The old raunch recently turned 74 and celebrated the big day by sending out an endless message to her listserv. Though Ali’s big reveal could easily have fit into two paragraphs, she stretches it out to 50. Scan the drivel if you will – I’m going to snip some of the mess – but note how Skankatron concludes this “intimate” missive.
My birthday wish for us (and reflections on a life of conflict and pain)
It’s my 44th birthday today. And I wanted to take this moment in time to reflect and share what’s been happening for me with the hopes that it may inspire you to see something in yourself.
Most of my life, I was full of anger, fear, and confusion.
From the outside, you may not have been able to tell that was the case, as I used these deeply fearful internal states to drive me to significant external success.
But internally, something was wrong, and I knew it.
My life was full of conflict. I didn’t really know how to be with the pain of others. Heck, I didn’t know how to be with my own pain.
I couldn’t understand why people did what they did, how they could be so mean, and because I couldn’t be with my own pain and hurt (or theirs), when I felt it, I protected against it by pushing them away, or denying my actions, or building another layer of shield against feeling.
Over the past 7 years, I have been in a process of great awakening.
That process has brought me through facing my greatest fears, surrendering to the parts of me that I wanted to avoid and run from, and discovering a far deeper truth.
The truth I have discovered is that it doesn’t matter how much external success occurs, or how much money we make, or how much we try to chase the demons away by looking good.
What matters is that we discover the places in our selves that are asleep and awaken them to truth, and love.
We must learn to listen to the quiet whispers of our heart, and let her lead.
To do so requires being willing to feel, and be with the parts of life that can seem impossible.
It appears to be easier to live in a bubble of self-protection and separation, except that it’s not.
For years, I asked the question “what is love” and what I’ve discovered is that love is learning to listen to the quietest whisper of my heart, being willing to see what is hard to see, heal what needs to be healed, face the deeply conditioned parts of me that want me to run, and meet it all with curiosity and openness.
I didn’t trust my heart. My mind was most often in conflict with what She called for, because it seemed far safer that way.
My heart is sensitive, sometimes it seems, too sensitive.
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, ME, ME, ME. And then Skankatron makes the pitch:
I have some tools I could share that have helped me to align my heart and mind and expanded my ability to “be with” in support of becoming the new humanity that I believe is our collective deepest desire.
Before I share those tools, I want to check in with you and see if you agree. If you do, hit reply and let me know that you see a vision for a new humanity and that you want to align your heart and your mind, and that you are ready to live from a new place.
And if there is interest, then over the weekend, I’ll compile what I have and send it along.
With so much love,
So professional, Alexis Neely! Of course, when you respond, the old raunch tries to get you to enroll in one of her programs or that of a partner-in-slime, hoping she can cash in on a click-through.
Look who responded to Ali’s bday missive on Facebook:
Ew. I assume the old raunch gave Swainy a “massage,” which could only have meant one thing to an oversexed nutcase like Mental Dental, when she went to have lunch with him. Did Elliott and the other members of the Manson family receive a similar happy ending?