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Molly Mipsy |
What A Feral Cat and Kittens Taught Me About My Abandonment Issues
I am here to remind them of their godlike inheritance. No one ever says to the American that she has gone off because she has taken to learning French lessons if she's planning to take a trip to France for three months. Yet have you noticed a difference in the judgement that someone might receive if they speak with an Australian or English accent? Crackers! People lose the plot. I tend to categorise those folks as having the brain of a kipper and do not know better. I never experienced any such matters of ridicule, for I manifested that all folks would well receive me, and they have subsequently. That is the power of manifestation; I created my reality—how I wanted it to demonstrate. I've learned to speak with an English accent; however, I know those who experience ostracisation and the meaning for this matter is that someplace within that person, they have beliefs they will be ostracised, and so they are called out and taken apart like clocks. As I've stated a zillion times, our thoughts create, not on rare occasions, but ALWAYS. I remain upfront in everything I do with you, my dear fruits, and why I do what I do, such as speaking with an English accent and clarifying truthfulness goes far and beyond anything else in all the world when it pertains to acceptance of one another. I have, and I believe all folks must toil away at confidence building, for a person must possess deep, profound self-belief. I've had the loveliest interactions with everyone, most especially my English friends, of which I have more English friends than I do American at this point.
Some of the notions I've learned in the three years of speaking English are off the tip of my tongue as follows.
— If you want to learn a new language or accent, it takes loads of practice, and you must be willing to be vulnerable through the process. Therefore, humility along the pilgrimage is quite extraordinary, for it requires courage.
—It teaches a person how to focus and remain fixated, which is truly something we all learn when we first commence learning about how to be a conscious manifester. Therefore in actuality, learning a new accent is a brilliant way to teach focus. In acting terms, remain in a constant state of method. As a result, I've become highly focused in all areas of my life, not merely just on my speech.
—Learning a new accent is not for the faint at heart. In addition, you have to be a strong individual, as some folks will question your motives.
—I am delighted that I was bold enough to go for it, as it has paid me great dividends. But, of course, the biggest bonus was my casting on the reality show (Cottage to the Core) and that I am an American but have an English accent, which is a trait that will be quite fitting for the show's aesthetic.
—I am living my life most happily and living my truth.
—I implore others to live their dreams and never adopt beliefs that age makes one too old to try new things or accomplish an unfilled dream.
Most affably yours til my next swim, Lady Raquelxxx
The book is called The Tale of Molly Kitten. Upon petitioning my spirit guide, Beatrix Potter, to conjure up a book title, I was busily watering the garden and instantly felt her telepathically say, look up the nickname of a female kitten. I followed suit and uncovered the female nickname of a kitten is called a Molly! I was unaware, were you? Also, as you may know, I am constantly flattering and on the take with Beatrix’s book titles. Whereas my book is nothing like her book The Tale of Tom Kitten, with regards to a set of naughty kittens bent on destructive disobedience, it is similar as it is written delightfully cheering and of sound English dignification.
The first page I will share with you:
[Once upon a time, there were three little kittens, and their names were Smoky, Molly Mipsy, and Twister.
They had dear little fine coats of fur, deemed village kittens, for they were all born in Mr Lane's smithy and thereafter abandoned with no mother to call their own.]
"Of all the bonds that exist between people, perhaps the sweetest is the bond of friendship. For it is born not of duty or blood ties but out of sheer delight in another."
Indeed If you see the post title, I have, from this point forward, created a little something called "Raquel's Revelations" it is similar to what The Pioneer Woman calls "Ree's Confessionals." Another secret element from the book Steal Like an Artist by Austin Kleon is to steal from everyone who peeks one's interest at every chance you get. However, may I take it a step further? One must not just steal from one person; we must steal from everyone and make it our own, which makes for originality; otherwise, stealing from only one person is considered a copycat imitation. Here is a lovely page from Steal Like An Artist to differentiate the two thefts.
I've spent the last nine days or so convalescing as I detected no severe illness, but upon further investigation, I realised I caught Bronchitis; it wasn't a terrible bit, but enough to render me the stamina to edit or find photos for thee olde blog. I terribly missed writing to you, my darling sweet Stillwater Petticoat Society.
Allow me to get on; for now, I am perfectly sound.
I wasn't energetic on St. Patricks Day, as I was not feeling much up to any sort of constructive occupation. Oh, in my heart of hearts, I was so excited to take on several projects, yet my body was calling for rest, and thus, I rendered the desire to lean into my physical needs. I think it's quite crucial for us as Mermaids (women) to listen to our landlocked bodies and adhere to what our higher spiritual Goddess self is attempting to relay to us. Too often, we ignore our bodies' many cries and wind up paying a higher price. Hence my being brought to my bed once again, bedridden. I do understand we as women often have no other choice depending upon our circumstances; however, if we do have those opportunities to take advantage of repair and restoration, we truly must learn to accept the help and be glad in it. I mention this imparting of advice for I remember being a young mother, and the rationale I so leniently gave into was not inquiring for assistance or receiving help (although I desperately required it). I was entirely too self-conscious in rural attempts to remain externally "perfect" as if I could abide all of my required endeavours with grace, ease and delight of my own accord, although I was drowning in overwhelm. One must attune to the times, my dear hearts. Endeavouring to be and do everything for everyone never leads to anything edifying although we may believe we appear indestructible, this is not so. I was on a course of self-destruction, all to please others and assist in making their lives as comfortable as possible by giving way to allowances to everyone but myself. Reducing our personal womanly needs will undoubtedly and markedly cause grey beneath our caps at an early onset. (Heh...) Whereas my insecurities did propel me to become entirely self-reliant, they created a barrier between myself and other women. It is hard to be friendless in the hour of need and bitter to be alone at the moment of reckoning, for friendship itself is the sharing of truths. Today I would tell my younger self that it's perfectly lovely and wonderful to allow other women or relations and friends to swoop in and help us when the occasion warrants. This incident is widely distinct from taking advantage of the help; that's another story entirely.
I've not been on Instagram stories, as I am experimenting with using cell food drops and tea tree oil to remove the two small moles on my face. I have a small one beside my nose and a small one beneath my cheek and chin. They haven't ever truly bothered me to the degree that I must have them gone; however, I wanted to see if what I've been reading about in molecular enzymes is true. What better way than to research me? I've stressed to you many o' times I am a guinea pig for experimentation. It's working; they are nearly gone entirely. In the first few days, I had to place a little flesh-coloured plaster (bandaid) on to avoid scratching them. Are you that way? If it's peeling away dry skin, I seem to keep my hands constantly fiddling and touching. I remember a lass in high school who loved to peel our friend's dead skin from our sunburns. Peculiar heh? The bizarre of growing up in Florida.
I've been holding myself accountable each day (Monday thru Friday) to reinforce my endurance skills to remain beholden to responsibilities with releasing Sawyer's book The Tale of Sawyer Lamb by his birthday, June 8, 2023. I realise I've shared all sorts of days in regards to releasing books this there and the tenth with you, dear hearts and oftentimes failed to produce; however, I admittedly confess to grappling with turning up every day. I am changing this trait about myself this go-round as I understand it was a slight fear I had attached to my limiting beliefs of abandonment and not feeling heard. (In my next video for youtube, I am sharing a detailed video about this topic. I look forward to your visit over there. Here is the link to my YouTube if you'd like to subscribe.) Yes, ma'am, another abandonment and self-worth belief for dear ole' Raquel. Is that not how it operates, though? One must not feel the pressures of revealing one's inadequacies, for we all have redeeming qualities and unfortunate self-destructive limiting traits too. The fortitude and boldness in self-acceptance are when we are more equipped to rectify such measures making us as beautiful mermaids (women) all the more influential for our daughters and others for which to be examples.
We travel the world in and out and one belief or maybe two, and there is a running tune with all of our other beliefs at play with a similar trend. The beliefs that I had to arduously toil at creating new beliefs for (and listening at night), (if you haven't guessed) were abandonment, distrust, respect and low self-worth. These battles are why I beat the dead horse here on ye olde blog, as it is my solemn desire to assist others. I wish to help inspire women to gather the passion for changing their lives themselves to achieve all of their dreams (by leading them back to themselves), which is self-love, the most tremendous force on earth. I deeply love and care about you (my dear hearts) more than you can speculate, which is why I apply quite a bit of grit to this online literary diet. It may seem harsh at times; however, I sincerely believe in tough love. I wouldn't care about you or anyone in this big blue marble if I didn't say what I mean with the confidence and hope to lead one to the alter of their own higher consciousness. I mean it with deep empathy and love for others, as I do not apply for favour but to encourage personal power and love. It is quite similar to raising my children. I did not position myself to be my children's "friend" but to be their mother. I am here to lead one to themselves, not for pedestal worship nor idolisation but to direct folks to know of their own divine worth.
The new week will comprise of additionally organising the rabbit room and more cleaning, and packing unused things to deliver to the charity shoppe next week. I'm creating a pile. My dear Sir Oliver Twisty Topsy passed away after my birthday on February 28, 2023. I was indeed heart-stricken as Oliver helped me on many occasions through my life in the last eight years, such as when I went through my divorce and then when Sawyer died; he helped me to heal, and aside from those catastrophic life events, he was my first real dream come true that my childlike spirit personified. He was the sweetest little quiet companion I ever did have. Two weeks ago, I dropped him off at the taxidermy (Morgue Made) for pets, and he will be back home in June, the same week Sawyer's book comes out. I am very excited. I am planning a small coronation party in May, are you? I am painting a little banner with the King. I'll post it when I am finished and you can print it off to use if you're planning a little celebration as well.
I'll write a small post about it closer to the date. I am also planning a small book launch party here at the cottage with my family and Stillwater. (Have you signed up on my pop-up email? It is where you shall receive infrequent emails from me about bits happening dubbed "Sybrenas Sparrow.") I am considering having a little live-stream tea party on youtube. What do you think? Doesn't that sound delightful? Let me know in the comments if that sounds like something fun we could do together as friends. I want to continue creating our community, Stillwater—A Petticoat Society. A few classes I also have planned in the summer are quilting, a mermaid's map and a canning gathering (all courses for women.) I've had numerous women email me wanting to participate. How delightfully exciting! Please sign up for emails to remain informed, as it is good for a woman to be freshly occupied. Thank you, dear friends.
Most affably, yours til my next swim, Lady Raquel
Hear ye, hear ye, put the kettle on, my darlings. I am taking some of these youtube channels and news outlets to church.
In betwixt my varying tasks, I must confess that to address matters about a public online feud taking place on the stage between celebrities is somewhat beneath me; and mostly drivel, however, there is a psychological notion to which must be disembowelled for this is the only way we as a culture positively expand. Knowledge is power. Naturally, I want no part of beaming a celebrity high upon the housetop of a moral high ground as I feel confident none of them would dare buy me a sandwich if they were to pass me on the street. Secondly, I have never in all my years deemed any famous person above me in importance. As I've stated many times, there is no one above or below. And Although my nature is to ignore such matters, it is my civic duty to address this topic, beings no one else is addressing the real truth behind it. I am speaking of the Selena Gomez and Hailey Bieber ghastly debacle, and yes, in the news, it is being beaten to death; however, since no one else seems to have the foresight or intellect to get to the heart of the matter, I will place my woollen yarn spin to it. It's unmistakable I must provide solutions for the world. Do I have to solve everything? Apparently, the answer is yes; the mermaid mystic is here to decipher the code. It's the screeds, pencil-pushers, adjective-jerkers, and chaunter-coves, all night off, and we can't account for anything of importance with the X.Y.Z.'s as they will continue to snooze on the truth.
Smile—I digress.
It is not about eyebrows; it is not about fat shaming, body image or anything else, which every news outlet seems to write. Yes, it appears that way from the external, though that is all an illusion, my dear hearts.
"You want the truth? You can't handle the truth!"—A Few Good Men
(I'm having a go with you.)
[This is my subjective opinion and contextual analysis, so mind your manners on my town square. Provide me with a thousand words to draw a crowd, and I'll convince you of my rightness.]
Justin is not living his truth. Whereas he has facial issues, physical ailments manifest from metaphysical illnesses. (I cannot confirm nor deny additional related measures from the black plague.) I will only clarify that we demonstrate our internal repression and diseases externally; if the universe/spirit/god endeavours to get our attention and it falls on deaf ears, it must manifest itself physically. I think he regrets marrying Hailey deeply. Oh, he "claims" and vehemently endeavours to convince the big blue marble of his fondness and happiness with his tickled conch shell pink mood, yet his actions exhibit themselves differently. I think he married Hailey out of pain and anger with a soupcon measure of retaliation and vindictiveness towards Selena. He jumped ship as many Pisces do, and then later, after settling himself, now regrets he went so far as to marry. (I will caveat, I think he loves Hailey, but perhaps he's not in love with Hailey. Pisces (which is Justin's astrological sign) are impulsive, fickle, and, dare I mention, if one attempts to control a fish, will always slip the hook. Do not ever attempt to control a Pisces because swim away they will. Hailey, Selena, Justin and Kylie all possess terribly low self-worth and are completely insecure (when it pertains to matters of the heart and relationships), as most of Hollywood. From my perspective, Hailey's driving force to perform these daft nonsensical displays of adolescence is because Selena is a threat to Hailey. "A woman knows when her husband looks at her and sees someone else."—The NotebookSelena often says she doesn't care and what is happening has no effect on her, yet she is constantly taking social media breaks, so in actuality, it deeply does ruffle her feathers. I would like to see her remain on social media and work through her pockets of self-worth insecurities rather than flee.
Each one of these people has extremely low self-worth, and it would do them well to learn to love themselves first rather than go outside of themselves believing another person is their issue. Whereas I do not believe Selena and Justin would ever get back together, eventually, I do think Justin and Hailey will divorce.
The resolution to such online drama is always to mate with one's soul first and then. Again and again, everything stems from low self-worth. Fear not, darlings; we shall solve this unfortunate societal lack one soul at a time. May we all look within and begin with ourselves. Self-love is and always will remain the answer.
Most affably yours til my next swim, Lady Raquelxxx