Sunday, July 7, 2024

Connecting The Dots


"One cannot connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So, you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something—your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down and has made all the difference in my life." ~Steve Jobs

I reviewed my royalty sales records at the weekend and realised I had worked as an official author and illustrator for six years.

Today, I've decided to focus on my books and my blog writing with intense clarity. I have been doing well in remaining consistent, but I realise my passion and consistency have not been up to par, and I should hone my craft more than ever. I've spent so many years wanting to have a beautiful home, my "Cottage of Belonging," to feel like I can write and do my best work, not realising I AM doing my best work now. I am very proud of myself regardless of what others would ever say. I am a New York Times best-selling author because I decided that several years ago. Let them call us delusional, for it's the delusional ones who change the world. Hell or high water, my spirit is determined. I have beat the odds; no more looking to the future of "then I'll be happy." I am resetting myself to remain firmly focused and aligned. My greatest passion and most profound love is my writing. It is how I make sense of the world. 

Most importantly, i must remain focused on my writing at all costs. Until a few days ago, the excuse was that because I am a Pisces constantly all over the place, that was acceptable, and I couldn't change it, but that is a silly ol' belief. I am changing that belief as it serves me not an ounce of value. Furthermore, many successful folks are Pisces. That's not to say it has ever been a bad thing. Still, after several days of hypnosis, I think my subconscious mind is guiding me to my most authentic self. At the heart of who I am, yes, an artist and many other things, but a writer is who I am at my core. My writing has never betrayed me. Letters and words have literally saved my life. Quite honestly, when Sawyer died, the first thing I did was write a little storybook to heal my heart. That book then took four years to release into the world because as beautiful as it was to write, I couldn't bring myself to illustrate it. To illustrate, I had to reread my manuscript, and the words hurt me deeply. The little scenarios in the book were actual events that occurred in life. I had to take a tragedy and turn it into a triumph of never-ending happiness. Therefore, the manuscript went into a cupboard for years until I could come to terms with the death. In addition, the book represented my child, so in essence, i felt as long as i held onto that book, i was keeping my boy with me, and no one could take him from me, but once I let go, I was in my heart letting him go. Dear friend, I could not do it straight away. It tore my heart out, so I sat with those feelings and allowed myself permission to feel the pain. I had to allow myself to grow, walk through all the steps, and know it was all okay.
My mum (well-intentioned and wanting to help) said to me, "You just need to understand that he's in a better place and that I needed to stop using the "F" word so much." Don't ever tell a mother that. That was the day I let Hell's fury on her because no one has the right to say to a mother how to heal the death of their child. I know my mum meant well, so mum, if you’re reading this, you know i adore you.

If I want to angrily scream at the top of my lungs or use profanities, then that is what a mother gets to do. Do not ever think one must be appropriate. If I am not hurting anyone, I can grieve how I choose, and I'll not stand for any of that nonsense on stilts from folks who haven't a clue of such pain. 

If I have to write for decades undiscovered, that is what I'll do; although, I do not believe that will happen. I have a mission and a life purpose. My work is bigger than me, and I am built for this. 

Do you know a woman said to me in an email once when I released Sawyer's book "The Tale of Sawyer Lamb" last year on his birthday, and I quote, "Who cares you wrote a stupid children's book? Anyone can write a dumb children's book? It doesn't take much to string a sentence or two together. You're not special or smart."

So when anyone wonders about the things done to me by others and Sawyer's father specifically (because he should've been a person there for me as i am the mother of his children) when my boy passed, you will understand after reading my book, "The Little Mermaid's Transformational Tale why i struggled so deeply." I have consistently beat the odds. After spending decades, my sanity tested, endeavouring to drive me to madness, I almost took my own life. No, and that wasn't even enough; I then endured heinous things behind the scenes to make me appear crazy to those who knew me. This kind of tactic from a narcissist is what I am also writing in my book. This kind of abuse must be brought to the open, because perhaps if i had known what was happening it wouldn't have taken me almost three decades to leave a marriage. The viper-tongued person never bargained for my resilience, nor that I would expose him, which is me using my voice for the many women who can't or, should I say, feel they can't. At least not right now, but i believe, given the permission, more women will come forward. 

 I love my work and myself; and im not going to feel bad in saying that. The only way to do great work is to love what I do. I will write for myself and for you. 

Have a happy day, my friends.

Most affably yours til my next swim, Razz

Monday, June 24, 2024

The Haunting (The Art of Creating a Historical English Cottage)

"Does one ever see any ghost that is not oneself?"—Marjorie Bowen

Good day, my dear mermaid hearts,

My darlings, have you ever considered that women grapple with 'letting go', which is why we adore ghost stories?

When I left my ex-mate on an adventure to find myself and live that swelled dream of being an author and artist, not one more day of being stuck would keep me. It was, of course, a difficult decision, but one I was hell or high water going to do, and no one would stop me. It was either that (because my thoughts were increasingly becoming assorted ways of how i may take a passport) or something else that would result in terrible blows. I was absolutely beyond miserable in my marriage for over two decades. I hid it well. I thought anyway.

However, it is not so tricky as now when it has come time for me to reevaluate my unconscious catch-alls. Last summer, I realised that upon moving into my folk's cottage (in 2019 when Sawyer transitioned) and then creating Scarlette Rose Cottage, I had squirrelled away from a scary space of storage an alarming amount of "stuff." I justified that the storing of items is innocuous. Yet, I do know that vibrational energy invariably surrounds and attaches itself to every object in our houses, transforming them into discernible positive and negative memories. When i have felt depressed and struggle to identify the source of my anguish, it is me looking for something I've hidden quite well. I have recognised this trait in myself, and that is when good housekeeping and decluttering occur, only to once again be back at ground zero with piles of more things I've convinced myself I 'needed' from a charity shoppe or boot sale. The ailing of my soul lies just directly beneath the water's surface of my life.

Storage equals Sorrow
Buying Equals Burying

As of late, I've realised that to create my little 'Cottage of Belonging' (regardless of where that ends up being), it is imperative that i get ahold of that harmful self-inflicted philosophy, and so I plan to organise the cottage completely. I become weary and sigh when blundering past so that i can work and be efficient. I spent ridiculous amounts of time and energy on moving this to that room and that to this room. Arrange, put up, take down, box up, then donate, buy more, justify with additional shopping excursions. Do i truly 'need' another Victorian sofa? I currently have three. What about that ninth Victorian chair for my future settee or library? Why? Because storing 'things' and feeling safe are things I had to examine. I justified an entire year (in the process, they destroyed every piece of antique furniture I had) my kitten's blatant desire to want to be outside. I refused to see my issues of abandonment. As long as I could hold onto the control of keeping my kittens inside the cottage with me, there was no abandonment occurring. My kittens represented everyone who has ever left me.

I was, likewise, forcing control. The kittens represented my children. I relegated Molly to psychologically representing Sawyer. I kept close tabs on the other three. When I divorced their father (yes, you read that correctly despite what you've heard, I divorced him), they all were out of the home except for my daughter, and she downright refused to leave Oklahoma as she stated she had spent her life moving and wanted to settle. I couldn't blame her for that either. I do blame her father for his participation in the alienation between me and my children. I am learning forgiveness, though there were times i wanted to scream. She, the Dark Goddess—She, The Destroyer of Worlds, wanted to blow fury across the angry sea and unleash absolutely everything at him, but I will never unfurl anything. Rather, I have learned to allow myself to feel the emotions and then release them into the cosmos, for that is where healing takes place: in the letting go. For that matter, I love myself more than I dislike anyone in this world. My cancer scare is probably the dissonance I once had for my ex-mate and some other folks. The cells are currently stored; however, they are unhurriedly vacating my ovaries.

"Objects have ghostly emanations, too, that attach themselves to their solidity. Things with drawers—chest, armoires, night tables, trunks—seem to be most populated pieces of furniture."—Dominque Browning

I have simplified my life, focusing my time and attention on writing, researching, painting, and living a slow portrayal of Victorian life and learning to embrace my daily musings with happiness and simplicity by following my bliss and Taking Joy. When a person is very contented, there is no need to blast the results to the world. I tend to believe one of the reasons folks share so much on social media is that there is a need to feel validated.

I have been bringing order to nearly every cottage corner in preparation for loads of creating. Again, my dear heart, if you missed my last post, I made a place where you can write to me through the post. I am inspired to keep the notion of the old-fashioned vision alive, a sort of red-letter day.
I look forward to hearing from you.
  
Raquel's Letterbox-in-the-Hedge
P.O. Box 12071
Brooksville, Florida
34603 

Friday, June 14, 2024

Raquel's Letterbox-In-The-Hedge

Hello dear friends, 

I truly believe that a blog can be a kind of post-office-in-the-hedge. Think of it such as this dear friend. There is a line in the 1993 film version of Little Women when Laurie says, 
"In token of my gratitude and as a means of promoting communication between adjoining nations, shouting from windows being forbidden, I shall provide a post office in our hedge to further encourage the baring of our souls and the telling of our most appalling secrets. I do pledge never to reveal what I receive in confidence here."

Therefore, from this day forward, besides Stillwater ~A Petticoat Society (our little club), I am creating "Raquel's Letterbox-in-the-Hedge." it sounds very English too, doesn't it? Oh, I love it so! Don't you, dear friend? An actual letterbox in the hedge where you can write to me. I wanted to create this because just as i am an introvert, there are moments I've received letters (emails) explaining that many times a comment is warranted. Still, many of my dear readers are like myself, a bit leery about displaying their feelings for the big blue marble to read. Therefore, i wanted to create a safe place for our friendship. I am the constancy of clinging to the old ways of simple and slow life, and one of those specialities is letter writing. I love this little blog, and i will always write it as long as my hands can wield a pen and ink.
However, I believe a place where you can write to me confidently is a niche that remains very much needed in our world—a return of sorts by selecting the best parts of history and reviving them. 
Raquel's Letterbox-In-The-Hedge
P.O. Box 12071
Brooksville, Florida 34603

As of late, I have been undergoing another metamorphosis in my life and feeling the gentle nudge of embodying a slower, more peaceful way of living in terms of media platforms. I have always been an introvert, and yet, the numerous times i have attempted to embrace the world, recently, I have found it more difficult with each passing month. I also have always found it such ease to 'bare my soul' on this ol' blog. I feel at home here, and dare i say out loud, quite safe. That may sound odd, but it's quite true for me. I am leaving little notions for you to find, and conversely. I am most happy you've been drawn here, and perhaps it can be as good and interesting as the description in Chapter 10 of the book Little Women. I feel as tho' i identify my blog and career to Jo gardening her bed, 'never alike for two seasons, always trying experiments.'

"The garden had to be put in order, and each sister had a quarter of the little plot to do what she liked. Hannah used to say, "I'd know which each of them gardens belonged to, ef I see 'em in Chiny," and so she might, for the girls' tastes differed as much as their characters. Meg's had roses, heliotrope, myrtle, and a little orange tree. Jo's bed was never alike two seasons, for she was always trying experiments. This year, it was to be a plantation of sunflowers, the seeds of which cheerful and aspiring plants were to feed Aunt Cockle-top and her family of chicks. Beth had old-fashioned fragrant flowers in her garden, sweet peas and mignonette, larkspur, pinks, pansies, and southernwood, with chickweed for the birds and catnip for the pussies. Amy had a bower in hers, rather small and earwiggy but very pretty to look at, with honeysuckle and morning glories hanging their coloured horns and bells in graceful wreaths all over it, tall white lilies, delicate ferns, and as many brilliant, picturesque plants as would consent to blossom there."-Little Women, Chapter 10

My friend, I have grown weary and tired of trying experiments, yet here i am again, making another attempt. My hope is that 'The Great Creator' sends me the friends i so long to have. I feel tho' that coming home is necessary for me at this juncture in my life. I have always been successful in my writing and painting, and as of late, I've recalled "the Great Creator" nudging me many times with the saying," Why fix something that's not broken." We, as women, mothers, and nurturers' tend to do this. I believe it is in our nature to heal or at least conjure ways of wanting to heal. Therefore, i have also decided the next few months forthcoming to give away three of my bespoke "Little Women" paintings for free.

If you would like to follow me on Instagram, i would love to have you there. I am trying one last time to live according to my little project, thirty days of following my bliss, letting my spirit lead me and Taking Joy. I am reminiscing of the success i previously had with my "Little Women" bespoke paintings and blog writing. I am, in a sense, returning home to my Cottage of Belonging. 

Perhaps the world has displayed too much attention, and I have fallen prey to the pandering snare. The hamster wheel is quite nauseous, and I would like off the ride. Therefore, i am stepping away from so much noise and remaining still by observing and adjusting my social sails. I'm not going anywhere in regards to my blog (and i will remain active on Instagram. Actually, i plan to get back to my writing again with consistency. I must admit the lack of my ability to put together the new blog had me in sorts. It is in the background. However, i have grappled since February with it, and that to me is a sign that i am shoving a square peg into a round hole, and it is not meant to fit. Therefore, for the moment, I have surrendered.

Your kindness has given me the surety to continue speaking of

"The post office box was a capital little institution and flourished wonderfully, for nearly as many queer things passed through it as through the real office. Tragedies and cravats, poetry and pickles, garden seeds and long letters, music and gingerbread, invitations, scoldings and puppies." -Louisa May Alcott

I love Louisa May Alcott; she has been my lifelong friend since the sweet age of eleven when I first read Little Women. If you've ever wondered where the naming of my little custom paintings came from, it is that of Little Women. From the time i was born, my father called me "Little Woman", and knowing that, i have felt it quite endearing and chose to believe it was in reference to such a good book. Is that not what good books do? They change our lives. Books and writing have saved my life many times over. I can be very ill and still must put pen to paper. I can't not write. I've never had a day in my life of writer's block. I will endeavour to touch upon,  chronicle, and reflect upon your comments. I so hope you will love this little mode of communication. I love our little online community. 

Outside, it is cloudy, muggy, and rainy. My common shoe of choice has been my Le Chameau wellies, and several times, i have spoken to Jeffrey Shawn, sounding off that if the weather were a bit cooler, it would be a reminder of England. It is as if I have lived there my whole life. Have you ever felt that you belong somewhere in particular and long to be there but have no solidification as to why the longing is there? I tend to believe it is in our soul. Our higher self draws us back to the place where we belong. 

My flowers are in need of constant water, and equally, tears seem to fall without my knowing why. My finding is that I am expanding, growing, and aligning even more with my inner self. The release of emotions and anger is emptying from my soul and replacing sentiments of forgiveness.

Here at the cottage, we all feel somewhat bruised as we try to get well. My beloved father had a tragic tumble and should soon be on the mend. In addition, Ive had some alarming female health issues. I hope to hear good news soon. Until then, there has been a hole in the fabric of our home life. Everything pertaining to my business and career feels a bit muddled at the moment, and the cottage still requires loads more of uncluttering, and i haven't the vitality to attend to it. The enforced slow pace of the past week has been just the right thing for my frame of mind, and i will continue onwards and upwards, seeking "Take Joy" moments and as a reminder that life is quite precious. I keep pointing in the direction of gratitude and appreciation for all that has been rewarded me.

The most beautiful and nonjudgemental of names for God are "Untangler of Threads" & "The Great Creator." Since i was a wee little lass, i prayed to find common turns of phrases and beautiful words to describe things, and I've found them. In my writing, I've not always been so gentle-natured, more of a pointed person, a porcupine of sorts. I am leaning more toward a softness about me. It feels kinder to me, and i want to be kinder to Raquel.

Most affably yours til my next swim, Razzy 

Tuesday, June 11, 2024

Niggles

Good day, my dear darling mermaid hearts, 

I am so happy to be back to writing to you once again. My heart feels so light and so delighted.
 
"I cannot rest; I must draw, however poor the result, and when I have a bad time come over me, it is a stronger desire than ever and settles on the queerest things." -Beatrix Potter.
Jeffrey Shawn and I have done a tiny bit of gardening. Last evening, as we were watering the corn, we noticed the beautiful golden corn shooting its magical silk, and what a wonder. It is so rewarding growing a lovely garden of flowers and food. 

I have been repainting the cottage walls a pretty green (which I call a little English sweet pea), which reminds me of England and the lovely, quaint, cosy cottages in the countryside. I have it halfway completed. It has been quite busy here, as I have also been working on completing Mum and Dad's little guest room. I built some faux beams; however, those still need to be installed. 

However, I did finish the faux wood technique on all of the trim work, baseboards and crown moulding. I found this pretty light from the Facebook marketplace for $25. It looks as if the original owners turned it into a plug light by adding a lamp kit. However, I disembowelled the entire lamp and removed the kit. It may not look like much, but it is rather stunning and Victorian in its glory. I can't wait to place her in Scarlette Rose Cottage, as it will suit very well. 

I spent last week removing several pieces of furniture from the cottage; therefore, I don't feel so squeezed tightly like Scarlette Rose in the hole of a cypress tree. It was a much-needed pursuit as there was a little bit of a niggle where I thought I needed to release negative energy. I meditated and then sat and painted more on The Tale of the Christmas Bunnies. I have focused on keeping things in my life relatively simple and calming. I am devoted to a simple old way of slow living, and I've made it a purposeful pursuit.

Have a lovely evening. I will chat with you tomorrow. Toodle-Pip!

Most affably yours til my next swim, Razz

 

Wednesday, May 15, 2024

A Letter Home

My dear mermaid hearts, 

I have promised you, dear hearts, a letter. And yet, at times, i feel put upon. I am forever cheered with enthusiasm to share the feelings of my heart and, in so doing, often accosted.
 
I am one to put my emotions in the storefront window. This article is publicising and brings about desperate individuals believing me to be a polemist seeking attention, which I am not; in truth, it is quite the opposite. I am learning to give myself grace, acceptance, and unconditional love. Ye olde Instagram requires rationing. Indeed, my darlings, I have turned a corner and accept full responsibility for my actions and insecurities when I struggled deeply on Instagram. That, my dear hearts, is what an expanded woman does; she learns and grows.
A woman who becomes, over time, a porcupine in nature is most certainly from overexposure to feeling unsafe. Which of the many ladies on Instagram should think that sharing makes her vulnerable or prickly? I understand the prickly women who have become bitter; it is for the knowing they relented in defeatism. My hope is for these women to usher in their strength and return with honouring their truth and set forth the warrior nature that is required to build the earth's return of Christ Consciousness. This understanding is a beautiful notion to look forward to with confidence and delight.
I desire change in our world for ladies and the juxtaposition of remaining graceful, feminine, and safe, which are the considerable dimensions of who she is. There is a delicate cord betwixt the two, and I hope to discover the duality not only for myself but also for my unwavering desire to help others.
 
We all, in a singular fashion, have missions to accomplish. May your letter be often read long after we've left this beautiful world of cornflower skies?
 
May you have a great deal of happiness today in your heart, knowing you are a most exceptional individual. 

(I remain on dear ole’ Instagram, and if you'd like daily little storytime, I share what I am up to each morning. This old blog is still ticking beautifully, and the new blog remains in the works. It's been more toiling than i anticipated.)

Most affably, yours til my next swim, Raquel 

Wednesday, April 24, 2024

A Few Of My Manifestation Success Stories and How I did It!

Good morning, my dear mermaid hearts, 

I am one step closer to launching my new blog. However, I am still not there quite yet. I made several videos for you on youtube for your viewing pleasure in the meantime. Below is one you may like. Pour yourself a cuppa, and let us have a prattle. I hope you enjoy it. Please subscribe and leave me a lovely, juicy comment with more ideas for videos; I would love to help you in any way I can. My love to you always, Razz
 

Thursday, April 4, 2024

Little Women & Mermaidlings Bespoke Original Paintings


On a brisk September day in 2014, I had the beautiful idea to begin painting again after meditation. To be an artist and author has long been my dream since childhood. However, as you understand, my time occupancy had to be diverted to other critical responsibilities, such as raising my dear little children. I now know that all those small crafts and artistic endeavours in designs I would perform were the artist in me attempting to demonstrate my heart's desire. I am happy and most appreciative of those experiences. As a stay-at-home mother who lived as close to a life of little house on the prairie days as possible, I was kept quite busy with tending and mending to little hearts.

As many of you know, on the other side of that life, my family and I had moved briefly to California, and the trajectory of my life as I knew it would escalate to newer and greater heights, along with many viscitudes.

I was also becoming a new person, profoundly desiring to begin creating a life of "Taking Joy." So, in this notion, to fulfil a lifelong dream, I went to a local craft store and bought some plain index cards and some watercolour paints and brushes. I knew I wasn't that talented in painting, {yet} as it had been 37 years since I had picked up a paintbrush. Indeed, I could have been better, but I knew I could become good with practice with a bit of assistance from spirit (The Great Creator). I certainly didn't lack love nor enthusiasm, so I believed then {and now} that a positive mindset would deliver inspired art. It is from the heart; how can it not. I also find it an honour to paint for you. When you request a painting, I deeply ponder delivering an inspired piece of myself along with your vision.
 
Below is a brief description of how I create your paintings from start to finish.
An original custom bespoke painting is 4.5" x 6", and I use 300 pounds of cold-pressed Arches block paper hand torn. Each painting is an original watercolour (not a print), $45 sand dollars with $1.oo for each added item, such as a pet, flower border, etc. After collecting your ideas for what you'd like, I prepared the paper with dyes and tinctures. I then infuse the paper with seaweed, flower tinctures, and floral notes I create from my garden here at the cottage. Below are a few original pieces of my art that I have painted for customers. This gives you an idea of what I can paint for you.
 
I'd like a detailed description of how you'd like your bespoke painting. Feel free to follow my Instagram link to place an order. I would be delighted to paint something for you. 
  
The saltwater is collected from my local rivers and seaside and is charged with rose quartz and moonstone crystals. I know that sending my paintings into the world with a wee bit of magic creates a touch of whimsical charm and love for all those who collect my art.
 
I include a hand-chosen beach combed shell with each painting that I have collected throughout the years as a bygone mermaid
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To help me navigate through your little bespoke painting, please tell me what you desire, and I will do my best to create a lovely piece of art for you to enjoy for years to come.

~ Hair colour and length/ updo or down
~ Skin & or scale tone
~ If you would like to add particular elements such as a pet, flowers, your mermaid or a little woman in an active pursuit such as reading, writing, gardening, borders, etc., please specify that as well. Each addition is $1.
I can paint your loveliest desire, so please feel free to explore your whimsical imagination.

Your Mermaidling/ Little Women parcel ships worldwide through the U.S. postal service in a medium-size photo envelope. 
Please assure me before purchasing if you would like to upgrade your parcel to priority shipping for trailing purposes. 
This upgrade will be $8 within the U.S. and $16 internationally.
Most affably yours til my next swim,
Lady Raquel
Below are just a few of my little originals to give you an idea of my art. 

Here are a few ideas of paintings I have done through the years. 

"Gunner the Miracle Baby" is a piece I painted for Spencer Pratt and his wife Heidi Montag for their first-born son, Gunner, with little hummingbirds.





 

Sunday, March 24, 2024

A Not-So-Grand Time Of Those Gone Before & Happy News


Hello, my dear mermaid hearts,

This morning, I made another video for you on YouTube. I've been uploading unfailingly about the law of assumption and my mermaid cottage core lifestyle. If that interests you, I know you would love to subscribe. During the day, I visit the seaside, and in the evenings, I toil away on my new-fangled web design once everyone has settled in for the evening. I am entirely enjoying the moments of solitude. It has been bucketing down; therefore, i have been remaining indoors and have lit all of the kerosene lamps. I love how they flicker about bouncing off the cottage walls; it is such a heavenly delight, and the kittens are also bemused by them. I appreciate the fortes i am blessed with, and even when difficulties have strewn about, the Great Spiritual Creator has always guided me true north. 

This morning, as I meditated, i thought about all the beautiful notions that are unique gifts. There are many of us quite prone to constantly look outside at the world beyond us and catch our eyes upon others' gardens rather than tending our own. It all goes by so fast, and this life deserves to be remembered. Some would argue that being interested in the lives of others is a subjective notion; one woman's entertainment is another woman's outrageous and wasteful behaviour. 

At present, perhaps that is how the abundant weeds grow, for we've lost sight of the beauty of where we stand as women. It takes quite a woman to remove the distractions and begin to dive deep into the failings of our lives, and quite truthfully, this is why many women sustain the refusal to do so. It is of utmost difficulty to unravel the kitten's yarn ball of knottiness. Speaking of gardens, how often do gardening duties seem to escape us, or we've outright avoided them only to realise the vines and weeds have run wild.

Work is closing in on us like an abandoned cottage in the thicket, no longer capable of seeing through the windows. The realisation is that now there is even more internal work to accomplish. Yet, we've utilised many distractions rather than viewing our own lives by taking inventory, and now we are bound to occupy wasteful nonsense on stilts. This wastefulness is a tremendous travesty, for whilst we're focused on everyone else, those folks relish in their manifested demonstrations. The loop continues, and we evade our proper purposes as women and artists.

I've begun posting new videos on YouTube again, as I feel called to help spread my mermaid message of allowing women to rise to their true callings on the earth.

I wrote down all of the fun projects that i plan to have fun accomplishing for the year, and oh my, what a "Take Joy" moment I am having. I spend my time mostly quietly living out a cottage core lifestyle of spirituality and enjoying our little cottage. There were moments last year that had me in quite a conundrum. I was curious to know if we were coming or going, moving or not moving. This particular matter can be quite a displeasurable experience for an artist and, if permitted, can take a toll on oneself if we allow it. Don't you agree? Indecision is a fiddly thing, is it not?

Neville Goddard (or Daddy Neville, as i like to tease) spoke many times about folks in the field of spirituality; nearly all the content should be free. Neville did, however, allow for offerings or donations. Although they were not mandatory. He made the bulk of his money from his book sales, and he had an inheritance from his family's fortune. It should be free. He often said in his lectures that if someone is charging for spirituality (other than books or meetings where you can offer a donation to cover vendor locations), one should run for the hills. I agree, and Neville also states that this is how you can spot a phoney. That doesn't apply to an artist making a living; I'm speaking of spirituality and the religious kind. Spirituality is free and remains as such. In my desire and dream of creating The Carter Settlement, where folks will come to visit, enjoy tea and a lovely luncheon at the tea room, i plan to be financially independent (relying on my book sales, sale items, art, etc., and donations to the non-profit) I will not charge a fee. I do place ads on my YouTube videos, which is also acceptable. YouTube is a free platform. Please, my darlings, understand this is merely my opinion. Still, it is a wise way of settling my mindfulness and remaining true to my craft of transparency and centredness. 

In the olden times, spiritual folks were wise beyond most folks, and therefore, the authorities convinced the ordinary people that the spiritual folks, seers, and chosen ones were terrible. One must be cautious of them, and shunning them was best. In addition, spiritual teachers were admonished by the hierarchy to leave all their possessions, homes, and desires, claiming that being free of their ego is the way to help others. This tactic was another way to keep true spiritual leaders from prospering and have valid voices of profound abilities to support the movement of coming into oneself. That way, the leaders and those upon a pedestal had a way of keeping the wise, spiritually-minded folks under control and submission. It has worked and still does in many parts of the world, especially on lower dimensions of vibration. The exciting thing is I've had a near-death experience, and I know (not hearsay) that when we pass and transition from this world, many will be stunned to know it's not as severe as they think. Many will ponder to themselves, that's all it is, and i made such a big deal about religion, etc., but you can tell many people that, and yet they want no part of the truth; they want lies to their faces, pretending to be truths because that keeps them comfortable and unchanging. Many are called, and few are chosen because many refuse to do the work. Shame. Let's be honest: if a spiritual person has no financial independence, wealth, possessions or leadership, most people of large crowds will not listen to them. It is the popular ones the crowds listen to; this was a brilliant mind-controlling tactic, and it has worked for thousands of years worldwide. One will listen to someone as such, and this, my friends, is how the leaders kept the elevated vibrationally aligned people under submission and control. They created fear in them and continually reminded the people that to be among the meek, one must leave the world behind, and they shall inherit the earth. Bullocks! They spoon-fed Christians, and the meek and weak ate it by the cauldrons full. 

The other day, I narrated The Tale of Merrymaid Scarlette Rose and uploaded it to my YouTube channel; here is the link for you, my dear hearts. All we must do is remember we lean unto our Mermaid Inner Being, and it will lead us properly.

I have been writing the manuscript for The Little Mermaid's Transformational Tale, and many scales/ chapters are rising that I am going to share in the book. One belief I had for such a long time until I changed my belief system was that money equalled struggle, and it makes perfect sense why i would spend decades floundering to create an incredible income for myself. Thank goodness those days are behind me. Nothing feels worse than not being able to independently care for myself. I had that deep belief that I needed a man to save me, and that cycle kept swimming around me for entirely too long. Again, this is why I wholeheartedly know a woman must change her belief system. I've never struggled to make money, but where my belief of scarcity evolved was most definitely going back to my childhood. It's not always the fault of one parent; often, women use that role to their advantage because some women use the upper hand of remaining a perpetual damsel in distress; therefore, everyone must rescue her. Well, I am a woman who no longer needs to be rescued. I shed the scales of the woman I once was, and she no longer exists. If we are to BE the woman we desire, we must BE that woman in the NOW.

Act As If," as Neville Goddard writes in his books. My rescuer is the Great Creator. I want women to know their significance and utilise their strength. We are women, and we possess the power to create a human; therefore, there is nothing we can't do. This isn't a speech on the hilltop of feminism; it is a calling of mermaids. We are changing this world as we know it. We are creating an entirely new world. The changing of beliefs was the first thing I transformed in my new assumption tract. My darlings, if we do not modify our beliefs, we will struggle all our lives. Once we change the belief, we change the outcome.

We are always young enough to change and achieve our dreams. I do not care if you're one foot in the watery grave; you still have a choice. What is yours going to be? You'll return, reincarnate, and do it all again. My dear friend that could not sound more unreasonable to the aerials. 

Several years ago, I did internal reverse engineering; therefore, I won't bore you to the olympic degree; however, I hope to assist you in showing you how to change your money beliefs for good and sustaining those beliefs for the rest of your life. You can look into your life and realise how you feel about money. Do you feel abundant? Are you abundant? If you are financially secure (not on your spouse, but you as a woman), do you feel like a meiser, constantly trying to save money? Do you feel unworthy of having cash and either hoard cash and never do anything with your money that would fulfil your childhood dreams, or do you constantly rid yourself of your money because having money feels petrifying? Continually spending is a sign of a worthiness issue. If you don't feel worthy of having and possessing financial prosperity, you will subconsciously spend every penny. The other state of mind is also a sign of low self-worth. Are you constantly telling yourself I can't afford that, that's too expensive, etc? I'm not sure about you, but when I accepted that I was always making excuses for myself or blaming others, I was sick and tired of my predicament. When i divorced my ex-mate, i could easily make perfect money, though my self-worth got in the way, and I recycled olde stories until I reprogrammed my subconscious mind. It would eventually revert to me having an empty bank account. It's never how much a person has or makes; the self-belief that the person holds is crucial to change. 

I am so very much looking forward to us as Stillwater~A Petticoat Society and all of the ways we will make the world magical—a world of discovery, magic, fairytales, and happiness. You should think yourself lucky. "Take Joy," my dear hearts. I love you!

Most affably yours til my next swim, Razz

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