“Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.” – Mark Twain
As a modern poet and writer, I consider myself to be a product of the world that we live in. Sex, swearing, drugs, and violence. Not in that order. Don’t forget the universe, higher-self, kindness, and gratitude.
Recently in a podcast, I was asked the question, what originally gave me the inspiration to write and post my work. I answered with “to help people”. I stand by that firmly. Everyone talks about providing value to their audience. Along with a few other buzzwords but they are absolutely correct. I wanted to provide whoever read my writing with value; advice, motivation, resonance or something that makes them think and shake them into action, about their own emotions.
If you’re unfamiliar with the type of poetry that I write, it’s usually about the universe, wellness, health, love, sex, and romance. They are my fields of “expertise” or what I have lived through, up until the current stage in my life.
I write and I write often, usually, my writing contains swearing or “offensive language”. Offensive to some but accepted to most. A fuck here, a shit there, and I use it to express myself because it’s how I talk. It’s actually how the world talks.
I’m not hiding behind a veil of falsehood, where we don’t swear to communicate with one another or I consider it massively impolite to curse in the company of other people. I’m not using swearing as a tool to peacock or grab anyone’s attention. Swearing has become an integral part of communication for almost every generation on the planet and it’s also a part of who I am.
Recently I’ve been criticized about swearing in writing, or to be more precise, swearing in my poetry. As someone that has been writing unconventional poetry for a few years, I was dumbfounded by such a remark; that profanity has no place in poetry. It’s an expressive art form that conveys a message. Providing that the message is clear and resonates with its audience, the method of communication and delivery should be irrelevant.
Some people romanticize words and believe that by adding profanity to poetry, it really desensitizes its impact on the mind and heart. I use the word fuck, in place of making love and sometimes, I don’t always see the two as mutually exclusive. Poetry can be reflective of the day and age that we live in and that notion is resonating with a lot of audiences. That’s why a lot of “Insta-poets” are doing incredibly well with reaching the masses with their work. Examples such as Rupi Kaur, Atticus and on the more risque side like mine, Michael Faudet.
Poetry is indeed an art form and it’s also a method of communication. Akin to copywriting, reaching someone’s heart and mind with alliterations, rhymes and a nominal amount of words is a skill in itself. That’s why the most effective method should be used as possible.
Don’t be afraid to swear and curse to express who you are. Don’t fear society’s perception of you because they value poetry to be a certain way. If you have a message—convey that message how you want to. If it reaches your audience and it resonates, then great and if it doesn’t, then that’s okay too. It wasn’t for them.
My dad migrated to the United Kingdom in the 60’s, from a large family in Kenya with 5 brothers and a sister. His father (my gramps), was a military man, fought in WWII for the British, and a devout Sikh. They made the move together to England in hope of a better life. My mum was from a smaller family with only 2 siblings and left India at a young age.
My parents had an arranged marriage, which seems to be relatively unheard of nowadays. Prior to their arranged marriage, they came to England with all sorts of high hopes, pipedreams, wacky ideas and ambitions.
They lived a humble lifestyle and I’d hear stories of them all piled into a house in England. It reminds me that the struggle was very real. Every day was early rises, late finishes, it was acceptable to have a low standard of living and racism was at a high.
I’m a Millennial, an 80’s baby that came into this world in August 1986. The lastborn of my house, after my brother and then my two sisters.
I have learned numerous things in my life. Some of those skills have been honed and crafted with my own conviction and desire to be good at them. My parents are very open about spirituality and allowed a great deal of free thought in our upbringing and that’s something I will always be grateful for. But, what about social skills, etiquette, and life skills? Well, my parents didn’t teach me any of those important factors for life.
Taking a Compliment
I was never taught how to take a compliment. How exactly does one take a compliment? Do you gracefully say thank you and go about your business? I guess that would be the conventional way to address it.
My parents have always had a defensive reaction to compliments, that stems from a feeling of self-doubt and unworthiness. As a child and teenager, I inherited this disposition, I would naturally feel self-doubt. When people would pay me compliments, I wouldn’t know which way to look or how to respond.
Not being able to take a compliment may seem like a minor issue, however, the root cause of the problem was that I didn’t feel worthy of receiving it. Why wasn’t I good enough to appreciate someone saying nice things to me?
For the last few years, I have been making a transition to accept myself and my traits more. Accept yourself, for everything you’re good at, accept the shadows that lurk inside of you and realign with your belief system.
You’re different from everyone else. Dave Grohl said it best, “No one is you and that is your power”. Everyone on this entire planet is unique, whether we like to believe it or not.
Trust in yourself and you’ll be able to accept and trust others. Compliment everyone. Tell your friends, your family and even strangers about how great they look, tell them about the lovely qualities that they possess. Don’t hold back for the sake of holding it all back.
How to Apologize
My parents really struggle to apologize to anyone. They can’t apologize to one another or to their children. This trait has been passed down a generation to their children who have now adopted the same characteristic.
If we have had an argument or pissed each other off, no one really makes the first move to say sorry. It’s pretty frustrating but this is the system that’s in place.
When someone apologizes they have acknowledged that they’ve done something wrong. Unless of course, you’re English, like me and we tend to apologize for just about anything.
To teach this idea to children, to apologize, if they have genuinely done something wrong is a quality that the majority of parents should teach.
When I see the way my nieces and nephews are raised, they’re taught to apologize to each other, until it has been ingrained into their core beliefs. This raises their level of empathy, emotional intelligence and their ability to introspectively consider the consequences of their actions.
Feeling remorse and apologizing for my actions is something that I’ve had to develop in later life. With every action, there is a consequence, regardless of whether it’s a positive or negative reaction, there is an outcome for my action.
To develop a level of trust, there needs to be communication between both parties. Whether it’s in your relationships, friendships or even between businesses and their customers. The trust has to be there.
Managing money and learning how to budget is an invaluable life skill that should be taught to children from a young age. If parents aren’t able to teach their children this, then schools should have a curriculum focussed on teaching children how to manage their finances.
In a western society, that’s completely riddled with debt, an essential skill for any human to “adult”, is the ability to budget, save and manage their expenses.
My dad has always had an irrational fear of money, which led to him feeling undeserving of it. He has owned a successful construction company since the dawn of time and yet, he didn’t teach me anything about how to run a business or take control of my finances. I have had to slowly develop these skills myself through a substantial amount of trial and error.
The same world sees house prices exponentially increasing, as every year goes by. There was never an urgency to teach me or my siblings about mortgages, unsecured and secured debt, inflation or how to get on the property ladder.
It sounds a bit like “boo-hoo, poor me”, but these are life skills that need to be factored into a child’s upbringing to prepare them for the world. How can someone traverse the world, without knowing the ins and outs of what people consider to be the most valuable commodity on this planet? After all, cash is King.
The cookie cutter mold that baby boomers adopted in their lives doesn’t really apply to Millennials nowadays. The common ideology to be successful in life was to go to school, get a university degree, get a “respectable” job, get married and have children. In that order. We live in a completely different time now and we need to be more creative about getting fulfillment in our lives.
Despite my parents not being able to teach me crucial life skills, I’m able to take an important lesson away from that. I know exactly what to teach my children and the people around me, with what I’ve learned so far.
First of all, I’m not writing this in an attempt to convince you to become a vegetarian, vegan or anything else that you don’t want to be. This probably isn’t going to make you enjoy meat any less and enjoy a plant-based diet more. This is my own personal experience with becoming a Lacto-Ovo vegetarian. I still eat products with eggs in and I still eat cheese (yes, I love pizza). However, my mindset has been tweaked and shifted to appreciate a diet that involves more vegetables, grains, and legumes, that I have found more beneficial.
From a young child to a fully grown, adult man, I had been eating meat and fish in one form or another. Every now and again, I’ve given up red meat, just to see the effects on my body but I’d never taken the plunge to give it up entirely. I grew up in a family that was “spiritual” and always dipped in and out of vegetarianism and I was curious to see if I could ever give it up for a while.
As someone who started to get a little fluffy around the edges in 2011 – 2012, I decided to start a Ketogenic diet. I was eating meat once or twice a day, pairing this with a copious amount of cardio and I was rapidly dropping fat. It actually wasn’t the best health choice for me, my face didn’t look particularly healthy, I rarely smiled and I had wilder mood swings than Ben Stiller’s character in Dodgeball.
In 2017, I started to slowly phase meat out of my diet. I kind of just looked at the animal on my plate and thought, is that really benefiting my health? My taste for meat and fish slowly started to deteriorate and every time I would eat an animal, I would just be like, nope. Nope. Nope.
I ate fish and chips in January 2018 (I’m British, so). This was the last time that I consumed any animals. Even though my meal was delicious, something in me just decided that I really couldn’t condone eating an animal for two reasons:
It’s a shitty health choice.
Why do animals need to die, so that I can eat?
I’m an all-or-nothing kind of person, so when I have my mind committed to doing something, I’m going to give it my all. So, I just stopped eating it. If you’re considering quitting meat and/or fish, then you’ll hear actionable advice, like, start to cut things out in stages but if you want to do it, then the only thing stopping you from doing it is your own mind and possibly your tastebuds.
Top of the Food Chain
Eating, or not eating meat is a choice, or at least, it should be. Dr. Melanie Joy refers to the psychology of eating meat as “carnism”, a belief system that has conditioned society to consume certain animals. After researching for over a decade, she deduced that eating meat is ingrained in society and we’re unable to distinguish that eating it is not a human necessity. The ideology of carnism invisibly influences the majority of people and perpetuates the idea that animals and animal products are normal, natural and necessary.
Over 56 billion farmed animals are slaughtered every year just so people can eat them. It wasn’t exactly like I had developed a conscience overnight but I did consider to myself, was there any real need for me to sustain my life by consuming an animal that used to have its own life.
What made me better than the animals that I was eating?
Why did I deserve to live and they didn’t?
Why are certain animals given moral privileges over others?
Why is it the sole purpose of those animals to be grown, just so they could be killed and fed to me?
The choices that we make stem from our core beliefs. Society believes that household pets deserve more love, respect, and care than chickens, cows, pigs, and lambs. If you break that down and align it with your moral compass, it’s pretty fucked up. I don’t need a cow to survive, I would eat that cow purely out of taste and I wouldn’t throw my dead dog on the barbeque, making sure to brush marinade on him, while he cooks.
I have gained answers to these questions over time and they’ve given me a sense of clarity with my belief system and my diet.
One thing that I noticed when first making the transition to a vegetarian diet is that my portion size doubled. I was eating more. I wanted to feel fuller and that went hand-in-hand with eating a shit load more carbohydrates. I was eating pasta, rice, bread and everything else that I could and shovel into my mouth. But it’s cool because no animals were harmed, right? The transition also led me to eat a lot more veggies that I integrated with my carbs and yeah, it often led to a carb coma. Actually, it still leads to carb comas.
Back when I was on a keto diet, I was under the impression that carbs were the root of all evil and I should avoid eating them because they’ll make me fat. Like I previously mentioned, I was eating meat and I wasn’t looking very healthy.
Anyway, I must be boring the absolute shit out of you, so what did I learn after a good 6 months of not eating meat?
I learned that my body is not dependant on eating meat or fish. I wasn’t eating animals as a dietary requirement, I wasn’t eating animals to supplement my body for a lack of protein or nutrients. I was eating meat as an addiction, for the enjoyment of eating it.
Not eating any animals, has taught me to appreciate the vast lifeforms of this planet more. From the small insects in my garden to the cows that populate fields. An animal is a living, breathing user on this planet with its own journey. It’s unfair to take that life for our own pleasure.
This isn’t a sales pitch or a call to action telling you to be more considerate to animals or to stop eating meat, even though you think you need it. I’m not asking you buy my 30-day vegan plan or green powder supplement. I’m simply asking you to introspectively consider:
Why do you need meat?
What effect does it have on you and the world around you?
Ultimately, life is consistently hurling lessons at us. We’re always moving up in levels and this is how I, personally kicked it up a notch. I feel healthier and stronger in mind, body, and soul. I have more drive to consider what I’m consuming and how I’m consuming it.
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So I went to Reykjavik from 8th – 11th December 2017, for a friend’s birthday to slowly but surely freeze to death. I prepared for it well but it was still colder than a witch’s tit. I was also expecting some spectacular sights from everyone else recommending some of the most popular tourist sights that it has to offer.
Preparing yourself for Reykjavik
My suitcase is partially packed, I’m showered and my hair is soaking wet. I eventually fall asleep at around 2.30am, my phone vibrates right next to me. It wakes me and it’s my friend telling me he’s outside waiting for me so we can go to the airport. Disorientated and absolutely frothing with disarray, I scramble as I realise that I have overslept and slept through my alarm. I curse to myself, some kind of sleepy profanity as I try and get myself together. In a rush, I throw the remaining items into my.. mostly packed suitcase and rush out the door. I’m tired, groggy, discombobulated and feeling like an absolute mess. On the way to another friend’s house, I realise that I’ve forgotten my glasses, my phone charger and a few other bits and pieces. About to go to one of the most breathtaking countries in the world and forget my glasses, awesome. Just awesome.
The drive to the airport went quickly, and the flight also went incredibly fast. Lacking in sleep and getting a little anxious as the plane got closer and closer to Iceland, I decided to have a wine. Not like it was 9am or anything. I expected the weather to be -6 degrees Celcius there. But, I was totally prepared for how cold it was going to be… I think. I definitely packed accordingly, long johns were definitely essential.
The plane lands and I check my back pocket for my gloves, of course, I’ve lost a damn glove (good job I packed a spare pair.) so I guess I’d have to suffice with just one pair of gloves, for now.
After landing in the airport, I walk straight past the most marvelous Storm (X-men) mural on the wall, I mean.. it was cool as fuck. I could tell as Iceland was going to be a cool place (literally) after seeing that.
Thingvellir National Park
After collecting our rental car from the carpark (which looked like an ice cube by the way) we got in and headed to our first destination. We couldn’t get into the apartment for a few hours, so we decided to check out some of the Golden Circle first and take in the sights. Daylight was limited for the time of year in Iceland and we only had a few hours left.
The first stop was Thingvellir National Park. We parked the car and of course, I took a huge sip of wine to prepare myself for the cold. Exiting the car was like drowning in a sea of torment and despair and I thought, well it’ll be okay, we should get used to the weather and well, we didn’t. I had no thermals on the first day as my base layer. Big Mistake.
Seeing the views of the frozen landscape made up for the subzero temperatures though. I mean, forgetting my glasses wasn’t the best idea but I know beauty when I can see it. The views were absolutely amazing. My beard was starting to freeze over while I looked at views like this.
Daylight was running out, we only had a couple of hours of daylight left, so we decided to head to Geysir to see the hot springs. When we got to the carpark at Geysir, I grabbed a fleece from my travel case and had it on under my jacket. The hot springs were pretty fucking cool and looked amazing. It would have been ideal if we’d have come here when it was slightly lighter out, so we could really take it in. Amongst the rocky terrain on the floor, there were streams of water running through that looked cool, we’d have to jump over a few stones in the streams to get across to a different side of the hot springs.
Geysir was pretty cool. They had a restaurant here, a cafe and a few shops. There’s a women’s clothing store called Geysir and it was full of cool women’s clothes for Winter (no pun intended.) I picked up a few pairs of different coloured knee-high socks for bae to do her Yoga in.
After visiting Geysir, we headed back towards Reykjavik and to the apartment. As the sun was setting, some of the views were really lovely. I mean, I literally came on this trip just to see the views and they were worth it so far.
The next day I was abruptly woken up with a blinding hangover, running again on just a couple of hours of sleep. We had to wake up as early as possible so that we could catch as much daylight as we could. We were going to head back towards Geysir because we didn’t get to catch Gullfoss. A frozen waterfall, fresh air and an enormous canyon. Yeah, count me the fuck in.
In the passenger seat, I was navigating our way there with my trusty friend – Google Maps. This also gave me an opportunity to take in some of the landscape and get some pictures and videos. There wasn’t a place on Earth that I’d been to that looked like this. It looked phenomenal. It was around 11am and the sun had been rising pretty slowly. It was like the ice planet of Hoth but with beautiful rosé champagne pink skies and rocky terrain, covered with fluffy snow. The morning’s sunrise was dreamy, that all I can say about it, it was dreamy. I could write poetry about this shit. Oh wait, I do.
We made it to Gullfoss and I think I was beginning to climatise. It was definitely freezing cold but I wasn’t feeling it as much. The air was crisp and full of vigour. There was a certain clarity to being up there. I’m next to a motherfucking frozen waterfall and my hand is frozen while taking pictures and videos because I took my glove off to do so. If I must have my hand amputated then it’s totally worth it.
We started making our way back past Geysir and headed towards a volcanic crater called Kerið. The volcanic crater freezes over during the winter months and I wasn’t really sure what to expect from it. We parked the car in the car park and walked over towards the crater. We had a good view of the crater from the top and from where we were, we could see people below standing on the frozen ice that covers the top of it. There was a treacherous path down the side that seemed a little frozen over and quite slippy but we thought, we if die, we die. We were about half-way down and decided to snap a couple of pictures of the gorgeous view. It’s hard to believe that the thing we’re standing next to is a volcano and it’s frozen over. Out of all of the places we had visited so far, it was this place that I felt a strong connection to and I felt an enormous amount of energy pouring out of this place. There were definitely some good vibes here.
We headed towards the Blue Lagoon, a geothermal hot spring, which was apparently “very touristy.” But I wasn’t about to get butt ass naked after recovering from a respiratory infection. On the way into the Blue Lagoon, we noticed this formation of rocks outside which looked pretty ace.
I didn’t go into the Blue Lagoon but stayed in their restaurant area and had sushi and wine, while I waited for my friends.
It was starting to get colder and I was running on fumes, we had another night of drinking ahead and it was Saturday night, so it was going to be a big night of drinking. So much drinking.
I hadn’t had any greens for a whole day, so we had to stop off at a store and grab a lot of fresh greens and coconut milk to make a smoothie. The plants were going to help me power through the night ahead while every other fucker in the apartment was taking a nap. The spinach, kale, celery, avocado and coconut milk infusion was hulk green and delightful to the palate.
After getting in about 5am and waking up around 10am, it was Sunday. Today was going to be a chilling day and we fucking needed it. After sampling Iceland’s signature drink “Opel” (which tastes like mouthwash on steroids by the way), it’s pretty safe to say I won’t be drinking that ever again. That shit is fucked up.
I made scrambled eggs for everyone in the morning, while I drank the remainder of the green smoothie. We decided to take a short hike up a mountain on our chilling day.
We were heading towards Mount Esja and as we got closer towards it, it looked fucking huge. We parked the car and walked up a hiking trail at a place called Mógilsá. There were a few different routes that can be taken up the mountain, I’m pretty sure we chose the most dangerous because… hangover.
We saw some more sublime views from Iceland. Unfortunately, we came to an impasse and the pathway was starting to get a bit more dangerous. We couldn’t get any further without proper hiking equipment.
After reaching a point where we couldn’t get any further, it seemed a little pointless trying to break our necks. We decided to head to Reykjavik and find somewhere to eat in the main part of it.
We passed the iconic Hallgrimskirkja Cathedral on our way to the main part of Reykjavik, to find a place to eat and have a little browse around the shops. It was pretty quiet around and everything was lit up with lights. It was very unique and pretty.
We found a cute, little restaurant called Solon Bistro Bar that had food and wine. I felt these were two crucial factors in the decision making process when finding somewhere to eat.
Being the most British, I opted for Fish and Chips. It was served with fries, salad and tartar sauce. Over the past year, I’ve been cutting down on my intake of meat and had eaten it less and less. Everyone else was opting for burgers and one of my friends went for “Whale and Chips” which just screamed all kinds of wrong at me.
I was pleasantly surprised by how good the fish and chips were. The Haddock was fluffy and cooked well with a crispy breadcrumb coating. The tartar sauce was tangy and had a delicious sharp aftertaste. Paired with a Cabernet Sauvignon, this meal was going down quite well.
We needed sugar after a salty meal like that and we all opted for the Hot Lava Cake. A soft, spongy chocolate cake that’s filled with chocolate ganache, serviced with pistachio ice cream, decorated with white chocolate, strawberries and blueberries. The fruit was a bit of a random addition to it, however, the cake was beautiful. It gave every tastebud an orgasm.
After dinner, we headed towards some of the shops as we hadn’t really explored many of them while we were there. There were mainly clothing stores and touristy gift shops. We were hoping to see the Northern Lights on the last day of being there but solar activity was quite low all the time we were there, despite having fantastic visibility. It kinda sucked to have gone to Iceland and not got a chance to see the Aurora Borealis, the Universe was just toying with me again. *rolls eyes*
We had a quiet night in and watched a movie for the last night. It seems quiet on a Sunday, I imagine people didn’t really do much on Sundays.
The next morning we were up early, as the flight was around 11.30am. We headed towards Reykjavik Airport. I picked up a couple of bars Icelandic because the packaging looked so good.
Iceland was a lovely place to visit. Despite the cold weather, it was some absolutely gorgeous views and it was well worth the trip. It’s a shame we didn’t get to see the Aurora Borealis but maybe I’ll be lucky enough to catch it on a return trip to Iceland, or perhaps a trip to Norway. It’s also a shame we didn’t get to visit Vatnajökull, a glacier and the largest ice cap in Iceland. It’s meant to be quite a sight and I’d have loved to have visited it, however, it was a 6-hour drive there from Reykjavik.
The best advice I’ve ever gotten about going to Iceland is to layer up to keep yourself warm. I would wear a base layer of thermals, a good thick mid layer, like a fleece and a waterproof, fleece-lined jacket over the top. Hats, gloves and thermal socks are also essentials.
Be prepared to spend money in Iceland as it’s quite expensive, fortunately, I’d already read all about how expensive things are and mentally prepared myself. The majority of things there almost triple the price of things in England. Renting a car gives you a huge advantage, relying on public transport when you’re freezing your ass off in the middle of nowhere is a big no.
All-in-all, a fantastic experience, that I’d highly recommend to anyone looking for a good adventure.
“Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it as someone else; you are the one who gets burned”– Buddha
Anger is the kind of thing that sits inside of us. It sits there and waits and feeds off of your energy and your emotions. You get so pissed off at things and it just becomes counter-productive and lose your focus on what the real issue is. Whether you’re the kind of person that gets angry easily or the kind of person that allows the anger to build up and fester inside of you.
You can use that anger, it’s a tool. You can focus all of that anger into working for you, instead of you working for it. When you articulate the anger and turn the negative energy into positive energy you have a means of eliminating it altogether. Your anger can be put into a container, whether that’s drawing, painting, singing or dancing. Your energy can be infused into something. Creation can come from the most beautiful destruction and when we break we can also make.
Personally, I love to write and paint (not at the same time tho.) I love to meditate too but I find my mind wanders too much a little when I’m angry or upset and stillness of the mind is something I’m still trying to master. Anyhoo, I like to feel accomplished when I feel anger over something, so when I write, I pour my soul into my words and when I paint, I like to have something beautiful to look at. I like to feel like wow, I did that and I find that all of that pent-up energy that I had been accumulating has been dispersed into something that I have crafted.
I find that there’s a close link between food and spirituality and I love to cook when I’m pissed off. When cooking I always try to think positive thoughts so that the energy of positivity is transferred into the food. Usually, I’m cooking for others, as well as myself, so I’d like to share as much love as I can into other people too. It’s nice to feel a sense of happiness and a huge weight being lifted off of you when you create something that is enjoyed by other people.
Don’t manage your anger, eliminate it by articulating it. This world is filled with people who allow anger to fester inside themselves, causing them more harm than good. Anger doesn’t deserve to be managed, it should be eliminated from the body. Find a container or activity that helps you pour your heart, soul and frustration into and transform it into something positive.
“The link between nutrition and spirituality is a thing. Nourishing your body with high vibrational foods and plenty of water will have a positive effect on your soul. The more pollutants you disrupt your chi circuits with, the more blockages you will build up. You want the chi to run smoothly and openly and that will be beneficial to every aspect of your being.” – noopface
Food, like everything else in the world or in the entire cosmos, is all living energy. The food you eat has a vibration and that vibration enters your body when you eat it. I eat relatively healthily, I have a green smoothie every day, with kale, spinach, celery and almond milk (sometimes I add avocado and banana.) Greens are considered as high vibrational foods, these foods aid in raising your vibration. We’re all beings on this planet trying to attain a higher consciousness and an elevated level of being.
Meats are considered as low vibrational foods, an animal endures an enormous amount of suffering when its life is being taken. Then you ingest the animal and along with the animal you ingest all of the pain and agony along with it.
I like to cook, a lot. I often cook for other people and I like to recite a mantra, deep within my consciousness, so that the food that I’m cooking is filled with positive energy. I have a particular word that I recite “Satnam” and this means “true vibration” in Sanskrit. Whether you believe in God or you simply call God something else, like the Universe. Satnam is a word referring to that, a calling to the Universe.
In a busy modern-day setting, we’re thinking about a million things at once while we’re cooking. We’re thinking about our work deadlines, the things we have to do, looking after our children or the girl’s ass that we saw at the gym. When you make food for yourself or others. Try thinking just positive things, positive thoughts. The light that radiates out of you should transmute straight into the food that you’re going to eat. Try to turn your cooking process into a meditation and you’ll notice a huge difference in your mood and your life.