Your Grudge is Ruining You

“Not forgiving someone is like drinking poison expecting the other person to die” -unknown

People can be sh*tty. We all know that! Anyone who has been in public understands this. Anyone who has been involved in a relationship, ever, can agree. Your upset at your mother in law, because she made a remark about the cleanliness of your home, your sister commented about your midsection size in that dress, and your childhood best friend for stealing the love of your life. All these reasons are justified. However, it’s causing severe distress in your life.

Negativity directly affects universal energy

It’s dangerous to walk around with hate, grudges, and negative energy in your heart. When you walk in a room all that trash walks in with you. Some of us energy sensitive folks can smell you from a mile away! Each person you encounter is imprinted with that smudge from your ex-boyfriend. This smudge gives those people permission to pass on their negative energy. Ever stepped into the Department of Motor Vehicles on a busy Monday? YIKES! Share light not shadow!

Besides we all know the universal law that what you think about becomes. Like attracts like. You attract what you think about. I know what you’re saying, “If this is true. How come I haven’t won the lottery?” My response would be, “How many times have you thought about winning the lottery compared to if you will have enough money for your electric bill or how bad you need a new coffee pot or what an asshole your boss is? This is a post for another day, but to finish the thought how much action or energy to invest in the thought? The second part of believing is doing!

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You are poisoning yourself, not them

“Not forgiving someone is like drinking poison expecting the other person to die,” -unknown

You make yourself sick over thoughts about this person. You are drinking poison over and over. Each minute spent before bed plotting your revenge or imagining a scenario where you can tell them off the way you originally should have is compromising your health! That person can’t feel the anger you have for them. Only you can. Boiling toxic energy and rage inside to damage someone else is insane!

Set yourself free

We already know your internal pain is not hurting your nemesis. Break the obsession and grant yourself the freedom you deserve from it. Do not engage in the negative activity. Consider it universally handled. A non-reaction does not mean you chose to do nothing. It means you decided to reject the poison the contender has provided and remain in the positive state you naturally are. The best revenge is accompanied by kindness. The day you walk into work and are not bothered by your coworkers attempt to one up your efforts is the day you become Batman! Do not be a victim to circumstance. Don’t be someone whose mood swirls like the wind according to how everyone else woke up this morning. Control what you put in your heart and your whole life will change drastically! The vampires will not be interested in pushing your buttons, anymore. The Universe will award your efforts. Everyone will notice your powerful positive energy is untouchable and you will live happily ever after just crushing it at life!

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I get nowhere being big and scary. I have no power in force and punishment. I get no reward for time spent on a grudge. I am the only sufferer. It’s a weird vendetta between me and the hologram of my enemy. My target may hear 5 percent of how I feel but I hear it ALL. I take all that poison. They are unaware I wake up at 3 a.m. hating them. I do. My poison. They don’t know that tv show reminds me of them. I do. My poison.

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Freeing them will free you. You bless the whole situation by freeing them/yourself.
The barista at the Starbucks. I free her. My best friend’s father who never trusted me, I free him. No matter how stupid it sounds! Free the police officer that pulled you over even though others were going faster. Officer prick is free. Free your husband for not noticing your new hair cut…and not taking out the trash…and leaving the milk out…you get the idea.

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Free the people who have upset you, so you can be free! Your freedom is more valuable than keeping them prisoner. Do it for yourself. Take the opportunity to eliminate the baggage. There is no extra time to waste on sh*tty people. Besides, you have wonderful ideas to think up, traveling plans to make, and light to shine on this world! Focus on that!

Written By: Sarah Huffer

Death Doesn’t Go with the Décor: Reflection of Grief

After my Mother passed, my sisters and I sorted through her things. We picked from her collections from oldest to youngest, one piece at a time. The items we all wanted would be settled with a fair game of rock, papers, scissors. It was hard enough to get out of bed right now, even harder to divide her entire life belongings. Yet, here we were, in our mother’s house, but she wasn’t home.

I unloaded the boxes out of my trunk when I got home. And there she was, my mother. My mother was now an assortment of collectable and uncollectable items. She laid there in a coffee tin full of marbles and a ceramic smiling panda with a broken hand. If I looked hard enough around my mother’s house I would find that broken panda hand in a jewelry box or stationary kit.

I craved her.

I was addicted to my mother and not a fix was out there. I needed her. I needed her friendly face. I needed the unconditional love with that smile which validated everything was going to be okay. I needed tomato soup and grilled cheese. I needed the scent of Cover Girl make-up and Marlboro Lights mixed and somehow smelling beautiful when it radiated from her clothing. I needed to know that when everything in life goes wrong that at least I had Mom. My security in this world vanished. In exchange for my mother, the world gave me half a box of useless, random junk.

The trade was uneven. I accepted pennies over my $100 bill. The emptiness is unbelievable. It’s odd to feel your heartbeat and know its hollow all at the same time. I believe my mom was sacrificed for some big meaningful purpose. I can’t seem to find the rhyme or reason for it, though. Maybe we have all grown from missing her.

As long as I walk the world like I’ve been cheated, I lose.

Truth is, I wasn’t cheated. I was blessed by God himself. I had the best Mother in the world. I had her for twenty-eight wonderful and confusing years. I am brave. I am strong. I am happy. I won.

I placed the broken ceramic panda on a shelf in my house. It doesn’t go with my décor, but neither does my mother’s death. I love that stupid panda.

 

Written By: Sarah Huffer