I Don’t Owe You Anything

I told you the day you offered your space;
My place was the couch.
No, no you insisted I slept on the spare bed;
Not to dread, you were emotionally detached too.
What that meant for me was not what it meant for you.
You see, for me, that meant safety.
It meant a place I could be. Just be. Simply.
Boundaries were set, yet, not clear enough.
My head, not sure enough, of myself.
Lo and behold, you stole my dream and painted in black.
Cast a safety net…
Over my head and now I cannot breath;
But I cannot see a better way out of here.
Your voices justify my terrible sense to deny you.
Terrible, they say, when all I want is to walk away.
Without giving you a damn thing;
Because I let down my walls,
Only to be ashamed.

xoxox, the fallen goddess

Illustration by Nikki Valencia aka SoulBunni

Vegas Tribe’s 5th Anniversary Drum Circle

If you are in Las Vegas dreaming of a conscious community who supports each other, you’ve found Us…

What do you need? What do you desire? What can you give? Answer those key questions, and then make your way to a Vegas Tribe event. All you could ever hope for is found in all the beautiful souls who facilitate and inhibit these gatherings.

We live together, a group of us we call a Tribe
We thrive together, for in this space we cannot hide
We reflect each other, vibrations of Gold and White
We hear the others, with open ears and open minds
-Brianna Florian

Come young ones. Feel the love.
xoxox, Your Guardian Angels

 

MEDIA from A Day In The Life

 

Waking Up Lonely

Taken with the help of a ceiling fan – Brianna Florian

Could it have been the yogurt I ate before bed? Was it my dreams? Maybe I astral traveled to someone and their life disappointed me. How about the idea that it was the energy swirling around in the house that I am staying?

Plot twist: it is all of the above. Crazy right? Whatever meaning I come up with is Truth, until proven otherwise.

Once upon time, life was simple. There were no questions to be answered. I lived the “American Dream.” I failed. I cried, deep and hard. I recovered. Now, I am here. In the midst of what One might call a Black Hole…

Anyway, I got out of bed and I choose happy, productive thoughts. Younger Brianna would have dwelled on all these ideas of why I was feeling the way I was. I would have cut each question into a puzzle and hid the pieces around the house.

Not today!! I acknowledged the feeling and moved into a realm of thought in which I knew would motivate me to continue on my path.

xoxox, you are the creator

Fuck Off

Do not dare impose your limitations on me! I give NO fucks if I am singing in tone or if the only ‘dance move’ I know is how to shake my ass and bob my head.

I AM FLOWING! I’m releasing my fears. Passion is oozing from my bones and vocal cords.

Do you understand that? What is so deeply ingrained in you that you must interrupt my moment to inflict your opinions? Imagine this; I am a seven year old child in the midst of a performance that you abruptly stop, “your voice is terrible.”

WTF!? You just ruined my childhood. I may never sing again. If you wouldn’t do that to a child then why the fuck do you have the nerve to do that to me. Next person to stop my current is going to face The Beast.

xoxox, Babe In Total Charge of Herself

Cumming to Now

Could the typical human sex drive be keeping us from our full potential? In my experience, yes.

I have been praying for a man who understands love in the Now. It seems the majority of them chase the end. Boys, did you never learn the turtle wins the race? I am tired of the bunny rabbits.

“If you complain about this and say oh dear me it is all running out, that means, you see, that you are looking for fulfillment in time. And you say, if there is not enough future, we will not getting that Golden Goodie we are looking for. See, there’s that feeling. There’s the Great Golden Goodie. But, that flower, the Golden Goodie, isn’t at the end of the line; you’re in it.” – Alan Watts

You are in it… why push as hard as you can for an end goal? Live in the moment. Live in the vagina. Live in the vast energetic connection that is Now; not the cum at the end your race. The finish line will always move if you continue to chase it.

There is no end. Change our sex; change our lives.

xoxox, waiting for Prince Charming

Ode To The Confused

Dazzled by the wonders of this world. Engaged in every moment. Vicariously living every life. Somehow, lost in a liver pool of possibilities. The “ohhh, what ever shall I be?” When you spend energy looping what could be done. What are you doing? Nothing? Make a move; two or three. See. See what these ideas have in store for you. Try everything three times, in three different places, with three different mind sets. Good, neutral, bad. Can you do it? Can you feel all sides? Can you give it a try? Think about this, not one damn idea is permanent. You can leave anything you have begun. You steer the ship. You lay the pavement as you walk. If you have thought about doing it three times or more, in three different places, give it a go!!! Take the steps to make it! If you find yourself in limitations of why you cannot be where you would like to. Change course. Do something that fits where your life is now. Believe in magic. Believe there are possibilities beyond your own imagination. You can, and will, be whatever your heart desires. Choose wisely. Once your decision is made, look forward. Always look forward. Give it three times before you decide it is no longer for you. Most importantly, know your thoughts. Know the thoughts that make you feel gloom. Know the thoughts you are afraid of. Know the thoughts that bring joy. Know you control your reaction to the thoughts. Know you are on to something magnificent when a negative thought appears. Know you are being tested. If you want something that is beyond your current reach, you must work for it. You will be challenged. Show discipline in the fields you wish to thrive in. The Spirit Guides love discipline. Try not to be like me… ranting and raving in my mind about all the wonderful careers I could choose. Straining my brain imagining what steps must be taken for an outcome. I find myself looking at Step 23 when I am standing on Step 4. The process is where the fun comes out to play. The process will get you recognized. The process become the stories you tell your children. Take the steps, and know, you can always walk down and start up another staircase. Here is a little secret; occasionally the staircases intertwine…

xoxox, your guide through the haze