Possibilities Are On the Horizon - CordieB

There are vast possibilities on the horizon; It’s up to us to manifest those possibilities into realities!

The Woman and Her Mansions ~CordieB.

She lived in a house of…

Many Mansions

Countless Doors

Infinite Windows and

Endless Floors
~~~

Yet she confined herself to…

One small house

One small room

Her comfort zone…

Filled with unfulfilling gloom
~~~

Many windows of…

Opportunity came her way

Opened doors –

Yet here she stayed…

Afraid to leave

Her cramped comfort zone

Yet inside, she’d often

bitch moan and groan
~~~

Over time she…

Over-decorated her little room

With too much brick-a-brat

Familiar clutter…

A little of this, A lot of that

Obstructing her windows

Covering her floors…

Obscuring her vision

Blocking her doors…

Taking her breath!!

Out of control!!

Killing her softly…

Draining her soul…
~~~

Until one day she was brave enough to…

Release the shutters!

Open the doors!

Roll out the carpet!

Explore other floors!

Bask in the sunshine!

Laugh in the rain!

Experience the world

Through both joy and pain!
~~~

She began exploring her many mansions and…

Seek new adventures!

Become experimental!

Redecorating her once limited mind…

With knowledge and boundless potential!

~Written by CordieB.

In my Father’s house are many mansions ~ The Bible, John 14:2

Inspired by the Naked Soul.  Thanks Mark!

Love, Fear and Enlightenment ~CordieB.

She gazed upon his deep brown eyes
Glaized with love and fear; confused yet wise
she knew he loved her desperately . . . .
he could not risk her flying free

She knew she loved him through all fate
with him she’d found her mirrored mate
but with his love came blind control
Though undeliberate, such control shackled her soul

She knew her love was full and true
but there were other things she also knew . . .
she knew she could not be contained
into the life for which he’d planned

She knew he had insecurities
that would never allow her to simply be
he’d always possess the fear of flight
of her souring endlessly into the night

But since her love was true and tried
she eased his fears; stayed by his side
dealt with his subtle controls of will
convinced his way was better still

In time she lost desire to feel . . .

the warmth of the glowing sun
the coolness of the rain upon
her gentle being which she’d dreamed of
she’d traded peace of mind for love . . .

but still the longing in her eyes
revealed a tale of silent cries
this only hightend his insecurites
gave way to anger; raged immaturities
he’d often, confused, demand her to leave
but she’d hold to her sweet reprieve . . .

then one blessed day so crystal clear
the god’s of earth’s great atmosphere
gave strength to follow the raged command
thus she left the home of her beloved man
which she had humorously dubbed the promise land

though she knew his words were those of fear
the god’s gave her insight true and clear
that though her love was tried and true
living that life again; she she could not do

she needed the ability to shed her tears
to speak or write her words without the fears
of disillusioned, often drunken anger
for which she feared might trigger danger

But still her love so pure remained
Yet her peace of mind was hence regained
she knew she really loved this man
but feared rejection and anger once again . . .

She bathed in sweet tranquilities
she felt she finally could breath
she missed his presense even so . . .
Yet there was a stranger she had to get to know

She needed to get to know herself
not live her life for someone else
she needed to live her own desires
find out what really sparked her fires

Again, her love was tried and true
but being alone was something she needed to do
she’d always ran from man to man
if one doesn’t work out; another one can
was often her motto for many years
so in fact she had never faced her inner fears
thus she found herself crying the same sad tears

She felt if she simply returned for love
the same problems would arise in time thereof
for although she loved him beyond compare
she knew she’d lost a part of self somewhere . . .

Ah yes! she loved him desperately
and felt there love was meant to be
but with raw emotions and fear intertwined
she risked loosing his love to find her mind

To be continued. . . .

~By CordieB

Art - Everybody Needs Love ~CordieB.

Say you wake up in the morning…

feeling so empty inside

I bet i got just what you’ve been looking for baby,

you need someone like me by your side…

i know you’ve been hurt before

but don’t be afraid to try love once more…

…cause without love by your side,

you’re only half alive,

because everybody needs love… everybody needs love…

Now I really don’t know who wrote those lyrics, but, ain’t that all we all really need for true happiness; but we do so many things to avoid being hurt. Aren’t we all afraid to try love once more. But, when I think about it, life is really about love. The sooner we realize it, the sooner we might began to truly live.

Allow love to saturate your being today, people. Don’t be afraid. You really don’t know what tomorrow brings…and yesterday is dead and gone. Cast aside all anger, resentment, heartaches, and fears. Living a moment in love is well worth the risk of tomorrow or the pain of the past; and actually the most happiest way I can really imagine ever living. Live for the love you have today. Don’t let anyone or anything deny you of your right to love. Don’t let time, people, or circumstance steal your joy!!! Give and accept love to the fullest of your very being starting this moment and every moment hereafter!!!!

Don’t wake up another morning, feeling so empty inside; especially when you truly have a choice. Just do it!!! Live your passion!!!

Peace, Light and Love, CordieB

I can spread like wild fires

From one to another

I’m highly contagious

Among family, sisters and brothers

I spread oblivious, at times paralyzing dread

Among unwitting lovers

Many fall so easily for me

Instead of falling for love

Leaving their souls in disharmony

minds and bodies devoid of

natural defenses; protection thereof

If one soul is infected

I can spread to the mass

I have no preference or penchant

to any race, creed or class

I multiply and mutate

With a mere, whispered suggestion

I frequently blow up to pandemonium..

becoming wide-spread infection

I can began as a simple idea

Quickly manifesting into reality

a mere negative thought passed on

is how I’m always first conceived

Deceptive; I am never what I appear

I am the root of all evil,

I am the spirit of fear…

Written by CordieB.

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Fellow blogger, phaelosopher, so clearly reminds us in his recent artlce, “A Matter of Choice, The Power of Fear or Love on Swine Flu .. that…

Love lifts the spirits, and with the lifting of the spirit comes an increase in life force energy within our entire being. These are not simply flowery woo woo proclamations.

Placing ourselves in a loving attitude has a calming, harmonizing effect on our cell physiology. It also increases circulation and has a structuring effect on the water that flows within the body, and the organizing effect on the energy field that flows around, and extends beyond it. This produces and enhances a field around us that ultimately influences what happens to us — what we actually experience — from one moment to the next.  More…

The Emerging - CordieB

She walks this earth inside her mind

Her fear of love has made her blind

She wears a smile with distant gleam

But all is well, or so it seems

She spat at love eternally

And swears this is the way to be

This is one thing she feels she can control

Yet there’s a hollow in her soul

for which she can’t quite fill the void

Thus, She walks though life quite paranoid

That there is something in her being

That’s lying dormant; unforeseen

An imagined evil just on the surface

For which she cleverly keeps in place

By a trillion thoughts of self reduction

Repetitive thoughts; causing obstruction

Of true desire for what can make her feel

worthy of love, of life, of zeal . . .

So long these thoughts have tricked her mind

She scantly remembers there being a time

When she knew how to live outside of self

When she felt deserving of being blessed

She thought she could live this way forever

But the universe willed her to discover

The backwards spelling of the dormant evil

The love she stubbornly won’t allow to spill

She fears the pain she may evoke

That take her breath; make her choke

That pains her more than anything else

Since her mind’s convinced her she can’t help herself

So she wears soft shoes that hurt her feet

As a constant reminder of past retreats

She has not learned the power of self forgiveness

For she’s convinced she deserves no blessing

So love resides in remission; deeply submerged

For years in dormant; yet soon to be emerged

Love is pushing its way from inside out

Though she’s quite  successful at keeping Love out

Each time she feels Love peeking around

She changes directions to ensure she can’t be found

Yet, God has other plans for this child, disguised as woman

LOVE WILL crawl from the hidden place she’s tucked Love in…

–Written by CordieB

P.S.  If you think I wrote this for you. . . I did

When I was a girl

I would sit and listen to my auntees

and other older woman talk

about having to marry men they did not love

and how they eventually "learned to love."

I thought that was about the saddest

thing that anyone could ever do;

to marry someone and have to "learn to love"

was, in my opinion, the most sadistic,

most saddest, existence I could imagine . . .

until I grew up and I married

a knight in shining armour . . .

who turned out to be

a nightmare in shining armour . . .

and I began to . . .

"Learn to Hate"

~Written by CordieB

P.S.  This is in the past. . . We divorced years ago. . .

For information on Domestic Violence, visit TallT’s Blog .  She, painfully, yet bravely, tells her story and reaches out to anyone who may be living in this sad and dangerous situation.  She is a trooper who also was able to bravely walk   run away and awaken from a nightmare in shining armour.

Afro American Girl literally by ~madhatter-asylum on deviant ART

As I was going to see Saint I’s

I met a woman by big surprise!

Who shocked me when I realized

That she was not as saintly as she’d surmised

As I was going to see Saint I’s

I met a woman who’d cheated and lied

Who’d broken many promises in life . . .

and caused hearts to break; causing toil and strife

As I was going to see Saint I’s

I met a broken-hearted woman with blackened eyes

Who’d allowed destructive relationships to take its toll

On her body; her mind; damn near her soul!

As I was going to see Saint I’s

I met a woman with many nights of cries

Though many were brought upon herself . . .

she often blamed Saint Someone Else

As I was going to see Saint I’s

I soon become to realize

how Saint I’s choices help prophesize

her destiny and life’s Karmic reprise

As I was going to see Saint I’s

I begin to forgive past and future hurts and lies

I forgave Saint I’s for her saintly disguise

To Saints lack and fear, I gladly said my goodbyes

As I finally arrived to see Saint I’s

I met Saints Love , Forgiveness , Courage, Truth and Wise

Five beautiful spirits; in motion; yet spiritually still

These saints introduced me to Saint "Free Will "

As I was getting to better know Saint I’s

I became increasingly mesmerized by her changed demise

Forgiveness of self and others helped her to arrive and arise

Courage and Truth began to replace those fears and lies

Love began to clear up those bloodshot eyes . . .

In time Saint I’s lost her Saintly hood

Life started flowing like God intended it should

Her cup ran over with a cloudy, yet rainbowed sky

Thus, she dropped the Saint and became simply I

Love, Hatred, Courage, Fear, Truth and Lies . . . .

How many were going to see Saint I’s?

~Written by I (CordieB)

I am the tallest, darkest shadow to fall upon the hearts of men;
I have caused enormous calamity, failure and sin;
With me in a heart, humans seldom ever win.

Such a cold, dark, shallow shadow am I;
I bring on fears and tears, causing humans to sigh, asking why?

I’ve destroyed countless relationships, successes and faith;
I’m quite subtle, yet very strong is my wrath;
All minds and hearts will inevitably at times see me in their path.

All humans encounter me, some more than another;
You see, insecurity is my sister and worry is my brother;
My father is fear; suspicion, my mother.
I embrace souls at night like a new found lover. 
If you are not carefull, I will suffocate you under my dark, thick cover.

Like a blanket of dread, I cover my prey;
To release yourself of my wrath, you must kneel down and pray;
Stay thankful and hopeful, live day by day.  

I’ve had many second-guessing what’s wrong from right.
I cause anxiousness, apprehensiveness,
and can make hearts uptight;
But my shadow is very easily overcome by the family of light . . .

For the bright light of hope, faith, and love shine so bright
And they bring courage, security and trust to join in the fight;
Such illuminosity, clarity, and brilliance is their light,
It will cause my dark, deep shadow to fade and disappear straight into the night!

Who am I?      (click below for answer)

I am the Shadow of Doubt

Written by:  CordieB.

“Last week I probably slept an average of two hours a night,” Ledger told The New York Times (in November). “I couldn’t stop thinking. My body was exhausted, and my mind was still going.” He said he took two Ambien pills, which only worked for an hour. 

The big drug addiction problem facing America, according to  statistics, lies not in the crack houses and shooting galleries of the inner cities, but in the doctor’s offices to which millions of Americans go in search of relief for their emotional and psychological pain.

People use prescription drugs to relieve various emotional problems, such as anger, stress, anxiety, boredom or depression. Others take these drugs to boost their self-confidence.  People may also use drugs to help them forget about or cope with traumatic life events or situations or to relieve the symptoms of severe psychiatric illness. 

According to the Center’s for Disease Control, poisoning from prescription drugs has risen to become the second-largest cause of unintentional deaths in the United States, (behind only automobile accidents) .

Most people take medicines only for the reasons their doctors prescribe them. But an estimated 20 percent of people in the United States have used prescription drugs for nonmedical reasons.  Some people take more than what is prescribed to get “high.”   Others combine the drugs to get an even more euphoric effect.  All of these usages lead to prescription drug abuse. 

Potential Warning Signs

• Feeling the need to cut down on your use of prescription drugs?
• Feeling annoyed by remarks your friends or loved ones make about your use of prescription drugs?
• Feeling guilty or remorseful about your use of prescription drugs?
• Using prescription drugs as a way to “get going” or to “calm down?”

Answering yes to one or more of these questions could indicate there is a problem.

Drug abuse and all self-abuse is caused by intense fear and self-centeredness. The solution is usually much simpler than therapeutic methods.   In most instances, the solution to fear and selfishness are faith and service to others.  Living a life based on these two basic principles will relieve addiction and help one to achieve permanent sobriety, and a healthy, happy life.

If you are experiencing anxiety, depression, addiction, or any other fears, and you would like to try a spiritual approach on your own, and FREE, I suggest visiting http://www.cyberrecovery.net/forums/  Also, you may personally email me, cordieb@msn.com, and I will gladly provide spiritual guidace to help you through your fears.

Peace, Light, and Love to you and Yours,

CordieB

Sources
Centers for Disease Control. Mobidity and Mortality Weekly Report. February 9, 2007 / 56(05);93-96.
Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration Office of Applied Studies. Results from the 2005 National Survey on Drug Use and Health: national findings. 2006.
Judy Wellsworth, http://www.ezinearticles.com