What do you want to be when you grow up...

Forgive me. I had to cut the top it was too personal to post. Please enjoy the rant.

I however, have no hidden agenda. I am face value. I am a rarity. I have gotten hurt many times before because of it. But with my odd type of crazy, that every woman in my family has been gifted, I am insane enough to continue being the wild free-spirited person I am. I am a rarity that preserves no matter the emotional or sexual abuse I’ve experienced in my lifetime.

So when I act. I act with love and compassion of humans; unfortunately impulsively. Because that’s what I want (love and compassion), and that’s what I need. Frankly, I want to change the world, and it’s the dreamer in me that thinks that I can. But to first change the world you have to be the change in the world.

I know I should be scared walking out at night, at people’s houses that I don’t know, people at my house, getting into a strangers’ car to go somewhere I’ve never been. It is never been okay for a pretty skinny white girl to go where the wind takes her because it is “too dangerous”.

While I see the statistics, and I myself have gotten hurt over these things… I won’t stop. Because to stop would mean society has won in breaking my spirit. The night may not have been awesome, but I could’ve ended up somewhere where I was in a position to help someone that needed me. If I want the world to change, I have to be change. I have to be that one NOT shitty person with a hidden agenda. If enough people experience that, they are given hope. Hope has the ability to change the world.

Its not that I love you wholly, because I do. But I have a love for the potential this world could be. And I want to have an impact on it not just as a teacher… but a minor statistic that creates a butterfly effect that can change the world’s future outcome. I want to be the person that buys the person a meal that needs it, a mentor at a bar after your divorce papers went through, a voice of reason in a life decision, someone to tell you look beautiful, someone to tell you to get your shit together. These things can come from strangers, we’ve just forgotten and become so guarded that we are no longer a community. We have lost our hope in humanity.

I want to restore that hope, maybe not completely. But maybe, if I inspire enough people in my lifetime to inspire more people in their lifetime, there will become a nation of people who are genuine, compassionate, and fucking give a shit.

Time is of the Essense

I've been described as purposeful,
I feel it is true I work hard because of one underlying fear of wasting time.

Time is a gift.
As finite as our days  with a star we know as our sun.

Time is a force to fear.
Time is a greater force than death can ever be.
Because even a strong force such as death is dictated by an even greater force, time.
More things are effected by time; they can crumble.
Yet many things can flourish in the same amount of time.

I always have a fear I won't have enough time.
Time in the day, time with my family,
time on this planet to achieve a goal I've set forth.
If without purpose, time will run out before you've completed your soul....

The Heart Beat of Life

WE take our breaths for granted

Every particle of air we breath to exasperate our first world problems

We take breaths- but how many do we utilize?

Teach a lesson, smile, laugh….

Yes, there are moments that take our breath away

But to what degree do we use every breath of life to its fullest…

Do we realize that every breath we take is piece of happiness the dead doesn’t know?

as you meditate, every breath should fill you with happiness…

bring you peace,

bring appreciation that a higher being has allowed you to take another sip of life-

WE take our breaths for granted by inhaling toxins that somehow make our psyche feel better about our moment of stress…

Trivial meaning our breaths have,

We believe our lives are a linear motion,

on the contrary our lives resemble that of a heartbeat

 Moments of happiness coupled

with moments of despair and utter disappointment.

As we grow old,

 we can only hope gain the wisdom

understanding that all good things come with bad,

but above all- all good things must come to an end

Like a linear line that has lost its slope- our lives flat-line and become undefined

We have the power to define our lives.

With every breath we take.

The Fourth Dimension

I haven't known what to talk about,
I've been a little blank....
I apologize again for not writing.

Going along...
I talked to my dad the other day about his beliefs in god/religions.
To say that I am like my dad is an underestimate when it comes to this topic. He put things into words I didn't know how to and I would like to share!

When I am asked about my religious beliefs, I have nothing to say to.
Whether it is my stubborn heart, or my open mind,I don't believe in God in the traditional way.
When talking to my dad, he mentioned his belief of the fourth dimension.

This fourth dimension is where supernatural things/feelings can come from. This dimension to me is unfathomable. Basically, it is all that man cannot comprehend. It has it's own unique laws of "nature". It is the unspoken force bonds between people, the karma that is experienced in a lifetime, and the paranormal phenomena. Phenomena which is inexpiable that often people turn to religion towards for answers.

In math terms, We are X and the physical world we live is Y. But the fourth dimensions is Z, which is represented by infinite possibilities and imaginary numbers. The typical agnostic who doesn't believe in a higher power would simply believe that only two variables control their life. People (x) and the physical world around them (Y). I was this person. I never believed in "fourth dimension". Ghosts were always real to me, but I hadn't put any more thought into what that meant to me spiritually.

I never put more thought into it.Until my mother moved to the Virgin Island. My mother is thousands of miles away. I was experiencing really intense anxiety, then had a bad dream about my mom. The dream signaled me to call her and make sure she was okay. Needless to say, my mother had been in a bad situation at the same time I was experiencing anxiety. How does that feeling occur? How can you feel something is wrong with a loved one thousands of miles away? You can call it a bond between mother and child or you can call it a gut feeling; any justification as to how or why I had anxiety for my mother it is inexplicable. It was a force of nature in the realm of the 4th dimension.

Now that I sound like a psycho...Who believes in the fourth dimension that encompasses all of the inexplicable supernatural phenomena of psychic connections, spiritual beings, and karma (which is actually an idea from Hinduism... I don't take credit for, but yes it is a doctrine of a religion.) I hope that you read this with an open mind, and an open heart. I hope you understand I mean no offense to anyone who practices religion, or frankly has a different set of beliefs than I. We all live our own lives.


Because striving for perfection for a lifetime is exhausting,
Brooke Danae
In case you were wondering...A psychic is someone who can pull information from the 4th dimension; a ghost is simply someone who can communicate to the 3rd dimension from the 4th.

I Apologize For Falling Off the Planet

The last couple weeks I have avoided paper because my thoughts were all about my grandma and were weighing heavy on my heart. I apologize for the break. It is my goal to write once a week.

Now that I am back on the planet. I am gonna blog/talk to you about random thoughts I think.

I'm a Texan girl. But my dream is to live on a Caribbean island with bright blue water and white sand. Everyone that knows TEXAS, knows these are NOT TEXAS BEACHES (although, they are still nice). I often daydream about the day I get off the plane to my new home. Although, there are some things I am gonna miss that are here (my home) but not there.

Tex-Mex

I have to mail my mother taco bell sauce. My mother's undying love for taco bell, is ridiculous.To say like mother like daughter, would be an understatement. It even endured the morning sickness with her pregnancy with me. In a way, Taco Bell has bonded itself into my cells. Making it REQUIRED for my survival!

Sweet Tea

I hate when other places say they have sweet tea. You order their "sweet" tea, put a straw in it, only to feel a cool breeze on your tongue that is ONLY SWEETENED TEA I don't want SWEETENED TEA I want SWEET TEA. I don't want my sugar ratio 1/10 to tea. I want it like half sugar, half tea. Everyone (I speak for Texans) knows how to make good sweet tea.

BIG Hair

uh, I don't know small hair. At least I can say Texas doesn't use aqua-net anymore. But we do like Aussie(:

Cowboy Boots

JOKE! HA, Got You! You thought this was gonna be like every other Texas Girl blog and mention cowboy boots and sundresses...I still don't own a pair.

Well, this is sad. I get half-way through writing this blog, and I can't think of any things I am gonna miss. You would think this list was longer. But my spirit is a traveling one.

Because striving for perfection for a lifetime is exhaustin',

Brooke Danae

Barber Shop Talk

Women at the Hair Salon: Complicated Hair Order
Men: On average, two words.

I thought I knew everything about the bro-code. I consider myself to be much bro, so when I learn something new about the male species I am AMAZED.

This week I learned Man-Codes for hair-cuts. My father explained, so if this is a little old school I apologize.

The Crew Cut

The Flat-Top

The Chilli Bowl

The High & Tight

SO PAUSE. MEN have a standard name for their cut? Even when I explain what I want at the salon, they don't do it right or they take too much off. No wonder all these years we have not been allowed to go into a "barber shop". They don't want women to over-run the shops because barbers only need two word instructions instead of a written and illustrated example of what women want there hair to look like.  

After doing more research, these last hair cuts are more recent hair codes for a male haircut.

Boy Band (pre-millennial)

Boy Band Current- any variation of this

My Personal Favorite: The Mullet Flat-Top

Sometimes I wish I had the simplicity of a man at the barber shop.

I wonder if I go into the barbershop and ask for "The Miley" if they will know what I want.

**Tongue not included

Striving for Perfection for a lifetime is exhausting,

Brooke Danae

Cheers to Miswired Human Beings

I've said I want to live my life with more heart rather than with logic.

Because no matter what decision you make on a feeling can not be invalid.

No one can invalidate your feelings. 

Make you feel smaller because you feel differently than another person.

You feel differently, because we all fucking think differently.

We often put line between a woman and a man.

When really the line should be between EVERY person!

We all have different thoughts.

And we all different feelings because of the way we interpret out thoughts.

Let T represent thoughts, and F represent feelings. See the following equation:

T=F(T)

However that fucked up math works of millions of neurons working in our brain, you can see that your feelings are dependent on your thoughts, the way you think, and especially your PERCEPTION.

I'm going to go into a "controversial" subject (which I don't know how because from my stand point what the hell?). Why is being gay not legally recognized? How could it be wrong to love? Because of the way you think, you don't understand the way we think?

I've just explained how impossible it is to think the exact same as another person.

To think the EXACT same as someone else, 

You would have to have their same perception, same thought process, 

to create the same thoughts which then would give the same feelings 

IF you had the same way of interpreting thoughts into emotion.

As soon as you meet these requirements, please continue to tell me being gay is wrong.

You can not invalidate an emotion.

DO NOT invalidate homosexual love, because you love with a different fucking thought process.

We are not any less, and we are not anymore.

To help with your interpretation of how I see it. I am trying to illustrate there is nothing different about the gay vs. straight love. Love rings true in the heart of the beholder, saying is not right but hey I am not BUDDHA.

Those feelings are nothing less than heterosexual feelings.

Simply Valid Feelings.

We are ALL (whether gay or straight) mis-wired human beings, because there isn't a "norm" established.

Besides our IDEA of what we THINK normal is. 

CHEERS HUMANITY: MISWIRED HUMAN BEINGS

Here's the song that made me want to talk about the miswired human beings:

(I like to share my discoveries in music)

Because staying sane is impossible,

Brooke Danae