terrain they carved onto the page.

I listen closely and relate the words displayed

Just with my reach

Beneath the veil.

TJ Nicole, an Atlanta native, is a prolific author, visual artist, host, performance poet, and speaker. She is passionate about the arts and loves to capture audiences with…

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Greetings!

It is my greatest pleasure to share with you my ideas, inspirations, short stories, and poems. It is my wish that these words find you well and offer something of great value in your life or in your own writings.

Light,

TJ