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My Garden of Eden Fetish and a Chat with a Lover of Birds

I am officially a conspiracy theorist.

I was telling my mom about how they make down today. She was like, I had no idea. I was like, yeah, I know, it’s like a conspiracy, isn’t it? They try to keep it hidden from us. She was like, yeah I guess so.

Yay she agreed.

Think of all the stuff they try to keep hidden.

The average person has not the slightest inkling where milk comes from and what happens to the baby calves. If you told them the true story about where dairy comes from well, it’s so horrifying they probably wouldn’t even believe it. No one knows. HA! It’s hilarious! And yet not, obviously.

I remember I used to think maybe I would have a dairy farm one day because you could be around animals but didn’t have to kill any.

You do though. It’s crazy.

The average person has no idea animals are even “people”.

What a twisted web it is.

Anyway, today I went out for my attempted daily walk to catch some rays.

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Around a bend I saw tons of birds lining this railing.

I walked closer and a woman, who looked possibly homeless but was very stylishly dressed, was feeding the birds.

Seagulls were swarming in the air. Canadian geese, ducks and pigeons flocked below.

It was the most beautiful thing I have seen all year maybe. The sun was coming through their feathers. It was like a painting from the bible.

Their calls in the air, the color of the white feathers–I don’t even know what it was but it was an almost deja vu esque experience where I felt I had seen it in a dream or something. It was exactly like I remembered it, like angels.

It reminded me of something. Maybe the feeling of the most beautiful art I have ever made…or seen.

It was so beautiful. I thought about 1. how lucky these birds were that they were free. And 2. how we look down on them so much when really they are the most beautiful amazing creatures.

I stood there watching and then eventually started talking to the woman.

She had escaped from kosovo. She came here with nothing, no money and she didn’t speak English. She told me that she “never forget” what it was like to be hungry and so for years she had been coming every day to feed the birds. She told me they come all the way from New Jersey on the opposite side of the hudson river every day to wait for her. She is the only one who feeds them in the winter and they have nothing to eat except grass if there isn’t snow. She told me she used to have dreams when she was younger about being a bird and flying with wings on her back and she had always loved birds and animals. She was like people think I’m the crazy bird lady, but I don’t care.

An animal lover like me.

We had a good chat.

It made me think about something I have been thinking about recently.

How a city is like this total bastardization of nature like you might see in a sci-fi movie that’s supposed to take place in the future.

For example, there is this sculpture in the park. It looks like an engagement ring but there’s an apple on the top.

One lone apple in a metal setting, in a gray concrete city, a city that should be full of apple trees. I saw a Poland Spring truck with a picture of evergreen trees and a babbling stream on it. It was like an optical illusion of the Garden of Eden on the back of a gray truck.

There are cabbages growing underneath the twig like trees that line the streets. The trees just seemed so scrawny and pitiful and it was funny to me that the cabbages were just decoration and no body knew that we should be eating that cabbage.

I guess it is like this Garden of Eden fetish I have. We should be naked bathing in a waterfall lol eating fruit from the orchards and playing with the animals.

I guess that makes me a hippie? But I already knew that lol.

You know what’s really cool, since as you may know, pole dancing is my hobby, I now have the upper body strength to scale trees, and did so today on my walk before I met the Bird Lady. I think I could create a sport, tree poling though it would probably be really dangerous. I’m all set to live in nature.

Now where is my fruit orchard and my tropical paradise.

Handstand

There is this woman on instagram, Ellen Fisher.

She and her husband live in Maui with their adorable baby (he’s probably about 1) Elvis. They are both raw vegan fruitarians. I read an interview with her about how she became a raw vegan/fruitarian to cure her health problems and her skin. Her husband joined her. She was like “most people probably think our lives are incredibly boring because we don’t drink, go out to eat ever, drink coffee or do anything, but we love our lives. We have gained so much athletic ability and we just hang out with elvis and go to the beach all day.” Maja paraphrasing there, but her instagram is all photos of them hanging out on the beach in Maui together and eating fruit. (her youtube)

That sounds so great.

I’d give up pole dancing, clubbing, restaurants, cultural events, and getting drunk for that. I just would be sad to leave my family who all live in nyc.

I saw this thing on a blog lately that was a picture of a girl, a boy, and a dog and it said You, Me and the Dog.

Yeah, I get that.

peonies

(pictures from my life inspiration board on pinterest. Kind of a creepy name, lol, but oh well)

 

Thoughts on Freedom

I listened to this audiotape today from a dating guru. She is the archenemy of The Millionaire Matchmaker, Patti Stanger, because this person is a real matchmaker, whereas Patti is …insane.

The dating guru (April Beyer is her name) has an audio series you can buy called Smart, Sexy, Soulful dating. I held out for months (reading her blog) but finally was like I need to know the secrets.

I listened to them today.

The first secret seemed to be… basically everyone is hiding themselves and that is ruining their love life. You don’t have to change yourself, you just have to stop pretending to be something you’re not, hiding who you are, or not being upfront about who you are. You could be the perfect match for someone but no one would ever know, because you won’t reveal your true self.

She made it seem like if you don’t stop hiding who you are, you will never find love.

Is there anything more motivating then “do what I say or you will never find love”?

lol.

Tonight I decided to post an artsy picture I had made with tons of photo filters …of me pole dancing on instagram. It took me like an hour to think about if I should post it. Then my hand did it for me. But then five minutes later, I had second thoughts and I decided to delete it.

pole dancing 2

Then I thought about how April Beyer said that if you don’t reveal who you are, you will never find love.

Damn.

I decided NOT to delete it.

In that moment I had a thought.

I was like, I really want to just never think about the whole army of possibly disapproving instagram followers again.

Once and for all, I just wanna

LIVE FREE.

I felt like I could delete it, and always think about what everyone might think of me…over and over…with every step I take. Every breath I take…every move I make…

Or I could just never think about it again.

Break through that invisible curtain of whispering voices.

And just

Be free from it all.

Do what I want.

Never think about offending someone with who I am again.

April Beyer says, my love life depends on it, which is I know what gave me the sudden motivation.

I gotta find love one day.

Have you ever heard this quote:

“One should as a rule respect public opinion in so far as is necessary to avoid starvation and to keep out of prison, but anything that goes beyond this is voluntary submission to an unnecessary tyranny, and is likely to interfere with happiness in all kinds of ways.”

― Bertrand Russell

I feel like I kind of had a realization tonight.

It’s really important to not listen to anyone’s opinion but your own.

That’s my feeling.

Listen to one well meaning person, and your dreams are crushed.

I feel at some point we all need to take a stand and decide to be “you” no matter what anyone else says.

Maybe your stuff you create will suck, but at least some person will be able to find your body of work and perhaps laugh at the irony of how hard you’re trying and how bad your stuff is—and they’ll appreciate you for that.

I know I would.

Is this about animal rights? Not really.

But I guess it’s about Freedom. And so is animal rights.

Thanks to “seeing the ghosts”, freedom became one of my values, and deeply meaningful to me.

Now I understand–To enslave anything is repulsive. Many don’t see that animals are still enslaved.

But are you still enslaved? Are you truly free?

To be truly free you have to make the decision to be who you are and do what you want to do.

You have to stop caring about what others think.

Maybe that is the final step to being truly free.

What do you guys think?