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suf-lives-rent-free · 3 years

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Negativity in the SU/F Fandom

I feel like the best way to begin my cringe vent blog is to drive away as many people who would take issue with my opinions as possible, so way too long meta/fandom post let’s go.

Something I became increasingly aware of when I started to look into the Steven Universe community online several years ago was the sheer amount of negativity within the fandom.

What I saw included fans frustrated with long hiatuses and complaining about ‘filler’ townie episodes, desperate to get back to action-y space stuff, when – if you look at it – that wasn’t really the show’s focus, especially after Season 1A.

I saw people selecting freeze-frames and isolated shots of characters and spewing conspiracies about how the show had either had its budget cut or the board artists were bad/being lazy for going ‘off-model’.

I saw homophobes trying to downplay the explicitly queer elements – to the point of ‘gals pals’-ing Ruby and Sapphire, who at the time were seen by a lot of people as pushing the envelope with regard to visible queer rep in kids’ media.

Later in the show’s run, I saw people obsessively insisting that the crew were fascist apologizers, when the real problem was that they themselves had misread the Diamonds as allegorical fascists, and were angry at them being treated as complex characters with some sympathetic traits, rather than as evil obstacles to be knocked down and destroyed.

And by now everybody and their grandma knows about the video. Y’know. That one.

A lot of people seemed to be utterly, unreasonably enraged at the show just because it had the audacity to exist.

The term ‘toxic’ – like ‘problematic’ – is overused online to the point that its meaning has been kind of diluted, but think that calling this type of all-encompassing negativity ‘toxic’ is accurate.

Looking at the fandom after the original show ended, it seems like a lot of these people – SU Crits – lost their steam and vanished off to go bother people in other fandoms. Personally speaking, I saw a lot less of this kind of mindless bashing of SU in the lead-up to the Movie and during/after Future airing.

However, the impression these people made lingers on.

I think it’s fair to say that Steven Universe Future – particularly its second half – is divisive. A lot of people did not like the direction that it took. Full disclosure, I am one of those people.

I’m not going to pretend there wasn’t some of the toxic SU-critical mindset going around, but of all of the people I knew who disliked Future, none of them were like that. They had reasonable takes, and listened to and engaged with opinions that were contrary to theirs. Often, they avoided being ‘too’ negative to spare others’ feelings. I myself have avoided being publicly critical of Future specifically because I’m afraid of alienating or hurting people who like it.

What I’m trying to say here is that while the level of toxic negativity in the SU fandom tapered off around the Movie and Future, the response to that negativity remained. To me, it feels like a lot of the people who loved the original show and were active in the fandom while it was airing – who had experienced the worst of the SU Crit trolling – have become so used to engaging with criticisms made in bad faith that any and all negativity directed towards the show feels like an attack.

I’ve seen people who screencap smear frames and point out funny proportions/facial expressions – not to accuse the artists and animators of laziness, but just to say ‘ha, this frame is funny!’ – get condescended to and told they don’t know how animation works.

I’ve seen gatekeeping; people being told that they just ‘don’t get it’ or have a right to comment on the show’s portrayal of mental illness because they’ve never experienced it themselves (which is... a hell of a thing to assume about a stranger on the internet).

And I have been told explicitly in private circles that my opinion about the show – its characters and themes – was not wanted unless it was positive.

Essentially, what I’ve seen since Future’s second half began to air, and in the several months since it ended, is people who have any issue at all with the show having their opinions equated to those of the SU Crits, and being lumped in with them.

People who love the show are so used to having to defend it at literally every turn that they shut down and disregard any and all negativity. I sympathise with that because I was there too and it does suck to have something you like picked apart and bashed, but it’s also gone way too far in the other direction.

It is my opinion that this stifling ‘all positivity all the time, no negativity allowed’ atmosphere is why the SU fandom has dwindled away so quickly; people like me, who feel they cannot express genuine opinions about (let’s remind ourselves) a fucking cartoon made for children without being shunned by people they consider friends, have largely decided that the best - and easiest - thing to do is keep quiet and dip out.

If, in the first couple months after Future ended, you noticed a lot of people who had been very intensely into SU just stop talking about it and hopping over to She-Ra or Owl House or whatever else, well… I honestly believe that might be the reason why.

I wanted to get all of this off of my chest because these thoughts have been rattling around my brain for months now, and I’m kind of sick of not talking openly about it.

The amount of toxic negativity people had to deal with during the run of this show was nothing normal. A lot of it was motivated by misogyny, homophobia and a basic misunderstanding of what the story of the show was meant to be about. There is no getting away from that.

However, that does not mean that any and all criticism of the show comes from that same, malicious place. Some of us really loved it, but just disliked the direction the epilogue series happened to take.

The derogation of any opinions that don’t amount to universal praise is, I would argue, just as toxic and damaging to the fandom as the people defaming the show and trolling fans who enjoyed it.

Not wanting to engage with negativity is fine, but don’t shun people for it. I’m not talking about the trolls here; I’m talking about other fans whose opinions aren’t as wholly positive as yours. Pushing us out and disregarding our opinions because you disagree is unacceptable.

Steven Universe is over. The fandom seems like it won’t last that much longer either, so it’s too late to do much about it now. So instead I want to ask that, in future fandoms you find yourself in... don’t do this.

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yukiwrites · 5 years

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Always Together, no Matter How Many Years Pass

Thank you for the support as always, @breeachuu! With this we end Nidra’s story, but someone else’s beginning...

Summary: Nidra and Henry slowly get used to raising their third child, Wolfram, realizing that the boy has fundamental differences from his siblings, Meliodas and Cynthia. Wolfie, as he’s called among his family, grows up in a loving and caring enviroment, never knowing the pain of loneliness.

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Even though it wasn't Nidra and Henry's first time being parents of small children, they felt a spark of excitement as they raised Wolfram. It wasn't their first time being parents, but it WAS their first time being parents of a child they knew nothing about.

In a sense, it was as though they had been spoiled by their own children's time-travelling adventures. They already knew what Meliodas and Cynthia liked to eat and what to do to make their younger counterparts stop crying -- leg bounces for Cyn and upsies for Meli -- but with Wolfram everything was a new experience; a new surprise.

Especially considering how physically different he turned out to be in comparison to his siblings: As a baby, he was not only smaller, but had been birthied after a human's normal term; also his ears weren't nearly as long and pointy as the others'. If Nidra were to make comparisons, Wolfram's ears resembled more of that foreign dragon shape-shifter named Kamui she had met once upon a time.

Worried as always, it took Nidra a few months to shake off the feeling that something might have been wrong with her youngest son. What if he had lacked nutrients while she was pregnant? What did she do differently during her pregnancy with him that she didn't do with the other two? Even though he showed absolutely no signs of being sickly or unhealthy at the slightest, Nidra still worried that she somehow had messed up on their first 'surprise' baby.

But all those worries were put to rest when it was time to give Wolfram his Naga's Bell bath.

This time, the entire family was present -- under the summer's night sky, the bright full moon shone down on the draconic family, illuminating the water in a silvery purple.

Meliodas held Cyn in his arms, gasping softly at how pretty his younger brother's scales would be once he started transforming. The little girl watched in awe with how the water glittered, pointing and gasping, making sure to not make any noise.

Cynthia held Meli over her lap as they sat on the grass beside their father, her eyes blurred with tears. She had watched her younger counterpart's bath back in the day as well, but she couldn't help but feel emotional any time it happened -- in her own, cursed time, Nidra didn't live long enough to give Cynthia her bath. Being there, witnessing not only her own but her little brother's bath made her choke a few sobs and squeeze Meli in her hug, turning the poor boy purple from lack of air.

Different from his siblings during their own baths, Wolfram stayed awake the whole time, his thin yet expressive eyes reflecting his entire family all around him, making him feel even safer inside the lukewarm water.

As per usual, Nidra sobbed as she and Henry bathed the young manakete, overjoyed to see that Naga's blessing still shone upon her child, despite all of her worries. Chuckling, Henry patted his wife's head as she rested it on his shoulder while she gave her prayer to Naga. He booped Wolfram's nose, a fatherly smile stuck on his face.

After a few moments, Henry took Nidra's hand as an indication to start packing up to head back inside. "Alrighty, let's go back!" He said chipperly, making his wife snort.

Still sobbing, Cynthia held onto her father's cloak. "C-can we all sleeb dobether donight?" She sniffled, her nose clogged.

"Oh, my darling girl," Nidra rushed to her daughter's side with a handkerchief, drying her tears. "Blow here."

Cynthia blew her nose as Meli patted his sister's shoulder, "don't cry, Big Sis..."

"Hehe, I-I'm fine, Meli- oof!" she stuttered before being tackled by Cyn, who quickly got misty eyed out of sympathy. "I just- I wanna... can we sleep on our nest tonight? Everyone together?"

The nest she referred to was a large, round spot inside their house, at the living room upstairs, that was full of mantles, blankets and pillows that Nidra had made a few years ago for the whole family to snuggle in. It was mostly used during winter since they couldn't come out to take a nap under their favored tree, so they all did it inside.

It was their most precious spot in the entire house. A place whence they could be entangled with their family, uncaring of anything that happened in the outside world. A protective, warm and safe space for their family only.

Nidra rested her forehead on her daughter's as Henry took Wolfram out of the water, wrapping him around the towel he had over his shoulder. "Oh, my darling," the mother kissed her little girl. "Of course we can."

"Wolfie's gonna stay in his crib just a bit out of reach, though," Henry bounced the baby up and down, "he's too small for this just yet. Don't wanna get him squished, nyahah!"

Cynthia and Nidra both sniffled. "Of c-course, Father." The young woman replied, grasping her Mother's hand. "T-thank you."

"Hush, there is no need for that." Nidra replied, lovingly.

Meliodas helped Henry clean up as Nidra and Cynthia carried the children inside, their tears mirrored on one another's. They shuffled upwards to their nest whence a small bouncing crib already awaited Wolfram, who only started to get sleepy after Henry carefully patted his back on their way up.

There was no set way for them to line themselves around the large nest -- usually Henry and Nidra stayed in the middle to hug their children, but that was no rule. That night, Nidra hugged Cynthia at the center, with a small Cyn squeezing her way between them, Meli latching onto his sister from behind. Laughing, Meliodas stayed behind Nidra as Henry lay beside his son, one hand peeking out of the nest to rock Wolfram's crib.

They prized their time together as a family more than anything.

Cynthia had wonderful, warm dreams that night, as she always did whenever they all shared their nest; as though their minds all joined together as one to propagate their love for each other.

As Wolfram – ‘Wolfie’ for the largest part of the family; ‘Ramy’ for both Cynthias -- grew, the more the family learned about their own bloodline.

After consulting with Naga through their mind links, Nidra finally realized that the reason for Wolfie to look so physically different from the rest of them was because he most likely had a much more diluted manakete blood than the others. He was more parts human than he was dragon, so to say.

The phenomenon that made that knowledge click inside Nidra was the time she first let him touch her dragonstone, once he was a bit older than five or so. Barely did he touch the thing, silver and purple scales took over his limbs, as large, transparent wings grew out of his back alongside tall horns from his forehead.

A partial transformation!

Quickly did Nidra take the stone away from the boy, scared that the full power of its large core could make his dragon half overpower the human one. Confused but most certainly excited, Wolfie grinned. "Do it again, Mommy! The wings! So big!"

Nervous, but not about to let that transpire to her son, Nidra patted him on the head. "Not right now, hm, Wolfie? Mother promises you will have your own dragonstone someday soon."

"Awwww, not even one more time?" He pouted, looking at her from below. Doing that assured him a 93% chance of getting whatever he wanted from his Biggest Sister Cynthia and a 68% chance from his Biggest Brother Meliodas, but it was anyone's guess whenever it would work on his Mother or Father.

Knowing her son all too well, Nidra patted his head with more strength, making him look down. "Soon, I said." She squinted, though her smile betrayed her attempt at a serious expression.

"Heehee, okay! I'll go tell Cyn and Meli what happened!" He giggled, diving into a hug before running towards the forest. Nidra took it upon herself to search for a dragonstone with a core smaller than usual -- if Wolfram's dragon half was smaller than his human counterpart, he needn't carry a stone with a large core.

A few weeks after that event, the stone Nidra had asked Nah to bring from Mila's tree had arrived. The time-travelling manakete had been going back and forth from the Temple atop the tree to Ylisse so as to train under The Voice of Naga for her own never-ending future. She always made sure to return after a few years or so to check on how everyone was doing; to commit to her memory so she could pass it all down one day. It was during one of these trips that she brought the stone Nidra had prayed to Naga for.

It was unprecedented, you see, for mixed-blood manaketes to exist. Meliodas, Cynthia and Nah had been the first ones in all of their people's existence, so it was natural that someone with even thinner manakete blood would be born one day. Modern solutions for modern problems, as Naga had told Nah one day, making the young woman groan and laugh.

Regardless of how the stone was obtained, Wolfram received it with joy and excitement.

"You must promise not to overuse it, however. I will not hesitate to take it from you should I notice you've been transforming too much." Nidra warned, pointing right in the middle of his nose, before handing it to him.

"Okay, okay!" He giggled. He grew more and more into Henry every day, though the way he expressed his emotions was fundamentally different than his father's. Even though people always saw Henry smiling, it never felt truly real -- at least not before he had married Nidra.

But Wolfram? His smile glowed like the sunshine, charming all of those around him, his parents most of all, of course.

"Trans-form!" The young boy struck a pose as he concentrated his consciousness unto the small stone, his entire body growing hotter by the second.

As before, wings grew from his back as did the horns over his forehead. His limbs shone with his scales as a small tail protruded itself from his spine.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Cynthia yelled from behind, coming back from work at the exact moment her brother transformed. "What IS THIS? THIS IS SO COOL!! He has WINGS! A TAIL! NOT QUITE A DRAGON BUT RETAINING HIS HUMAN FORM!!"

"Isn't it, Big Sis?!" He struck the pose she taught him just the previous week, making her hop on her spot and imitate it.

Putting one hand over her chest, Nidra almost fell over from surprise -- she had sensed her daughter coming back, yes, but that shout was enough to surprise even the dead out of their tombs.

"We're. Gonna. Be. THE. BEST. TEAM. EVER!!" She picked her little brother up, throwing him into the air. "You're gonna be so cool with your wings like that over your mount! You'll be able to SWOOSH, jump out midair while you attack and still FLY AT THE SAME TIME AS YOUR MOUNT- this is SO COOL, I wanna do this too!!"

Hearing the commotion outside, Henry peeked his head from a window. "And here I thought to keep the kids busy while you showed Wolfie the ropes." He laughed at the scene as Meli and Cyn got on their toes to watch.

Cyn shouted much like her older sister, pointing and hopping on her spot before grabbing her dragonstone and quite literally flying out of the window. "RAMY!!" She tackled both Cynthia and Wolfram into the ground in her young dragon form. "So cool!"

Meli took his index to his lips for a split of second, envying his siblings before he, too, took his stone and flew out of the window, joining them as they started running around in circles. "I'm gonna be the one to teach him how to fly!!"

"Noooo, it's gotta be me!" Cynthia lifted her stone overhead, ready to transform herself.

"Cynthia, wait-" Nidra tried to stop a full dragon to stomp around their backyard, but it was too late -- Cynthia's wingspan brushed over the roof, breaking a few spots before she picked Wolfie up and jumped towards the hill. The calamity the wind from her beating her wings left made Nidra dig her head into her hands, though she laughed it off right after.

Infected by his Nidra's laughter, Meliodas and Henry both left the house to help her up on her feet. "I'm the one who's the flying teacher here, though!" The oldest son pouted. "Will you be alright on your own, Mother? I fear that if I do not step in soon, Cynthia will snatch my position!" He hesitated, wanting to go but not wanting to leave all tidying up to his parents.

"Please take care not to hurt Wolfie -- his wings are large but they're surely too weak to support his weight for now." Nidra said in a serious tone, though the smile remained over her lips.

"Will do!" Meliodas winked before jumping into his transformation, flying towards the hill to join his siblings.

Henry caressed his wife's back, pulling her to his chest as they observed the heart-warming (though terrifying for anyone other than themselves) scene of four dragons playing-fighting over who would be the teacher.

"We really hit the jackpot with 'em, huh?" He gurgled a laugh, slowly wrapping both arms around his wife.

Nidra closed her eyes to enjoy her husband's warmth. "Indeed. The same can be said for me -- towards you, my love."

"Aww, now you're embarrassing me!" He laughed, slightly lifting his wife from the ground and spinning her.

The years passed them by slowly -- or rather, the family walked through the years as the children grew up. Soon it was already the second decade anniversary of Nidra's and Henry's marriage, a few months before Wolfie turned ten years old.

Wanting to share that moment with her beloved friend Robin, Nidra and her draconic family once again made use of their reserved rooms in the castle. It was a most auspicious time, as well -- Luci had just turned of age and started assuming more and more responsibilities within the Halidom.

"Children grow up so fast," Nidra mused under her teacup as she and Robin sat by their favored balcony, watching over the little ones from above. If she closed her eyes and focused, she'd be able to hear what every single one of them was doing -- Cynthia gave Cyn and Wolfie a tour around the stables to help them choose their mounts as both Melis, Morgans and Lucinas conversed at a round table under the gazebo.

Queen Robin leaned on the backrest, smiling peacefully. "Indeed they do. And now they're taking my work away from me, can you believe it? I'm a Queen who has too much time on her hands."

"You taught them well, my dear friend." Nidra giggled, reaching for her friend's hand. "They are ready to brave the world, and they've got you and Chrom to thank."

"Don't give yourself so little credit, Nidra. You did no shortage of help, as well. Thank you for being such a constant in their lives ever since they were too young to understand."

Nidra shook her head. "It was my pleasure, Robin. And I would do it a thousand times over; as I will."

Robin's smile grew as she held her friend's hand. "As you will."

They extended their stay at the castle for an entire week before agreeing to leave the day before a storm was predicted to pass over Ylisse. Missing their time together as a family, the seven of them didn't even need words to say that they would all spend the next few days sleeping in their nest, the confusion of limbs turning funnier with the passing of the years.

During the storm, Wolfie announced that he was going to bond himself with a wyvern instead of with a pegasus -- to everyone's but Cynthia's surprise. She had seen how his eyes gleamed once he saw the baby wyverns being taken care of at the royal stables and loudly expressed her joy.

"I made not only one but two siblings into riders, hah!!! Our bonds with our partners will never fade!" She pointed to her older brother as though they were betting on how many siblings they could turn to 'their side'.

Wolfram got up to mimic his sister's pose. "I'm gonna be really good at wielding lances and throwing magic around! Pew, pew!" He made a swooshing movement with his hands, making Henry throw his back in laughter.

"Finally a magic-oriented kid! I think I made this one alone, Ni-Ni!" He grabbed the young boy , disheveling his hair.

Nidra placed one hand over her cheek. "With each passing day I think the same, my dear husband."

Laughing and kicking due to his father's tickling, Wolfie grabbed whoever's clothes he could find to save him, but that only made Meli and Cyn join in, drowning the boy in tickles.

He was so happy being surrounded by his family, he failed to notice how ominous the crackling of thunder sounded from outside, foreboding something regarding his future.

Yet, the storm passed along with the years, the strange feeling never again scratching the back of his conscience -- until one day before his 15th birthday.

The pot he was using to grind a few herbs broke cleanly in two, making him tilt his head to the side. A second after, before he could even shrug to think about getting a new pot, he felt the warm string from his bond with Naga caress his cheek.

Speaking with Naga was commonplace within his family -- but somehow he had always heard her voice as though through a thick glass. Maybe it was because of his thin blood, so he never really pressed into the matter.

But it wasn't because of that.

It simply meant that it wasn't the time for him to hear her voice.

Now, however, he heard her clearly. He felt the grasp of her holy hand within his fingers, guiding him towards the hill, to look up to the sky in the direction of the Mila Tree.

All manaketes at the house felt the magnanimous presence in their house, quickly running back in to find their youngest wrapped in light. "Mother..." He said as though in a trance. "I think I heard my destiny's call."

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trishgibsontx · 6 years

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new venture, and general updates

photo by Weimin Wang

I chose the above photo by Weimin Wang as a metaphor for the last few months of my life. if I am the earth, in this photo, then the space around it is the Universe and the space in between is my experience of the contrast between the two.

my posts have been less frequent than ever since around April, as I was passing through yet another personal wormhole. I look at wormholes as portals of possibility that are indeed exciting, but that which we have to work VERY hard to shed certain layers of self (beliefs) in order to pass through successfully. wormholes present when we are at an impasse, and when we consciously and unconsciously want to expand. we consciously and unconsciously want to expand, when our energy and experience expands beyond our current reality and we hence become uncomfortable. some of us, instead of pushing ourselves to pass through a wormhole of opportunity, choose to complain and divert the opportunity (we have all done this at different times), only to create even greater contrast from within as it pertains to our potential, which inevitably becomes SUPER uncomfortable to the point where we either choose to expand, or get sick/suffer some “misfortune”. the thing is, we do not learn, by warm and fuzzy feelings, how to expand. we learn through discomfort. for me earlier this year (something that I felt burgeoning since last August and which I have written about many times in many different ways), it was the actual physical energy within my body that felt too big — too big for the way I was working, too big for my residence, and too big for my focus. when I say “too big”, I am referring to the fact that my higher self was poking and prodding me and pushing my life force out of me and around me to the point where it could not stop flowing. this is a good thing, and a difficult thing — because I felt physical (and psychological) pressure. and, we do not always know exactly what this means when it happens during the segue into a wormhole of expansion and change. in my earlier years, I would get very confused and feel like things were happening “to me”, or that I was being punished in some way. I would get wrapped up in the discomfort of the expansion of my energetic field (prodded by my higher self), and find ways to dilute that expansiveness instead of working WITH it to progress; for example maybe I would use that extra energy to go out all night and drink a ton of Jack — which would otherwise be fine, except for the fact that I was just unwittingly dumping my “extra” energy at that time that could have been used to move the dial an inch and progress with my hopes and dreams and desires. and I did this because I didn’t fully understand the nuances of the language of the Universe. over time, though, I learned. so when it began happening officially last August, and then LOUDLY earlier this year, I just kept listening and following my intuition each and every moment of every single day. and the message was clear in its overarching message to me: EXPAND. congruent with this message were other particulars that seemed to support that message, even though I could not figure out the exact “how” of this message in terms of actualizing and fulfilling it — particulars that were happening “to me” but really on my behalf to direct me such as: inflamed kidneys and other organs after working with someone beyond what my body and spirit wanted for me. now this was strange because I used to ALWAYS be able to “push myself” — or, I might say, sacrifice my life force for others. not anymore. I was now getting clear hits on my limitations, not just for my benefit, but for the benefit of the person who needed to learn things with their own effort and initiative versus overusing mine. other particulars included a deep longing to share my experiences with many more people. I’ve talked about this in other posts, but my biggest fear used to be being known by many. that fear is gone. I now feel safe, ready, and excited to allow what has been and is “available” to me — so-called “opportunity” — to pair with some of my passion. which leads me almost to my update…

as my energy was growing and taking me further out of one-on-one sessions (which were all-consuming — and I loved it that way — but the cycle of not having a life beyond work because that is the way I would work these sessions is over), I began to feel and remember the other part of my mission — the part that was very alive and well when I was a tiny child. it’s funny how we remember things when it is time. I believe that spirit creates a bit of amnesia, at least for me, when it wants us to be focused in a certain direction. then, when we have come full circle with that aspect of our journey, we are “reminded” of the old/new parts. I began to remember the passion that I had to connect with very large numbers of people, in a very positive and exciting way, so that they may gleam and benefit from whatever it was that I was sharing. when we share our inner passion, we not only remind people of their own, but we give them permission to connect to their own. in my one-on-one sessions this was the focus. and now the focus is the same but much broader. taking a very specific message of permission, so to speak, and making it mainstream and digestible, has been the billion dollar question of mine for some time. as I pondered on this notion for the past many months, I allowed myself to be open to partnerships or people who might be there to pour some gas on this maverick fire with me. over the years, I have been approached by many different people; when I first came out of the closet with my healing practice around 2011, I was offered a bunch of money by a big-time VC who funded the biggest hedge funds with billions of dollars. it didn’t feel right, and I felt I would be owned in some way, and so I allowed myself to go through tribulations of housing court and all kinds of disappointing experiences as I tried to put my feet on the ground with an unorthodox business (nothing I’ve done has ever come with a back-up plan or hand-out in tow, in case you didn’t already know that about me). over the years there were other “easy outs” that I feel were rooted more so in ego — being known simply for being known, or having the promise of financial security which somehow took away from the integrity of my work. since I already know what it’s like to be at the bottom, there has been nothing appealing about anything which does not feel extremely “right” — full of integrity, correct timing, and so on. I had to pass all kinds of tests in order to ripen ideas that would actually “work” — and by that I mean expand my work and its message in a responsible way. which brings me to the idea…

it’s always our “stupid ideas” that are the best ideas! we often write them off as stupid because no one else has tried to do them. well, that’s kind of the point when it comes to a successful venture! and as I have said many times, it is not only our talent but most importantly our VULNERABILITY that fuels a successful idea. and you can tell the difference between a “successful” person an “unsuccessful” person just by listening to them speak. for example in the context of this post, an unsuccessful person will talk mostly about other people; undermining their achievements, making excuses for their achievements, playing the victim in their own lack of success in life. a successful person in the context of this post is someone who will constantly question themselves, if what they are doing is right, but they will also not pause when an idea or opportunity comes their way (assuming it is the right one); instead they will leap and wait for the net to appear, with no insurance. you won’t hear anything come out of their mouth about the achievements of others, because they don’t have the energetic space for that. they are too busy being vulnerable. that’s why they are successful with their otherwise “stupid ideas”. they don’t live in luck, though others may see them that way, but they live in alignment with themSELVES where they are asking “do my thoughts = feelings = words = actions?” — the hallmark of a successful and vulnerable person. well I’ve kept my eyes open for this type of person for some time. someone who lives in accordance with their own internal compass. someone who makes themselves vulnerable. someone who has been successful in their own right because they are willing to take risks. someone who is focused upon themselves and their path, not the haves or have-nots of others. and as one of my “stupid ideas” (which I loved! but I will admit I found it stupid at first! yet I proceeded anyhow!) began to ripen in my core, alongside the phasing out of my traditional sessions, I began to feel this person by my side energetically. I knew it was time to share my “stupid idea” with this person one day, and the rest is history. we have organized a deal and we are now expanding and launching my stupid idea venture together. and it’s so fabulous!

I will post more on this launch as it becomes more of a solid and catches its own flame…I will be doing a bit of travel as we ignite it together this Summer! this is something I am comfortable sharing with the world, and I believe that the concept will go beyond where we thought possible. last Summer I began to go narrow (slowing down sessions) to go broad (allowing this expansive personal energy to percolate within me, and direct me — and no, it was not easy most of the time!!!); now, I will go broad…to also be able to go narrow again (I have so many passions around ways to help different groups of people while canvassing ALL demographics in notion and ultimately catering to those who need the most “permission” in life). I have spent the bulk of my life doing things only for other people, and I used to be afraid to have any fun at all — I felt guilty. I felt that if I was not sacrificing myself for someONE, then I was not living right. as that phase has passed, you will see me having a lot more fun. I will share more about my process and experience with my new venture. and it is in this space that I will be able to generate my ultimate desire in life — positive impacts and permission-giving to others. there are so many people we can help when we allow ourselves to shine brightly and embody our truth.

bottom line: I am so excited! stay tuned to my instagram for more frequent updates and photos as this beauty unfolds.

a note regarding sessions: please read my About section and read the pre req books. I am not really doing sessions right now, but that does not mean that I WON’T do sessions. it just has to be right. really, really right. you’ll know it and I’ll know it. follow my directions that are written throughout my blog many times. read the pre req books. and if it is really, really right, then it will work out some how and some way. if we have worked together in the past, please know that I love you so much. if you ever really need to book time with me, please leave a voicemail on the business line requesting time (not telling me what your issue is). emails with 20 or any paragraphs detailing problems that you want me to fix pro bono since we worked together years ago will not be answered. my friendly email disclaimer should cover most of what I’m saying here (my email has also changed and I am navigating switch-over). I hope this is a reasonable boundary, and if you have already done this and think I’m annoyed, I am not and it is ok! I love you all the same. in terms of other ways we can reconnect (which I am planning for and excited for!), I will host new events for The Healing Elaine® Movement which you are welcome and invited to be part of when they next happen, especially in the event we do not work together again!

from Trisha Gibson http://www.themedicalintuitiveblog.com/2018/06/23/new-venture-and-general-updates/

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