Madam Monkeyfoot is a multi-dimensional gatekeeper. She started out what I thought was a fictional character but in the Eye of the Machine series but has decided she has the juice to have a life of her own. So she refers to me as The Vessel; so that naming me will not limit my expansion and also to understand many entities will look through my eyes and merge with me.
Remember this…the Eye is on. This is Madam Monkeyfoot downloading again into your reality. Ah, the vehicle has been on another head trip and driving himself off the road. He lets too many opinions take over the steering wheel. It is imperative one becomes one’s own authority.
I remember the first time I looked up from the pages of his writing I was thinking, “This child is still missing the boat. He has let too many people play the captain of his ship so I caught his attention when he was on a mental field trip through memories. Every voice in your head is not necessarily you. He had a moment when he emptied his mind; and the Madam slipped in. At first he thought, “Oh this is just another character vying for attention.”
I came in as a character but I am much more. So I am fiction and then I am reality. His imagination has given me many forms and I played many roles in his writing. Now, Madam Monkeyfoot has her own stage so to speak. And I have some stories, some commentaries. I am light that is in human form.
Depending on my mood and how many cocktails, The Vessel has had, will depend on my style of chit chat. I like calling him The Vessel so he will learn that many forms of consciousness will be riding through him, looking through his eyes, experiencing him creation.
And speaking of rides, The Vessel just let someone else take him for a long ride down a dark road and his face is all twisted out of shape again and he’s dragging it around like a worn out security blanket.
Sometimes ugly comes into your life because you are sleep walking. A few hard knocks from life and most people start running from it. Don’t judge it, embrace it and use it as a lesson. Life is about lesson. And waiting to be rescued, will only keep you going in circles.
Have you noticed sometimes your friends repeat the same drama over and over again like a broken record? They don’t want to understand the lesson and blame it on someone else; or wait for someone else to fix their life. No one is fixing your life but you.
The Vessel has struggled with this. He fixes his life, than he breaks it down again because of self-pity, issues of self worth. You have been conditioned to act like you’re less than the next person. You are beings whose consciousness knows no boundary except those you have created for yourself and have allowed others to fence you in.
Thinking outside the boundaries has been scary for some; delightful for others. Where you travel is based on what you take with you.
If you move in fear, than your journey inwards and outwards are based in fear. Fear is like a parasite. You have made it an unwelcome guest. Ugly is perception and a tool to manipulate. There is beauty in the dark places; and some things that are light are not so pretty when you turn down their light.
You are not the face you are wearing but you judge others by their face. When you learn to read the heart, you will find ugly is perceptions, wants and judgments which you have externalize. It is easier to make someone ugly so you don’t have to look inside yourself and turn the light on in those dark rooms you occupy and play out perverse lives, destructive lives; you have made death a belief system that keeps you locked into recycling existence.
Snap out of it!
“Your face looks like a taffy pull,” Madam Monkeyfoot said.
“The new potential boyfriend just cracked my face. He said he wasn’t attracted to me.”
“Who would be if you’re making your face into a door mat? Why do you think love is out side you? Sex and love ain’t the same thing child. You think because some man gets you all hot and sweaty that he is the end of your story. When morning comes and you’re sober, you know the man ain’t right but you still try to fit him into a shoebox so you can feel good about yourself. No one can make you feel as good as you can and I’m not talking masturbation. You have made sex into a recreational sport where there is a winner and a loser.”
“I thought he liked me. We laugh. We really connect.”
“Child, please! You were hunting the meat! You were for a score; a fifteen second high. You are only connecting to the heat. When was the last time you smiled without a particular reason? When was the last time you had a conversation with a man without mentally undressing him? When was the last time you love the solitude and was in love with your self? When was the last time you danced naked in front of the mirror and love the person you were at that moment? Sex is not going to fix you but break you down more and more because you think feeling good for those few moments will make you feel like you all that and a bag of chips. You feel like shit afterwards because parts of you are still longing. Sex and love are not on the same page.
“Everyone wants someone to be attracted to them.”
“And I would like a better outfit than the one you put me in mentally. But I make what I have work; you understand. You have what you have because you decided these you’re your challenges in this life; these are your lessons. So do you want to be a plantation slut? As long as you think you need a man; you only get one lesson after another. You need to be looking in that mirror and tell yourself, I am love!!!!! So, the next time you are in heat and it’s a full moon, turn down the hunger between your thighs and focus on balancing your energies and connecting to the Earth. Many people want to tip and dip in the swimming hole but few every really want to get wet. Tune into the Earth and you will get what you want.”
“It’s always easy to comment from the other side.”
“There are no sides, we are everywhere. You will understand soon enough. Besides like attracts; so evidently, there is something about you that is not right or you wouldn’t be bringing this sort of guy into your life. You think a man will rescue you so you will settle for anything with three legs that come along. That’s an alley woman’s mentality and you’re better than that. So get your face out the mud, live from the heart and stop attracting parasites. You will attract someone who will hear the song of your heart and not the length of the dick.”
“We’re a size oriented society.”
“I had men that had as much as the snap of the finger and they used their imagination. Stop limiting potential. Get out of the shoebox mentality. Live and stop playing with the dead. Every time you live your life like you did yesterday, you are stuck, you are stagnant, you are boring and you are just another zombie in a low budget movie. I say go for the spotlight. Be the star and not just an audience member wishing they had that life of their favorite character.
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