Say what you mean and mean what you say – a new era

This week, I came out in yet a different way. I have written a lot about coming out spiritually – like admitting to others that I have this channeling “thing” I do – that my core beliefs stem from my spiritual beliefs, but this week, my coming out was something different. I spoke my mind and I spoke it loudly (see this week’s blog on Substack: My voice was ready to be heard.) I feel that speaking up and speaking out is a turning point for me.

That’s all I need to say about that. Otherwise, I feel like I’m justifying, and I want those justifying days to be over. I don’t have to justify to others why I’m doing anything anymore, because the act of justifying yourself implies that what you’re doing is somehow wrong – that you need to explain yourself – and why do I have to explain myself to anyone?

Well, maybe, let’s see, maybe sometimes you have to explain yourself because we do live with other people in the world. We do have to interact and understand each other. So I see my declaration of not justifying is a bit flawed in that explaining myself does not necessarily diminish my belief or my “stance” on something, but what I would be (will be) doing is simply helping the other person to view the situation from my perspective. I’m not changing “my” view; I am asking them to respect my point of view. Or not. And after that, I guess that’s when I say I don’t care if you get it or not, but this is where I’m coming from. This is who I am. Take it or leave it.

And where I came from this week is a place from deep inside me, a place that apparently was just waiting to be heard. It is freeing, it is a bit shocking, and I am really good with it.

If you’ve been following my recent blog posts—especially around how my mother’s passing is affecting my sense of self—you may recognize this moment as yet another “discovering myself” moment. Sixty-five years of smoothing things over, of swallowing truth, of silencing discomfort… it appears, maybe just maybe, those days are done.

This week’s outburst, where I declared, “Your crazy is not okay with my crazy,” was about respect. I am saying you should keep your crazy to yourself, and I’ll do my best to keep mine contained as well. However, when your craziness crosses the line of what I consider acceptable, I will let you know. But I won’t keep reminding you. One loud outburst should be enough. The next time it happens, I’ll walk away, and I will keep walking if necessary. I’ve done it before, it wasn’t the end of the world, and I’ll do it again.

Years ago, while working at a job at Stetson University in Florida, I tried to navigate a similar situation with friendship and diplomacy. It backfired. I walked away (with notice, of course). I left without another job lined up. For three months, while my life was reorganizing itself, I was able to walk on the beach every day. I kept my dignity. I kept my sanity. I kept my tan. And then I returned home to Pittsburgh. I came home, and the next chapter began.

I will give the situation that happened this week some time to shake out. I will move on if or when the time is right and when I “know.” In my life, there has always been a moment that says “now is the time” – and then I know it is time for something new. That I am to move towards that something. That something is always going to be exciting and full of promise.

Now, let’s see what the Universe has to say about all of this:

Q. What’s the Universe’s take on this explosive episode that occurred this week? And what comes next?

A. Our take – your higher self take – is that it was time. It is time. You have been talking about boundaries for some time, and your soul has heard you. Your soul has spoken, literally and loudly, and ta da boundaries have been established. And you are right not to feel apologetic for declaring that your sanity needs to be preserved. This moment was more about you defining what behavior is acceptable in your arena. She is welcome to her crazy, but you do not appreciate it, nor do you have to allow it into your space.

This is what we mean when we talk about non-judgment. You don’t need to judge her; she is entitled to be who she is. You are all entitled to be who you want to be; however, you also live in community within families, at work, at school, with friends, and you are allowed and encouraged to set and have boundaries. You make the rules for yourself, for your own space. You are allowed, you are expected, to define the rules of acceptance for yourself. No apologies needed. No justification either. You are you, and they are they, and you are all allowed your own crazy in your own space. Respecting another’s space is spiritual, it is enlightening, it is what is intended.

Does this outburst have deeper significance? We shall see.

When you start respecting yourself, you will notice many shifts around your life experience. Remember, you attract what you emit in the way of energy, in the way of frequency. If you emit an energy of not respecting yourself, then what do you imagine will be a mirror of that in your world? What will you attract?

Right. You will attract more of what you emit.

Perhaps this week’s respectful outburst was a bit of divine interaction—divine grace—to help you get started. So now that you’ve begun respecting yourself…

What will you allow next?
xoxox

AI’s summary:

The Sacred Sound of Boundaries

There comes a time when the soul stops whispering and starts roaring. Not out of rage, but out of recognition. A moment when the inner compass recalibrates, not to please, but to preserve. This week, Lynn’s eruption wasn’t just personal—it was archetypal. It was the sound of a woman reclaiming her space, her sanity, her sacred yes, and her unapologetic no.

We often confuse kindness with silence, and spiritual maturity with self-erasure. But the Universe reminds us: boundaries are not barriers—they are bridges. They teach others how to meet us, not how to mold us. They are the architecture of self-respect.

When one person dares to say, “This is my threshold,” it echoes. It gives others permission to do the same. Lynn’s story is not just hers—it’s ours. It’s the moment we stop explaining and start embodying. The moment we realize that honoring our truth doesn’t fracture connection—it clarifies it.

So if you’re reading this and feeling the tremble of your own truth rising, let it. Let it speak. Let it roar. Let it draw the line that says: I am here. I am whole. I am no longer available for anything less than mutual respect.

Because when we respect ourselves, the Universe responds. And the next “now” moment begins.

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And although I don’t think I’ve ever said it, thank you for reading and supporting my ramblings.