The nudity of the star? Yes. The star has shed all except Self and Other. The snake, its skin shedded. The snake, its skin not missed, For, look at all the pretty and wonderfully vulnerable colors refreshed. Phoenix! Phoenix yourself! The star needs no veils.

~ Me (c) 2020 Jordan Hoggard

Strip Yourself of Salvation

Years ago now, I made shame and guilt walk the plank. No arrrggg, Matey. No pirate push. Just nodded to them to go of their own useless accord as they simply had to go.

Why?

Well, at 23 the child became the parent of the adult. That didn’t loose my parents from me, nor my Mentor~Tormentors. They simply applied for citizenship within. And, on that day, my parents did not become colleagues. On that day, they became friends. Parents aren’t there to be your friend. They are there, to be your parents. Much like your friendly, neighborhood Psychologist. Parents and Psychologists = Self-Phoenix-Makers.

You see, at 42, across the Ebenezer Transit (credit Eric Pride, Consulting Astrologer) — Transiting Neptune crosses Natal Neptune. At that point in life, across the steps in the journey across the place of that time, it happened again. Phoenix. I molted again. The snake, my skin shedded. Was again the snake, my skin not missed. No pretty colors, though, that time. Time for terror, huh? Why? All reasons are unreasonable when it comes to the life of living symbols and times in life. For, who are your really answering to?

Who Are You Answering To?

So, as it went. Terror. It’s not, and wasn’t sadist. That’s just what transpired and has brought forth my whole life to this point to birth the current inspiration of..

Strip Yourself of Salvation

There’s no need to forgive. Ever. Sure, I forgive, and here’s about how it goes. Remember, I am a gardener, and on occasion, a Soul Gardener. I do not trim weeds with scissors. I remove them lie a Shaman exits terrors from your psyche. First, out by the roots to the trash, and also the guilt-by-association ground that was converted around them. Then, amend the soil. Pour not alluvium, Pout ablution-soil in. Pat softly. Water it in. Add some more like a comforting blanket for good measure.

Then, pause. Breathe as you kneel there thankful. Thankful for the opportunity you took to face that little terror called a weed, a psychic weed. Sometimes, it only take a good finger thump to upset their controlling orbit, and a subtle-nudge-second-push to jettison them out to the nearest black hole. That’s my kind of psychological delegation. It is connected to Nature, and the Universe. Nods to that. Big, Abrazos nods to that.

Shame? Guilt?

Rid yourself of both. Rid yourself of shame. Rid yourself of guilt. Are you a criminal? If so, stop reading here. If not, feel free to continue.

Your body? It’s been said to invest in yourself as it lasts a lifetime. I think Warren Buffet said that. I’d put a dollar on that he ripped that from Aristotle or Julia Morgan. More probably, it was Joan Didion.

I have lost touch with several people I used to be.

~ Joan Didion

So, your body? Invest in yourself? It lasts a lifetime? Yup, Yup, and some more Yup. You’ve gotta live with yourself for the rest of your life. So, why make yourself miserable? Others can do that plenty easily. Unless, of course… you discover the Property Management Company inside that assigns plats and metes and bound called property line… psychologically known as boundaries.

Shed

Shed shame. Then, guilt might soon follow like the ball and chain to shame it codependently is.

The Nudity of the Star

Ther nudity of the star? Yup. The star needs no veils. Neither do you. Fetishes? Bullshit. Fetishes are a fiction just like breath is prayer enough. Lovers love what they love, together and by themselves, together. People like what they like. Period.

Do you like what you like? If yes, then cool. Can you own that? No need to tell the world. Just tell yourself. And, telling yourself often requires the amount of words that should be on the books creating laws about womens’ bodies. It’s also the same number as the laws on the book about mens’ bodies. What is that number? ZERO.

Zero

Zero is the number of salvations you need. Shed worry and anxiety. How? What are you really afraid of? Do you now even remember anything other than that the media teaches you tp stay afraid?

If you do not read the newspaper each morning, you are uninformed. If you do read the newspaper each morning, then you are misinformed, daily. ~ Mark Twain

So, what are you really afraid of? Are you afraid that if you listen to me, make shame walk the plank, then you’ll have nothing? Good. That’s a wonderful start. Odds are, though, you have much more than you know. Odds are, you have much golden splendor within just waiting to flow up and fill the cracks and fault lines, self-created or otherwise… to fill them with the connections and wisdom born of experience rather than motion-limiting scars that are owned by the internal property management company called Shame & Guilt, LLC. Ever notice the limited liability of an LLC? Seems a bit tentative and weak to me. Incorporate. Or, don’t. Can you incorporate YOURSELF into your life more. Can you just incorporate yourself into your life outright over time?

Strip Yourself of Salvation

Strip yourself of the need for salvation. And, for all of you out there in toxic relationships out there, I share my empathy and sympathy with you ONLY if you remove yourself from there without harming yourself or causing more harm to you. If you don’t, that’s yours. Hopefully, that will piss you off enough to say FUCK YOU JORDAN which at least pressurizes you enough to turn to your Tormentor and with just a look scare the piss out of them. The 1st step to address a predator is to not be their food.

Apologies?

Forgiveness? Apologies? Sure. I do not care about what you say you are going to do. I care about what you do. At the end of time, at eternity, if you remember, then remind me. If you haven’t done that again to any other person since then, then I will entertain accepting your apology. Oh, wait. It’s eternity. Time’s up. Then, at that point? Yup. Then, I’ll revisit my decision. Until then, though, you must go, and you must go now.

You See

You see? Strip yourself of the need for salvation. Because, who is it really through all these years who has consistently saved you? Not who helped you. Not who assisted you. Don’t forget them, though wasn’t it ultimately, and hasn’t it been, and isn’t it right now YOU that are the only one saving yourself? Cool. Emancipation is a word. You deserve more. I found that once shame an guilt walked the plank, it was only a matter of 3 years until I was able to connect with people deeply… and, not lose myself in the process… because they would hold a cupped hand and lift me up when I fell… so I could keep supporting myself and stay pressurized… on my own… better… with them.

Strip Yourself of Salvation. Salvation’s a Con Job

Worried about going to Hell? Ha! Don’t be. It’s run by an androgyne fallen Seraphim who still lives in his Pop’s basement. I find personal hells to be far more terrifying. Not an adrenaline sport, though I’ll take mine over that abstraction any time. I’d rather make Besties with my own Beasties. At least I can count on the management to listen if they are in the incorporated company called Myself. Worst case scenario of being ignored? Every single morning in the mirror when I am brushing my chompers.

Oh, One Last Thing

If You’re Lonely When You Are by Yourself,

Then You Are Not in Good Company.

If That’s the Case, Simply Own It, and… guess what? It’s Yours. You don’t need to ask permission to change yourself, not even to yourself.

How Can You Make Your Life the

BEST LIFE YOU CAN… TODAY?!!

I Suggest… Don’t Save Yourself

I Suggest… Live Yourself

Connect Deeply Just the Way You Do

10 Bucks Says You ROCK!

(C) 2021 Jordan Hoggard