I hear this in so many places these days. But … but … how do I DO that, pray tell?
SINGING MY WAY OUT of the SWAMP – © LYON 2026
I was told to think of our human vibrations, or frequencies, like a radio dial. An old-timey one, you know? Where you can see where the needle is on the face of the dial.
Tune into low vibes, like rage, hatred, stealing, lying, cunning, deception … and what do you get?
Low human frequencies. Right?
Tune into the FM stations and you get joy and love and laughter and kindness and generosity and ease and prosperity … add your own here: ___________ .
Trouble is this: every time I wonder if I’m ‘raising my frequencies,’ I get into self-judgement.
Like, I tend to cuss a lot. Not big ugly cussing with nasty dirty words or intention. But little ones, like dammit! Or shit! Or F – well, you know.
So each time I catch myself doing that, I try to change them, Like, dammit to blessit. Or shit to ohhh darnnn, with a funny slant to my inside voice.
But lemme tellya, there are times I pretty well want to cuss! Is that such a bad thing?
Is it worse to cut off my true feelings and try try try to shift to goody-two-shoes mode, than actually saying the cuss words?
Today I gave up.
It’s too much work and takes too much attention to keep trying to ‘be good.’
I decided to be true to me, and if I want to say dammit, dammit, I shall. No self-judgement. I can always bless whatever it is afterwards.
Because I think getting all tangled up in ‘trying’ is worse than Being my True Self. And if whoever the Powers that Be are don’t like my vibratory rate, well, too bad.
I believe that if we have truly UP intentions, little slip ups like that don’t matter.
I think that, in the long run, it’s about who you are, what you’re about, how you express, how you contribute, how you love, and that you do it all to your best ability.
If we get hung up in ‘am I good enough? Am I doing it right? Am I worthy?’ it becomes a horrible mire of self-condemnation. I think that’s worse than the low vibes.
I say, just be outspoken and true to your feelings, and if you slip a few cussies out there, so what?
So there.
Dammit!
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SINGING MYSELF OUT OF THE SWAMP
© Angela Treat Lyon 2026
This drawing is an ode to Alice. If you lived through the beautiful celebratory years in the 60s, you’ll know exactly what I mean. Feed your head!