The Polygamist's Daughter

Stories, Reflections and Conclusions of Life on the Inside


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Learning to Love my Enemies

As a little girl I could not understand what it meant to love my enemies.

Growing up I was often told and retold the stories and teachings of Jesus One of the most difficult teachings for me to grasp until several years ago was the teaching of “love your enemies and pray for those who spitefully use you…” I found it nearly impossible to comprehend how to go about loving my enemies. And why on earth would I pray for those who used me? I barely knew how to love my family and friends, and certainly didn’t love myself. Loving my enemies was beyond my intellectual and emotional grasp.

After an experience in my kitchen a few years ago, an experience which changed my life forever, I get it.

I was given the gift of feeling what love really is. It isn’t an emotion, it is energy in motion. It is the God force energy that exists in all things, even me. I finally understood that I am love. I am divine love. I am one with God – the energy of love. It is the stuff I am made of and all things are made of. It is the glue that binds all things and beings together. Every leaf, blade of grass, flowers and wind, my heart and yes, even those who I may have once seen as my enemy, are the embodiment of love.

There is nothing that isn’t love! We just can’t see it through fear-full perceptions.

So, what does it mean to love your enemy and pray for those who spitefully use you? It means to recognize that YOU are the source of love. When you love your enemy, you see them through the eyes of love. When you pray for those who spitefully use you, you want their spite to be healed. That is the Christ Consciousness of love and understanding. That is the love that God has for all of us.

It breaks my heart when I hear of people praying for God to destroy President Obama or casting spells on President Trump. Seriously? That’s the opposite of everything Jesus stood for. Jesus knew and tried to impress upon his followers that we are all one with Love.

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Until next time, Be Bold, Fearless and Free!


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The Chosen Path

“Perhaps our path is not the one we are given. Perhaps our path is the one that we choose.” Mega Mind

pathMany of the kid’s movies emerging the past few years are teaching our youth that they are the creators of their reality and that they choose the direction their lives take. It is so refreshing to see that we are empowering children to make conscious choices rather than assuming someone or something else has it all planned out for them.

I remember as a child feeling like I was a pawn in God’s cruel game and that I had no choice how my life unfolded because it was all already planned for me. When people hurt me it was God’s will and part of His plan for me. The God I was taught to believe in was like the abusive parent who hurts His children and then expects to be loved even in the abuse. In my eyes, God was like my own father who would say, “I’m hurting you for your own good.”

Forced obedience to a relentlessly punishing father isn’t the same as unconditional love.  It is fear disguised as love.

Now I can see that free-will-choice is our ultimate freedom and as such we are the creators, co-creators and inter-creators of our lives. Every choice we make affects every other being on the planet and in that way we are all one. As much as we try to separate ourselves from ourselves as creators, and separate ourselves from each other, we cannot. Even when we give blame or credit to someone or something else, even God, we are all still creating. We are all choosing the direction our lives take, individually as well as collectively.

We are the creators of our reality and our paths are the paths we choose.

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Getting Stoned

For me, getting stoned has a completely different frame of reference than it probably does for most people. It really has to do with being stoned. 

I almost never remember my dreams but this one stuck with me. I had a dream last night about a young giraffe. It had done something wrong and was standing in the dirt and tied to a tall Palm tree unable to move. A group of men were standing around it and throwing rocks at it to punish it for what it had done. In the dream I stood off to the side watching helplessly. I thought to myself, “That poor giraffe, I wonder how it feels not knowing why people are throwing rocks at it.” Then a voice in my head said, “You know exactly how it feels, remember.”

Then I woke up and realized that I was the giraffe. A memory from my childhood young_giraffe_on_white_background_600came flooding back. I recall I was around eleven years old. Some people called me a giraffe because of my long, thin neck. 

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