Yogan's Journey to Life

So in this blog I am going to be speaking about a Signature of an Expression. For most normal people they won't understand what I EXACTLY will be describing here. So it is something that requires a certain kind of experience with self-forgiveness, with expressions, and understanding how your sound, presence, living words and self-expression INTERACT with yourself, your energies, your reactions etc... The Signature of Expression is this: Screaming Bloody Murder. Let me try describing what I am referring to. So, there is this part of my mind/reactions that I haven't been able to resolve for a while. And I had a moment where I was pushing for my stance/stand of what is best for all and in not allowing these reactions within me. And it reached a point where I accessed this signature of what would be Screaming but at the highest level of "Hatred" or just general loudness. I said WOULD be screaming because I didn't actually scream outloud, but I accessed that Sign...

Father Daughter ‘shot in head’ called 911 after father ‘massacred family’ "A Queens dad massacred his family early this morning, marching from room to room, shooting his two daughters, his girlfriend and her mother in the head before later killing himself, police said." Oh daddy!  So what is the father/dad construct. So I am not speaking about being a father, however if I were a father I would probably live and integrate this father/dad construct because it already exists within me, so it is prepared to enter into position. So then how is the father/dad construct existent within me. Well, believe it or not, I am relating to everyone in certain relationship constructs, here are some examples: Mother -all females that are old enough Sister Friend Girlfriend -all females that are young enough Father  So as you might have observed one of the main point that distinguish whether I treat a female like a mother or like a girlfriend is their a...

My A. saying that he’s the best. I feel angry. I feel my blood rushing through my hands and feet, my heart pulsing. My breath is shallow. I feel like shouting. I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to feel angry. I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to feel my blood rushing through my hands and feet, when I am angry. I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to feel my heart pulsing when I am angry. I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to breathe shallow when I am angry. I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to feel like shouting when I am angry. When and as I see myself feeling angry- I stop and I breathe – I realize that other people do not take anger well- I realize that when I am angry, I don’t really know what I am angry about specifically, I just feel it and act instantly – I realize that I don’t know where my anger comes from- I realize that the adrenaline I feel, is not good for my heart and m...