it’s me ;)

🔥🔥🔥 she’s taking the heat??? 🔥🔥🔥

never!! ;)

🔥🔥🔥 bringing the heat?🔥🔥🔥

always!! ;)

note to self:

hey babe, i’m back!!!! and… i’d like to reintroduce myself. (i know, again.) this one last time, i promise.

Self: meet self.

What the fuck is she talking about?

Well, listeners, spelled lysseners, like Alyssa: it’s me!

photo by jesshi

Yes! I AM ALYSSA!

Alyssa, ME, I AM ,an unapologetically, really sexy, really fun, really hot, really warm, really revolutionary, (if I do say so myself, and I do) appreciative woman.

And, “she,” that’s me, will also allow the “pronouns” we/us. (Thank you Dina!)

It shall be my absolute pleasure to explain. I have officially retired from explaining. So when I do, I kindly ask you all to tune in, respectfully: 🎶

photo by jesshi

My name is Alyssa and this whole “life” thing all started when I was born on 3/16/1989.

3:16, like the Bible as well as Stone Cold Steve Austin.

Even though Triple H and Stephanie raised me, you already know: the “Don’t-Trust-Anybody: that’s the bottom line,” vibes I was born with.

#RealRecognizeReal

It’s Always My Attitude Era. Forever More. 🖤

I’ve got a Britney Spears portrait tattoo on my thigh, also. #StillTheBaddestBitch

That means I was literally born to be one: spiritual, reflective, philosophical, holy badass.

She’s extra cute too ;)

🖤 I AM THE ONE 🖤 who spent most of her life (so far & no more) looking for answers, signs, and love: in all of the wrong places.

In other words, completely and always outside of myself.

🖤 I AM THE ONE 🖤 (only) guilty of assigning my worth to outside accomplishments instead of inner peace.

Also and unfortunately, sharing my love and light with individuals (who proved over and over again) that they never fucking deserved it.

And I refuse to traumatize myself again or any of you to see * that * criteria, since forgiveness is kinda my only jam.

AND, AND, AND:

I AM not special. 🙀🙊😳

I know, I know!! I KNOW ;)

Like all of us, I have survived horrific traumas and atrocities that no human being should ever have had to endure.

That was the part that was always a mystery to me. Like,

How THE HELL could humans treat each other this way?
And why THE HELL?
How could God allow THE HELL?
Is “hell on Earth” really just “free will?”
“Who” would will this HELL?
Did humans “will this HELL ?”
Did we “choose this HELL?”

According to my ex, ~~we “chose” this life~~. My ex had a tattoo across his chest that said “This Is The Life We Choose.”

My ex also had my first and middle name tattooed clear across the entire side of his neck in an effort to save our relationship after cheating on me repeatedly, so… good thing, I DO NOT AND WILL NOT EVER take advice or share wisdom from him.

AND, according to his philosophy, he should definitely take responsibility for HIS choices.

So, I AM absolutely going to let him. (That criteria thing, you lysseners. I promise, he deserves it.)

But okay, wait:

Did *he* choose me? WORST, Did I choose “him”?

Nope. Sure fuckin’ didn’t. I WOULD NEVER!!! AND NEITHER WOULD YOU!!!

Do you hear me? Good.

Have you ever had that feeling? When you look back on your life and say “how THE HELL *did I choose that?***

The TRUTH IS YOU DID NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NONE OF US DID!

“What in the hell is she talking about?”

HELL!! That’s exactly RIGHT. HELL!

You all knew, right?

That “hell” *is where we all just got back from.***

Nope. Not I. It Wasn’t Me. IT WASN’T ME.

I did not choose him.

I NEVER WOULD HAVE CHOSEN THAT PAIN OR SUFFERING FOR MYSELF.

And for all of you: it was NOT YOU! You each did not CHOOSE the HELL you had experienced in your lives either. Promise!

Unlike this song, which is about another lying, cheating, unaccountable partner, I was not Shaggy.

And, before I go on any further, “YOU”, who you really are, did not choose your abusive ex or mean partner who hurt you who did not love you properly either.

So please, I COMMAND IT: take the time RIGHT NOW if you have not already: allow ME the PLEASURE to give yourself permission, if you have previously refused to give it to yourself:

SET YOURSELF FREE: YOU DID NOT “CHOOSE” THE PAIN AND SUFFERING. IT WAS NEVER YOUR FAULT!

YOUR TRAUMA CHOSE! NOT YOU. YOUR TRAUMA.

Which, your trauma, is also something that someone ELSE, ALSO gave to you.

WE ALL inherited trauma.

This is not the divine inheritance that was ever meant for you, or any human.

So okay, maybe, because you’re here that means you’re a good human and have done the healing work and taken accountability.

SO, you think you’re guilty of re-gifting the pain and trauma (we will get to both “thinking” and “guilt” later).

re-gifting the pain and trauma was also not your “choice.”

A mistake. A BIOLOGICAL ONE (I CAN PROVE & WILL SHARE THE MATH AND SCIENCE) THAT YOU HAD NO EDUCATION OR CONTROL OF!

WE ARE FREE AND CLEAR OF THE FEELING OF GUILT AND SHAME!!!

I was never Shaggy in that music video and I was never Shaggy in Scooby Doo.

I did however look a lot like Velma, with my haircut and glasses growing up.

And, I had no idea, like Velma, I was out in these streets solving mysteries.

Not just any mysteries! I was solving the BIGGEST mysteries EVER! Like, all of life’s.

I knew I AM good, I just didn’t know how good ;)

It shall not be my job, instead my greatest joy, to share all of those discoveries with all of us. 🖤

The greatest mystery of all-that shockingly took me the longest to solve, was exactly that: how all of this was not actually my fault. OR YOURS!

I do not usually blame or shame. I do my best to choose appreciation in almost 100% of circumstances. Why:

Blame means you suck. Shame means I suck. Appreciation means, “that sucked” and we can learn from it, so it does not happen again.

Well, “that” meaning “life:” does not have to suck AT ALL!!!!!!! EVER AGAIN!!!!!!!! AND IT WILL NOT. PROMISE ;)

clocked.

HOWEVER, the original responsibility, for life’s greatest mystery, must be assigned. Responsibility must go TO IT’S RIGHTFUL PLACE so “it” will never happen to anyone else again.

“It” meaning “the hell” we all just went through together!

WELL, ‘LYSS, WHO THE F#CK DUN IT?

Fingerprints, blood, DNA were everywhere. No one was framed. I promise.

It was all thanks to MISCOMMUNICATION.

FALSE TRUTHS.

First, miscommunication with our own bodies, meaning ourselves.

Then, miscommunication with each other, and each other’s bodies.

What ruined EVERYTHING?

How did HELL happen?

IT WAS ALL THANKS TO:

THE BAD KIND! THE BAD KIND! THE BAD KIND!

HOW THE HELL DO WE FIX IT:

SEX DRUGS AND ROCK & ROLL!!!

THE GOOD KIND! THE GOOD KIND!

Yes! Sex, drugs, and rock and roll, THE GOOD KIND really do make everything better!

IMMEDIATELY!

This knowledge has set me free.

I would like to give that great gift to all of us.

It is not just my job, it is my joy to share the truth with all of us.

This is the purpose of this safe and sacred place.

My little corner booth on the internet. I so love the corner booth, they’re my favorite.

So! My name is Alyssa, and my birthday is 3/16.

John 3:16 and Matthew, Mark, & Luke and may have taught some helpful lessons to you guys AND they were complicated right? Hard to read and understand? Worded like you needed a master’s degree in a foreign language and a lifetime to decipher them? Come on, I AM THE ONLY ONE! You didn’t think that it was too complicated, too? Just me? JUST ME.

And, as, since life itself has been a real mystery school, schooling me in lessons that I only and always learned the hard way, I require something more digestible.

Easier to understand.

From my own lived experience, which psychologically and somatically (which just means in your brain and in your body), is the only way proven any of us really “learn.”

“Learn”requires neural pathways, places in your brain, which means automatic responses in your brain. It’s like breathing. Something you do not have to think about.

We want to do all things right the first time so we do not hurt ourselves and we can. That’s how life and our bodies were designed. YES, I will show you.

True or false: no matter how many times your friends or family tried to warn you, you chose your own choice and learned your own lesson, right?

That’s right.

So, this will be a series of “Alyssa 3:16” “lessons”, but Alyssa Three Sixteen, because I’m gonna spell everything out for all of us.

And the good news? The lessons are already learned, by all of us, actually.

So this is not a final exam where as humans we graduate from the miscommunications that feel like hell to the clarity that feels like heaven.

Instead, imagine it as being given the answer key to self-grade your own final exam, and realizing that you earned a 100%.

Because if you’ve made it here after everything you’ve been through, (Here, I AM grading on a curve) and I AM giving us permission to say, A+ for EVERYONE!

We all deserve it!! We all deserve it!! We all deserve it!! We all deserve it!!

So first, we’re going to rewind the tapes to all the “mistakes” we’ve made with the wrong sex, wrong drugs, and wrong rock and roll. Then, we shall erase the mistakes and the memories. Permanently.

Tape right over them like a cassette so no one can ever be haunted or remember them ever again.

now back to our regularly scheduled programming

Is my age showing with the cassette tapes? Who am I kidding, I don’t age. ;)

And, I don’t usually use the “right” and “wrong” label things. But this shit was wrong on every level.

HELL NEVER HAD TO EXIST IN OUR BODIES OR ANYONE ELSE’S.

So like Usher, we’ve gotta LET IT BURN. And like Seth Rollins, we’ve gotta BURN IT DOWN!!!

So let’s start with the mystery audio books, and then we’ll move onto my favorite kinda movies…

As a child, musicals were my favorite. As a grown up, rock and roll documentaries are more my thing. Same difference?

I appreciate you for being here. For reading. For listening. From the bottom of my heart, depths of my soul, and all the love in my heart for all we’ve all experienced!

For all we all are, and all we will all become, together.

This human shit is not for the weak of heart.

And, this human shit is also the most fun any of us will ever have.

Does this mean we’re here? Are we having fun yet?

Lysseners, I ~~think~~ we are. NO MORE THINKING!

I KNOW WE ARE. I KNOW. WE KNOW. I KNOW. YOU KNOW!

I do. We do! WE DO! We did!

It’s already done.

amen. ⚜️

don’t be fooled by the rocks that i got…i’m still, i’m still ‘lyssa from the block

-it’s me. xxx ;)

"life:" AS/is, {a mystery school???}

🔥🔥🔥 she’s taking the heat??? 🔥🔥🔥

🔥🔥🔥 bringing the heat?🔥🔥🔥

always!! ;)