Category: broken heart

What is the Secret to a Good Life on Earth?

Recently a friend of mine showed me pictures from his past — there were too many to count.  He’d met his wife at a young age (very early 20s), they married, had children, purchased homes, vacationed, lived life, made mistakes and then divorced.  He was pretty devastated by the divorce, but had recovered well over the last few years.  I cried.  I cried for him, I cried for them, I cried for their mistakes and I cried for my own failures…but I gained knowledge from my experience with him.

We Can’t Dwell on Loss or on the Past.

One of the things my friend did was to mourn deeply for what he and his family lost as a result of the divorce.  Then he moved on… Continue reading What is the Secret to a Good Life on Earth?

Falling in #Love with Nonexistent People

Yesterday I received a text from an old love, who I had not heard from in months, and who had disappeared in the middle of our so-called relationship.  Based on how he acted when we were together, I had been left quite in shock, and did not understand the sudden betrayal and abandonment.  Yesterday, in his texts, he sounded a bit out of it, said he was in physical pain due to some undisclosed ailment, and confessed not having a heart……um, duh!  

I woke up this morning thinking about all of my lost loves, facing my unrealized self and tried to carve out a general truth about love.  Come explore this with me…

 

Hollywood – The Bane of Our Society

Vision boards are suppose to work, so if the television and movie screen are our most watched vision boards, why are we not falling in love or living in fabtabulous families with happy endings like most movies have?  BTW, if you are living the fantasy life, you may not get anything out of this post because you are likely already where I am headed to or are being taught by some capable person who lives there.  The issue is that when we look at vision boards that we create, they come from us and from our very real desires about what we want.  Hollywood offers scripts………and actors.

 

The First Actor

I realized a little too late that some men were not as interested in me as they first appeared to be.  Quite truthfully, they just wanted a piece of ass so they had to go through a bit of a dance and acting job to get it.

They pretended to want to hear what I had to say.

Silly me.  I was so excited about wanting to be heard that I spilled all of my silly hopes and dreams, only to find out that when the same guy talked to his best friend, his conversation was totally different.  He thought I was silly and spooky.  I realized I didn’t even know him or what he liked to talk about AND he did not feel me worthy of even trying to broach the conversation so he stuck to “you’re so beautiful”, “so what do you like to do” AND “what did you do today?”

After I gave up the cookies……too early…..I found out that he had gotten what he was looking for and he was off to the next bag of chips.  In fact, when he texted me his well rehearsed lines to get what he wanted, I never knew he had sent out the exact same texts to six other women before me.  Well now.

What My Male Friends Taught Me

My male friends will sometimes be on the phone with me when one of their love interests calls them (on a different line), and I hear them say, “OMG, I hope she just goes away,” only to answer the phone in the most welcoming voice to make her feel that she is adored.  Damn.

When my ex was trying to win me over, he called constantly and pretended to want to counsel me on all my woes.  Now he reveals truthfully, “women need to find other women to talk about certain things because men just don’t want to hear it!”

Then why in the hell did you ask?  Who knew.

Learn First, Love Later

Women who are looking for love need to understand a few things in order to get as close to the Hollywood scenario of Prince/Princess Charming as possible.

  1. Allow the love interest that you meet enough time to take off his/her mask.  Yes everyone comes putting their best face forward and you really don’t know who you are getting until they remove the fake hair, hair dust, freckle/blemish-covering clay (not that freckles are bad), false legs, false nails, false lashes, false fragrance, etc., and allow you to look under the bed and in the closet of their lives.  Haven’t you ever wondered why many people are so fake?  It is because they don’t like their real selves and don’t want you to see them, so how in the hell can they love you.  Once their imperfections are revealed, become adorable or at least tolerable to you and vise versa, then you might be able to strike a deal.
  2. Marriage and long-term commitment is a business deal.  Would you enter into a new business with a thief with no money, skills, passion or direction?
  3. Give people a chance to prove to you what they are saying.  Taking someone’s word at face value can lead you to fall in love with an imaginary character that the person in question created, specifically when their flattering words are meant to turn attention away from themselves.  Wait until the conversations become less flattering and more revealing.  Once revelations are made, watch the person live out their convictions because if they cannot keep promises to themselves, they cannot keep them with you either.
  4. Don’t give up the cookies to soon if you are looking for lasting relationship, unless you are a woman who is into sex for money or the sheer joy of sex.  You could develop a miserable soul tie that lasts for years whether you want it to or not, and men do not develop soul ties as fast as women do because they are mental lovers, but women are sacral lovers — sacral being where things grow.  There is a game called love that is not about love at all, but more about saying what is necessary to fulfill lust.  Stay on top of the currency of the developing friendship and put the currency on the shelf for a while to ensure that the gold you were given does not turn into rusted brass, all because it wasn’t really gold to begin with.  When a man has sex with a woman, he inserts part of his soul into her and that soul wants to go back home when if finds out where it is, unless you are some type of energy vamp that knows how to transmute it (that is another blog post…lol).  Once that energy wants to return to him, you will find yourself obsessed with being with someone even if you don’t even like them, and that is scary and confusing.
  5. Sometimes the other woman does get the man. If you meet a guy or girl who has been intimate with someone since childhood, and they confess to you that they married someone else and an affair with this same person ruined their last marriage, AND they are still friends with this person, THEN you may want to just remain friends with him as well, until you check out the truth of the situation.  There are some people that others have strong, active 5th houses with, and if a Saturnal placement also exists there, you won’t be able to compete, unless you have a rival astrological compatibility with that person.  Other times the man is in love with the woman and she is just not attractive enough for him to bring around his family and friends, so  he enjoys during booty call hours only, which makes him a punk.

Hope this advice helps and that you can go into your quest for love, all the wiser.

RT

Darkness is Not the Absence of Light….It is the Catalyst for Light Unrevealed

The Light is everywhere all the time…

There was a time when I thought like a young girl in a Grimm fairytale, awaiting my prince who would love me unconditionally to the neglect of his own self and safety.  I soon woke up from this fantasy and realized that women, much less pretty than what I thought myself to be could be much more appealing than me to my love interest; simply because he already had me.

I realized that competition between females is not something that we do on our own, it is created from testosteronic greed and rabid, unenlightened appetites.

As dim as the situation seems, but as a result of it, I wrote my first song, Free because that is what I needed to be.  Something catapulted me into finding the gear to record the song, getting the music, learning everything I could about production and marketing of my little song.  As a result of the deep and intense darkness, the light that was in me, which would have never shone with me happy as a lark under the protection of a loving prince, gleamed through from the shadows of blackness…..but it had been in me all the time.  It was driven out of me by the darkness.

Next came the book Broken Heart, which started as a journal for my own sanity and then I clearly realized that his spirituality was defunct and void (at least for me) so I began a search for my own, which led to The Mystic……and here we are 🙂

No. Darkness is not the absence of light. It IS unseen potential; a catalyst for greatness and glory;  and evidence of light not yet revealed.

Renee Tarot

Author of Embracing the Darkness and Broken Heart on Amazon

You will Die More Than Once in this Lifetime When Real Trouble Comes, However You Can Come Back to a Different, and Even Better Life

Perhaps what Hollywood has done is not a good thing in creating perfect people for us to pattern ourselves after…

The First and Second Deaths

No, I am not talking about the book of The Revelations this time, just regular life and the situations it brings, which actually are sometimes like death.  As usual, I’ll start with myself.

Even though I wrote the book Broken Heart (which was about my fourth or fifth death) I can honestly say that now I am in a much better place than where I was then, but I AM still evolving.

Today a situation occurred where my response was slightly over the top and sprinkled with a hint of malice and lack of sympathy.  I also posted something on a Facebook page of mine that I am sure had to hurt some people, but the post does not affect me.  It does not affect me because I just don’t have strong feelings in that area….but, that in itself bothers me because I am pretty sure that I should.

When I was younger, I had a father in the home, but he wasn’t that great of a dad in my opinion.  He has apologized for that, however it is too late now.  If anybody in the family reads this, I do not intend for this post to hurt you — I’m just trying to help someone else.

He provided for us as best he could and he stayed in the home, but there was a lack of affection so now as he goes through various illnesses in his old age, I don’t really care like most daughters would, even though many of his not so good qualities were due to the plight of being a black man in America.  I mean how can a man be treated like shit all day and come home all hunky dory?  I know my feelings seem harsh, but as a Pisces child, I so longed for the love of a father that something in me died when I did not get that love and that place in my heart turned to stone.

The Consequences of Death While Still Alive

Following that, in my quest for love, I sought affection from male love interests and did not make the best choices in my desperation.  As a result I suffered and never knew a man’s love because the ones I chose had no clue about how to give it.  Consequently, I realized too late that something had gone horribly wrong…..or maybe it went right, depending on how you look at it.

The things that hurt us most will definitely change us and we’ll eventually stop hurting if we allow ourselves to go through these things.  If you were sexually or physically abused as a child, treated harshly by a spouse, bullied as a youngster, ridiculed for your sexual orientation, made fun of due to your religious beliefs, or experienced anything that left you feeling destroyed, you may have risen from that situation realizing you had changed or hardened in some way.

That change is okay and actually is normal because we all must go through various metamorphoses to get to our end result, I mean who eats vanilla ice cream and birthday cake batter?  The batter must go through the change of becoming a cake!

I have good news for you — it’s okay that you are not the 1970s Hollywood dad or mom, but you do have a responsibility to file down the jagged edges of the newly quarried jewel that you still refer to as your heart.  If as a result of the experiences you endured you are depressed, angry, bitter, evil, etc., please fix this.  The same way you were broken, you need to develop a plan to be put back together again, perhaps differently, but in such a way that you can still positively impact others and like the feelings that it brings.

What Can I Do to Fix My Twisted Heart?

I am not a psychologist, but I will say that in addition to getting therapy from someone who is licensed to provide it, the following may help:

  1. Hang around people who do not have the same issues as you.  You can help each other and they can teach you to see things in a better light (from their healthier point of view) and ‘lend’ you some of their heart in the area where yours was stolen.
  2. Carefully select the media that you feed into your senses, because it should be wealthy as opposed to poor — and by wealthy I mean, nothing missing, nothing lacking and nothing broken.  Too much gangsta rap, porn, gushing blood and gore films, etc., can cause callousness of the heart and indifference.  It’s okay to watch this type stuff every once in a while, but do all things in moderation and balance.
  3. Make a decision to love and practice it by putting yourself in a place where you can see and feel how the love you provide nurtures and is needed and appreciated. You need to reap its rewards early for positive reinforcements in order that you can re-learn to dwell in it.

I wrote the song below when I finally experienced true care from someone, who helped to rebuild my brokenness.  Hopefully it will help you to.

Song:  “Everything’s Alright Now” by Colette Renee with music by smoothbeatsonly.com

If you’d like to download this song, you may do so here:  Colette Renee on Google play

RT

The Purpose of #Pain in #Heartbreak – A Look at Domestic Abuse

I’m sitting here in front of my laptop, wondering what to say to you, but secure in the fact that there is something to be said.  You see I write when I am hurting or happy  — it is a coping mechanism, a mandate which has also turned into a tool for healing myself and others and I have become very secure in the fact that I don’t have to know what to say when I begin typing.

Why Would Anyone Want to Hurt Me?

You are a person that others can come to for help and understanding.  The thing that you would never dream of doing to anyone was done to you and it does not make sense.  Of all the whores in the world, why were you targeted.  Stop.  Wait.   This is about me.  Please excuse my mid-paragraph change from second to first person.  What is it about me that someone would beat down the door to get into to my heart, just to tear it up?  What good could come of this?

Hurt People Hurt People…..Period.

My ex-husband had a very charismatic smile.  To this day, women find him hard to resist and he knows it, believe me he is well aware of it….LOL, except for his teeth are now falling out.  I recall sitting with him during our dating period and listening to horrific stories of childhood abuse by his babysitter when he was as young as three years old, a mother who took drugs and chose abusive men over her children and a father who was not interested in being there.  I decided (in usual Piscean fashion) that I would be the one that would be there for him and prove to him that not all people are that way.  Little did I know what was in store for me, but there was and is a purpose for it all.

Initially I could not understand his passive aggression that he had perfected while living with a very strong-willed Leo mom.  You see, he still felt himself the victim and he was very angry with women and not ready to let go of that anger.  Each time he hurt me, he hurt her.  Each time he hit me, he hit the babysitter.  Each time he abandoned me, he was trying to get his father back for abandoning him.  I was just the scapegoat….an unwilling, unhappy, scapegoat.

It’s Hot in the Oven!

Many of you have read my blog and you know I have a pretty big mouth (LOL) so there were a lot of times that I said what I thought and ended up using extra Revlon ColorStay foundation to cover up the black eye.  As the new me was being sifted, shaken, stirred, poured on, and eventually baked, I sat there like Job in the dust wondering why all of this had happened to me when all I wanted was love and a family.  I had sat down with this man before committing to him and told him clearly what I wanted in a relationship and had sincerely expressed to him that I was looking for something serious, but we did not go through premarital counseling and I did not have a psychology degree.  A professional would have heard his story, asked how he had resolved it and would have warned me that this was not a healed person.  Instead I chose to believe his words, see his smile and signed a contract.  He was the hunter and I was a deer in the woods.

Soon after we were married, I noticed his lack of participation in our relationship.  He had me just where he wanted me….up on a wall like a dart board above a fireplace mantlepiece, with my face morphing into everyone that had ever hurt him.  I had no clue what was going on because they did not teach this in school and weird things started to happen.

The Transformation was Not Cute!

I began to swear and curse….something I had never done before in my life.  I reacted to his actions, but not to his circumstances, which were about 42 years old and much deeper than me.  His heart was stony and when I cried, he laughed because that was a dart through the heart of whichever enemy I was that day — and besides, no one had wiped his tears away as a child so who was I to be comforted.I honestly felt like he was jealous of me….jealous that I had a mother that loved me, jealous that my father had been there all my life, jealous that my sisters and brothers were gainfully employed…and even though none of us were perfect, the jealousy turned into hatred.  The one that I thought would protect me and love me hated me more than anyone else in the world, which makes me, to this day, leery of marriage.I orchestrated a trip for him to meet up with his dad so that they could talk after having been estranged for over 25 years.  We went to his dad’s home, but my ex turned into a little boy and could not get up the nerve to ask his dad the hard questions.  It was a wasted trip.

In the meantime, I began to eat like a Shih Tzu because food was like a drug.  It gave me something to look forward to, put me to sleep, and made me undesirable because I no longer wanted to be attractive to him due to an intense resentment.  Then I shaved my head…..yep…..I shaved my head just like Job.  The good thing about that was everyone else in the world was nice to me because they thought I had the ‘c’ word…and actually I did — him.I remember the nightmares, literal nightmares that I had about him running from me in a crowd as I chased him and called his name.  I would awake crying and in distress because I thought he was supposed to be my husband, whatever the fuck that was.  It was weird.  I also recall nights in the basement, staring in the dark, alone in the oven.  I couldn’t sleep in our room because I just couldn’t.  The marriage was desecrated.  My girlish beliefs were shattered.  I had no where to go, no one to teach me and no heart to hold the lessons.  There was a couch downstairs and it seemed to hug me when I slept on it.  I’d remain there for months listening to meditation tapes to try to fix my mind, while I prayed for help and a thick presence would fill the room, complete me and lull me to sleep.

At the time, I did not know I was being recreated because it is a good possibility that if I had met a wonderful man like Mike Brady and had a loving family I would not have written my first song in 2008 because I would have been too busy baking pies for my sexy husband and planning Thanksgiving dinner with Alice.  The day that I wrote the song “Free” I had finally realized this man had NO INTENTION of trying to make me happy because he was a mysogynist.  I did not know what that word meant,  but I knew there had to be a word for men who hate women and there it was – mysogyny.

I decided to give myself a birthday party one year and he knew it was very important to me so on the day of the party, he refused to come, just to try to hurt me — because his dad had not shown up to any of his birthday parties.  It was like the thought of me being happy pissed him off (remember I represented all of the women he hated) so in a fit of anger, sadness, distrautness and hopelessness, I was like, I need to write a song….yeah I know, but this is what happened.  I was soooooo pregnant (by my baby’s daddy, who’s name was Mr. Pain) that I went to the nearest Guitar Center, purchased a preamp, a mike, and ended up stumbling through Cakewalk software (not user friendly) and writing the following;

Sometimes I want to be free

of the pain surrounding me.

Free to laugh and to smile,

spreading love to every child.

Thinking of reasons to be sweet.

Smiling at the people that I meet.

Sharing with the ones who are in need.

I just want to be free.

It was a silly little song that you can listen to here (Free).  I had no clue what I was doing, but the baby was crowning and that song was just a realization of my pain and a personal profession of my desire to be happy.  I kept thinking we could fix it and I kept trying, which turned into “I Don’t Want Nobody Else” and then getting mad again, which came out as “Somebody Lied”.  Before you know it, Mr. Pain’s baby was born and I had enough material for a friggin album, which my ex hated of course – LOL!!!!!

The realization sat in one day when I picked up his cell phone and read the text message, “Babe I’m home and I miss you.”  That message was not from me. I think the thing that made me so mad was the fact that I had spent so many nights alone wondering what was wrong and why marriage had turned out to be lonelier than being single and then came the songs “Don’t Rain on My Parade” and “New Day”, which completed the album, as well as the books “The Mystic” and “Broken Heart”.  By the way, he abandoned homegirl too.

The Chocolate Cake is Done!

Well guys, I’m not going to tell you that sometimes I don’t cry because sometimes one tear does still fall, but I no longer ball over this broken relationship.  I think the tears still fall because it is sad that people can be so evil or that once you know that people are evil, it can rub off on you.  Even if he crawled back to me on bloodied knees he could never get back in because, as Pink says, he was a tool, but I can tell you one thing:  I have come up with a whole lot of ways to do what I am suppose to do in this Universe ON MY OWN because I do NOT need the Counsel of Elders, the Fates and any other sadistic groups sending any more shit my way to get me to do anything, which is the reason that I am writing this tonight.Some people may ask, “don’t you feel sorry for him?  He needed help?”  My answer is FUCK NO!  There are many people who were abused who didn’t turn out like that.

I don’t know who needs this right now but most times pain is not personal.  People hurt other when they’re angry at someone else.  You are a timeless and eternal soul who will one day be too strong and bright to fit into a human body.  Perhaps the sun in our solar system was once a broken woman who’s pain from abandonment, the loss of a child, the loss of a parent, etc.,  caused her to be consumed to the point where no one could get close to her.  She soon learned that she had to leave her dead behind on the battlefield and help the living.  Now her energy is a ball of fire, fueled by her experiences, and is the center of a solar system and that feeds and nurtures an entire planet, ours!

Make the best decisions that you can and seek professional advice when it is appropriate.  When you feel an odd nudging to do something positive, just do it because you don’t know who it will help.  My hope is that after listening to my music, books or blog posts that someone’s eyes will automatically dry from crying or that they will drum up the courage to seek help and stop hurting others because there is enough room out there for us all to have our own solar systems!

RT

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