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Love Conditional

The Problem is not that there is no Love, but that it is Love that comes with conditions

I love people and people know this. I say it often. I show it all the time. I let folks know the truth of me by letting them know that no matter what, the truth of them according to me is that they are Love, that they deserve to be Loved, and that they are at least worthy of Unconditional Love by me and by people like me.
There is so much in this lifetime that we have issues with, so much that we know is not appropriate according to who we are and what we each and independently stand for that we barely recognize Love when it is the truth of us.

Love is the Truth of Us

It is true – Love is indeed the very truth of us. It is the reason that we are each here, and it is the reason that we do the things that we do, not only for ourselves but also for the people in our lives who are the closest to us. Love becomes not only what and who we are when we show those closest to us that this is our truth, but Love becomes who and what we are in regards to other people. We know this, and if we don’t know this, then there are people reading this who know this truth now and this truth now is that yes, you are also Love.

My only thought about how it is that we go about no longer knowing that we are Love is that somewhere in the history of us each, there was at least one person who was willing to make us prove to them that we were worthy of their love. When we have to prove to someone else that we are worthy of their truth in Love and we are hurt and we feel like we have to work for their Love, that is not Love, it is a condition.

It is a condition that we must adhere to and it is a condition that if we do not adhere to it, we will be, by the very energy that we are being given by these people, be given something that is there and is something that scars our soul by snuffing the light of our Spirit. Placing conditions on Love hurts us, hurts other people, makes us all feel like somehow we have to keep up with an ideal – someone else’s ideal- of what Love is. And we expect people to Love us, all of us does. We expect that they Love us, and expect that they will do so with fervor and with abandon and then the reality of their truth in Love comes and smacks us with the hot spatula of the truth. The truth being that if we want their Love in completion, we have a few conditions to live up to.


Love is the only Condition we need to be in. It is the only real thing and is the thing which heals us more than much else can, yet we hold back and we make those we expected to love us live by the rules of this thing called Love that we think is only between two people. We make it hard on others when we tell them that we Love them and then tell them that there is something that they need to do in order to have that Love in completion, and in reality, it is not total and neither the completeness that is the Love that we all each need, even from our Selves. We have this grand ability to choose, and always, those who are inclined to choose Love but only from their sense and their truth of it are not wholly Loving people and are not wholly Loving themselves either.

Placing conditions on Love cripples and blinds us. It cripples us down to the Bones of the Soul. It blinds us from the truth of us, of those in our awareness, of everything that is meant to be seen as the very truth of Love. We think we know what is best for us, which we do, but this makes us ignorant…blinded by what we think is the Light in us when in reality it is what is blocking that very Light from extending to others.

Love is the Un-Condition

In our society there are many physical conditions that were placed there within us by the conditions placed on Love. We have, as a whole, limited ourselves when it comes to loving other people fully and in the same manner that we desire to be Loved in return. We think of Love as something that needs to be proved, that needs to have a guarantee when really the only guarantee that we have is the Love that we have that we are meant to share with the rest of the world. Love is the great All That Is, and it is the one thing that makes us all Be, and the one thing that makes our lives the grandest example of Spirit. It is through our show of Aloha that people know that Love exists, that it is not only meant for a couple who are romantically involved.

I have much Love for all of humanity, and the human beings in my life know that I Love Them, each of them, down to the very marrow of the Soul and down into those secret places within where only certain people are allowed. I have no conditions for them other than that they need to give Love to everyone they come into contact with, and they know, too, that I am there and waiting with a listening ear and a shoulder to lean on so that they do not have to shoulder a burden that has become too much for them to bear all alone. They know that if I can do something for them to make their lives better, even if only for that moment, that I am there for them and that I am never going away. They know this, deeply, madly and truly they know this.

This is the measure of Love that I have for them, for us all, even and absolutely for myself.

Love You, and You will automatically Love All. You are the representation of The All That Is, and there is nothing and no one who can tell you that you are not, because those same people who would tell you that you are not are also a representation of the Divine within, of the Violet Flame which protects and of the Fire in the Belly which incites us to action and is the catalyst of every single created thing we see.

Love is not conditional, and should not be, and really, it is the only condition that we need to Be in.

I Love You All!!

Rev. Roxanne Cottell can be contacted regarding Spiritual Coaching Sessions, the Healing with Hula Program, Public Speaking and of course performing your wedding by clicking here . Please visit The Sisterhood of The Soul’s Official Website by clicking here  Visit The Sisterhood of The Soul’s Faecbook Page. .Please also visit the partner Ministry of The Sisterhood of The Soul, The Original Southern Plantation Preacher Lady, Rev. Vel-Danielle Gambrell’s   Kindred Souls of The South of Southern Louisiana Facebook Page. 

The Fire Walker

When you are in doubt about things, just Be

Yes, there is no doubt in my head that now is the time to just Be. Be all that you are, all Who You Are, Be part of the greater All That Is.

I say this right now because right now, in the world of people who hurt, there is much to be said about the value of learning to Be. Most survivors of almost any atrocity will tell you that the hardest thing to just do is to just Be. Sometimes we want to fix a thing so that it works out how we want it to, and other times we want to go to the nearest person who is not us and ask them what to do, but there are times when we need to just be still and simply Be. Now is one such time for me.

While I remain ever the activist, ever the healer who still smarts from the pains of my everyday living, I have chosen, at this moment, to really leave things alone and as they are and simply and only Be. Be all who I am, albeit very quietly, and Be there for my kids, like the mother lioness with her pride of cubs. We can only hope to fix what is within our power to attend to, and all else must be left to that which we cannot see, that which we know is there, is always there, that which we cannot access anywhere but within.

Within is where many survivors of anything ugly tend to Be, for the most part, and I know this because it is where I dwell. I am safe within. In my “within” there are no people there who can harm me, who can tell me that I am wrong, who can try to hurt the very soul of me. Abused people who are on the road to recovery don’t know this until we are told. We don’t know that it is just fine and dandy just to take pause and simply breathe and be happy for the body’s ability to do what it has to and do what it is meant to. We don’t know until we know within that who we are was never this mess, was never this person who hurts, who will have a permanent part of them that, while it won’t hurt forever, it also will not forget. It will not forget the lessons it learned and neither the pain that it endured. It will never be lost on the idea that what the Soul has endured was meant to teach and to aid in the healing process, because in the manner that is medicine, the way that we treat the flu is with the flu, in tiny amounts, and the way that we heal from abuse is to, in our minds and within, traverse the Fire which burns and which cleanses, the fire which hurts and kills and is the same fire that serves to protect and remind us that it is hot to the touch, can burn us, can kill us, and that is ours to walk across or ours to avoid.

I prefer, at this moment, to walk the Fire’s Path, to face the epitome that was my fear and is now simply my fear waning. I prefer, right now, to think of myself as the Firewalker, the one who transcends the pain and the hurt and the endless burning embers of the memories which used to haunt me but now serve more as the honored emblems of the battle won. While my feet ache and the soles are numb from the endlessness that is the heat of the moment, my Soul rages on within, knowing that this is the calling which was cut out for me and me alone, to be that one person who will walk the Fire, who will cross the Path, leading others behind her, to the coolness that is the River of Life which beckons us all. While I will never tell another Survivor that she needs to do things that she or he knows will hurt them, I will also never tell another survivor that they need to fear everything. The last thing that any survivor needs to be is fearful. Walking the Path of the Firewalker is the Path which we walk anyway…so go forth and walk, my friends, and do not fear the fire, do not fear just to Be Who You Are, because that is yours alone.

If we think for a moment that what we go through as victims, and then as survivors, we see that we have been, thus far, cleansed and refined by this fire which was the abuse.

The Fire Walker is me…is You…We are the Path. We are the Firewalker. We cannot get lost on this travel, cannot think that we are alone, because always, there are people there…

Take my hand…I will lead you there…


Walk The Path of The Few

Regardless of what the issue is, Spirit is always there

There is no doubt about it – there is a whole lot going on in the lives of humanity right now. That which is not meant to be is no longer or is on its way to being no longer. The things that do not serve us, or perhaps, the things that we were meant to exact, that we were meant to bring to others, anything at all that has to do with our being in service to others is going on, and my proof is that collectively we are not aware, or at least not accepting, the idea that the heartache, the pining for things that do not prompt us to become irritated or irate, is all meant, and meant for reasons that have yet to be revealed.

The things that we have asked to learn are not the same things that we are directly being taught. The things that we are being taught are not entirely the things that we need to learn, and anymore now, more and more, in fact, the things that we are learning from those bringing the lesson to us are also and conversely the very things that they are also learning. Where there is hurt, there is also hurting going on in someone else, quite possibly someone who is close to us or has been, for a long time, very close to us. It can be a coworker, a family member, a friend, our pets….whatever it is, we are meant to walk through this proverbial fire so as to come out of it alive, refined, and very much gleaming like the Sun from whence we came.

BUT…that doesn’t mean that any of us are wise to the idea that while it seems we walk alone, Spirit is there. No matter what, in fact, Spirit is there. Spirit is there and listening, not only to our pleas and not only to the sound of our tears as they silently, to our ears, echo the heartache and the very doldrums handed down by the heavens. Spirit is there – right there – carrying us through the fire which is meant to scorch us so that when we are done with the madness that seems not to end, we are stronger for having gone through it all, stronger for the fires which burned but which also cleansed the earth that we each are. Without the fire, there is no cleansing of the earth, and without the earth, there is no perpetuation of Life.

When we go through things, we have to choose to take it as our being taught by Spirit, as our being led through the Fire to the Promised Land that we Are. If we are willing to celebrate when things are wonderful, then we must also be willing to go through the lessons and the heartaches which accompany all who we are, all what we are meant for, and all that we contribute. If we are willing to know abundance, then in order to know what is other than that, we must suffer through the fire in order to remember what it was that we forgot, recall that there is a difference between the fire that is meant but to burn and the fire which is meant to be traversed.

At this time in my own life, there is a great Fire through which I must walk, for on the other side of that Firewalk, there is the river which beckons me, which is the truth of me, which is the thing which I so very dearly desire. It is not out of my reach. It is not meant to be just handed to me, but more, to be appreciated, to be Loved, even as I simultaneously hurt from it, ache from it, want freedom from it. When we avoid the pain, we avoid the learning. I am not always pained, but it is a theme for me at the moment, to be in, be with, and essentially Be the Pain which so many people have sought to no longer have. And always, it is told to them that they must traverse the fire, must walk the Holy Path of Fire so as to have access to the clearing, healing nature of the Water of Life that is the Spirit within Who dearly begs to be seen, and known, and Loved.

Yet, first, and long before the homecoming, we must walk the Path of the few…

I Love You All

Violence at Home begets Violence in the Streets

There’s no need for Mothers to mourn their fallen sons, at least not like this…

I am calling out to the masses, calling out, almost crying out, to the parents in my town. I want to know why it is that we are allowing this within the borders of this town where we are all raising our kids. I take these sorts of things personally, and also, with a quiet vengeance that is all Love, all the time, for the people of Pomona, CA. We do not deserve to go backward, not when we have come so far.

This is home to us, Pomona, and right now I want to know why it is that the town in which my kids are growing up seems to adhere to its violent past like a two year old with a vice grip around his favorite toy. We can have good memories, if only we would believe this about ourselves collectively. We believe nothing at all if it is not here and in our faces. And please, do not tell me we cannot fix this, because we can, but we have to work together at it. Instead, we sit looking at each other wondering why this is happening again. Yes, I said it – it does not have to be this way.

Why is it that we are all just accepting without trying to change the things about this town, and why is it that we are just accepting it as “the way that it is.” I do not believe that, not for a moment, because for a long, long time, there was not more shootings to think about, at least not the way that there have been here lately, and there was no such thing in this area where people were out and trying hard to hurt our children.

You can be mad at me all you want, and you can say awful things to me and about me, but this writing is not about what other parents are not doing as much as it is about our kids growing up violently. It is far too long ahead and into the game called “Peace” to be having people shot for no good reason. It is too far along in our history as humans to have to live in fear. In Pomona, the time has come, not to repeat our violent past, but to seek ways to continue to live peacefully, or at least without shedding the blood of our kids.

Does anyone else think about the idea that we can have peace here, but that peace has to begin at home, and parents at home have got to stop being scared of other peoples’ kids, or is it only my thought and that of school officials and administrators and yes, of course, the kids, too? They are bored, but whose fault is that? They are bored, but there are things they can do, and it is the weight which must be borne by us, the parents of these kids, and we are failing them, some of us are, and it needs to stop. We need to pay attention and we need to be involved and more than much else, we need to have things for them to do OTHER than drugs, having sex and doing things that cause a mother to mourn the death of her baby.

The problem is not that they have nothing else to do, but more that they have nothing to be proud of other than having had the control and the power to take another person’s life. That is not power. That is not anything that is positive. It is hurtful. It makes people afraid to be at home. It makes an entire population of people know that ours is the stain of abuse gone rampant, ours is the black badge of children dying in our streets and parents who believe that nothing can be done. Lots can be done. Lots can be done and we are doing none of it, sitting idly and waiting for the schools to do something about it or the city’s leaders. Whether you believe me or not, it all rests in OUR hands as parents. We have the be the ones to exact this thought in their head, and we have to be the ones who will sacrifice on their behalf our fun, our “me time” and I say it because a parent who cares more about their “me time” has kids who will also only care about their “me time,” and that “me time,” we see, is spent with other kids who also feel this way, and in our town, that can be a matter of life and death, as well as the difference between the two.

Yeah, I said it, so deal with it. I am sick of hearing the gunshots late at night, tired of knowing that somewhere in this town, a set of parents is mourning the loss of their baby. This is not right. We have to come together, not be torn apart by the fear spawned by the madness that comes from feeling helpless. We cannot turn to the rogues of society, cannot think that going backwards somehow is what we need to do in order to move forward. Gone are the days that we have to prove anything to anyone, but the mentality is that of a pack of wolves,  menacing those in their environment, scaring the good people in this town, and scarring the entirety of us with the deep red stain of the blood of innocents.

This is not a good feeling, not at all, to know that not very long ago there was a shooting, and over what? This is Pomona – I am sure that I do not need to expand on what it was over, because it is always over who is claiming what and who is with what set and who is allowed to make the calls and who is going to claim this corner or that corner as theirs. I cannot sit here and tell anyone that they need to change, because it should never have to be said.

We have moved backwards, not forward, and our children are again at risk.

Violence at home begets and becomes violence in our communities. There needs to be no more bloodshed, no more mothers crying over the loss of their sons.

There just needs to be no more children dying in our streets.

Know it as our Community’s Kuleana, as our being the Village who has GOT TO come together to save the children in our midst….here is proof that pictures speak volumes louder than words…

I Love You All

Rev. Roxanne K. Cottell (Reverend Roxie)can be contacted for coaching sessions, to book her for a public speaking engagement, or for any other reason by clicking here

A Good Long Look…

Things that break us down make us stronger, I Promise

I am a lucky woman. I say this because everyday I have the chance to help people see through their pain to the reality that is their real self. Today I thought I might write something about a biblical guy named Job but the more I thought about it the more I knew that I had to copy and paste and use this as my blog post today.

The more that humankind goes through this shift in consciousness, the more we hear stories about long time friendships coming to a grinding halt, long time marriages somehow coming to an end. Long time anything no longer being, and it dismays us, it really does, because human beings…we hate to think that we have lost anything, but what no one really thinks about is the flip side of that perceived loss that is actually a gain, if anything, of space in our lives. We never think for a moment that that which we so love or hate right at this moment may be the opposite in effect for us one day. We don’t think that one day the Love that we share will be the Love that also hurts us. We don’t think that one day, the friend we could trust is also the friend that has hurt us with their truth, not about us, but about themselves.

We think that we cannot deal with something, and when we think that way, we do things to make it true. Last night I had the opportunity to share with a young woman why it is that I think her latest romance has come to an end. I know that it has to do with her growth. When things come to an end, it is not our place to try to make them live again, because if we make them live again, and namely if that thing we went through was particularly hurtful and we, over and over again, choose to deal with that same thing, we find that the hard lesson is never over with, that it will never be over with, and one day, we find out that it was us all along who did not want the Love to end, but that we also did not realize that we kept prolonging the lesson that we no longer needed to learn. I did it. You have done it. We all do it. We will all do it again. This is the nature that is being human. We want so dearly to hang on to what was that we are not willingly looking at what is, and if what is there and real and now is hurting you and making you crazy and making you cry, then really, what is it teaching us other than how to hurt more, possibly again and again, and all for one good reason…

Because we Love to be Loved. We love to be loved by one other person and to be that one other person’s one and only. It is wonderful to be the center of attention and the very target of another’s affections, but the first and truest love that anyone has …well…read what I wrote to this wonderful young person about the nature of the Love that she thought would never be gone. I had to reread what I wrote and yes…get your tissues…

“You are not obligated to making her pain go away. That is why she is numbing herself. You are not dying on the inside, but a part of your life that is no longer needed is gone because the lesson is being learned now on some level. She did not break you, you pared it all down. She is not thinking right. You are never stupid for loving someone. You are not stupid because you don’t want to hurt anymore.

You are not required to hurt for anyone else’s cause, sweetie…not your mom or dad, not your sister, brother, cousin, best friend…no one is required or HAS TO hurt for someone else. You miss the energy that is the balance that Librans need. Yours is the ultimate sign for marriage, and guess what? Shew as just not the right one, not the right fit.

Spirit, God, Goddess…She knows what She is Doing. It is likely that you may get comfort knowing that you have gone through this hurt to avoid going through greater hurt. Let’s not think of this as a loss, honey. I know that it is really hard not to, and I know…oh man do I know…the investment of time, and energy and mostly Love, but what you are about to learn now is that you are more than only this part of the Love you crave. This is not a person who has the depth of Soul that you actually Need, dear. You need a depth and an honest partner, and I am sad to tell you this truth because it breaks you a little more, but take heart in knowing that when you look at it from a stranger’s eyes, and you see there what is the good in everyone, and you see that this has been the testament to your own ability to Know that you are able to Love…the evidence of this is that you are hurt and crying and more than that, you also know that it has to be this way, or else, really, you will end up in this circle, again and again.

I know the pain that you are in right now, and it is not an easy one but when you are done and you remember who you are you will not even think about this person who is hurt, and I will tell you right now that the hurt is not yours alone. Addicts do not realize that they are numbing their pain.

You are being told by Spirit through her that she has too much pain, so much that not even she can feel it. She is doing this to distance herself from her own pain because your tears and her broken promises make her look at the ugliness that is her soul.
She has no idea that she is in pain because she is too angry at everything and everyone, and this is not because of you, this is hers and hers alone.

Baby girl, you are too good for this, and ya know ya are…

You choose it, sweets….who will you feed this time? Which wolf? The one that bites or the one that protects?
Who will you save?
Her or You?
We both Know that answer…yes, honey….you’re right…it’s You
I Love You !!”

I had to take a very good long look at who I am, and in this one writing I realized that the one person I always needed was me. That’s right – ME. I am who makes or breaks me, and I am who controls my own wolves…be they the real or the imagined.
The only thing that any one of us needs right this moment is to Know and believe that we are all the Love that we need, that sharing that Love with one other person does not come when we want it to be there but when we are ready for it in the Soul. When things are balanced and right in the Soul… THAT is when the fun begins. And the Love can be anything…it can be a person or an animal, or it can be a career that you so dearly want to have…anything at all, it can be. The challenge is NOT waiting for it to happen, because no matter what we think, it ALWAYS happens, but we just don’t know when.
The challenge is not the waiting and neither the work to get there.
The Challenge, my dears, is believing that you are worth it all…yes, even the tears – you cried for other people, right? 
I Love You All !

Reverend Roxanne Cottell (Reverend Roxie) can be reached for Coaching Sessions, Public Speaking Engagements, readings, and the like by clicking here

An Open Letter to my Fellow Clergy People…

Dear Other Clergy – ‘Auhea Wale Ana ‘Oe – PAY ATTENTION

Ministers. We are a strange lot, we are. Most of us work in two worlds…the Physical and the Spiritual. Since it is that I know this is the truth of us, at least the most of us, that is, what I also know is that there are still a whole lot of us – especially those of us who are specifically and only in the business of marrying two souls together – who dearly need to get a damned clue already. Yeah…I said it, now deal with it.

Deal with it. Deal with it because it is our job to deal with the ugliest of the ugliest in our midst, and deal with it because you are doing a great job at making money off the wedding services you are providing, but you are doing a lousy job at keeping people safe and informed. As Clergy it is our duty to put into the heads of the marrying folk of the planet that enough is enough, that there is no place for violence in marriage, and that there is no place for violence in the home, and that there is no place at ALL for violence in the lives of children. If you think kids are not affected by the things that they see and that they hear then you are really NOT thinking at all. This is the thing that makes me the angriest with these people who are ONLY “wedding officiants.”

My thought is that while it is very easy to become ordained, and easy to know the laws and rules as they apply to the technical aspects of marrying two people together, it is not easy to wear the color of the cloth for real and for true and there are a whole lot of people running around pimping out their wedding services and not a lot else, leaving the after part that can and sometimes DOES happen, int he hands of the community which these two people come from.

We have a duty to the communities we live in, and that duty includes having a clue and giving a clue about how to BE a community, and you “clergy” who are in it for the money only have failed, miserably, and the best part about that part is that you have left the rest of us who have that same sort of ordination the mess that you helped make…you leave that part for us..the ones who had no time or desire to allow themselves the pomp and circumstance it takes for a ‘real’ church to want your services. Some of us ordained folk decided that we needed no building, that the streets and the hearts and minds of the world…THAT is where our churches are and we are dearly pissed off at YOU!


You can get butt-hurt all you want, but the fact remains that you are sorely missing your opportunity to make right what can go terribly wrong. That book you like to tell others how to live from, while I do not refer to it a whole lot these days, I have a great deal of respect for it, and you have failed your charges miserably if you have chosen to NOT be Christic in your thoughts and actions, and you have allowed violence into the lives of innocent children. You have turned what was a Sacred and Divine Union into nothing more than another pay day for you, and you have not regarded in this madness the children which are left in the wake of the storm.

You can help prevent this. You can do more than just get a rise out of being the person in charge of the rest of the life of two people, and you can think about what their future might look like if you do not realize that in front of you is a 50-50 chance at that bride and the children she either brings with her into the union or the children who they bring into it together being hurt, physically, damned surely emotionally, or worse, you may have signed their death warrant, and all because you could NOT see past your ego, your arrogance, your payday.

Children are being hurt, physically, and women are dying, daily, and these things are happening at the hands of the person who helped put in charge of that household the moment that your pen hit that signature line on that legal document that melded these people together “until death do us part,” and yeah, I am calling you out. I am calling you out, not only on behalf of the beautiful brides who ultimately became the target of verbal abuse but also physical abuse. I am calling you out on behalf of all those step-children who are being tortured because someone in the marriage that you legalized through your solemnization and your signature DID NOT DO ENOUGH BEFORE YOU GOT PAID!

That’s right…I SAID IT…now DEAL WITH IT!

You are not better than the merchants who Christ blew up on when said merchants were selling their wares on the Sabbath. You are not better than those preachers who have a person in the congregation “finding” someone with an ailment that you can “heal” in exchange of a few silver coins. You are not better than the people who create ponzi schemes, and you are not better than the last CEO of the last conglomerate church that was found to be hiding the abuses to women, that was found to NOT be addressing the sin of abuse and control and disrespect in marriage, and you are not better than the people who you look down on from your ivory tower in hopes that you will be able to intimidate us with your great big R-E-V. status and I want you to know NOW that you are not better than me.

You might think that because you wear that nice suit on Sunday that somehow your piety is tied to the tag in the collar that reads “Oscar” or “Vera” or “Chanel”, but the tag in mine reads “Metal Mullisha” and I buy my things at the thrift store. You have the right to marry people, but you do not have the balls to make sure that these women are safe, and the bitch of it all is that a WHOLE LOT OF THOSE TO WHOM I AM ADDRESSING THIS ARE WOMEN!!

Where is the mom in you? Where is the part of you that does not want to see kids hurt, and more, where is that part of you that feels like you have a duty, a kuleana to these people, yes, even AFTER you have performed your “magic” ? Where is that part of you that wants to do more in the community and where the hell is it that you keep your compassion?

Ahhh…there, I see it…you keep it there, next to your bank statement, because that is truly where your heart is, is where your treasure lies….

Mine? Mine lies with the future being one that is less violent, where there are happy children who live in happy homes where violence does not exist. This is the scenario that, ultimately, we want to see, but the longer you people take in getting the balls to talk to your charges BEFORE they sign that check for wedding services and do so without the idea that you might lose them and their money if you say something to them that might be construed as you telling them it will happen. If you are good enough to be “Of Spirit” and worthy of the title “Reverend,” then you ought to be out there NOT doing like so many “Good people of the cloth” (without naming any religion you already know where I am going with this) have done and OPEN YOUR EYES AND YOUR MOUTH and most of all YOUR HEART AND SOUL and LET YOUR PEOPLE KNOW THAT THIS CANNOT GO ON!

If you are at a loss for words, send me some of that “hard earned” (yeah right…more like swindled) money to me and I will teach you how to talk to people so there is less chance that those two who you are giving the truth to do not run like hell in opposite direction of each other. That you think I am foolish enough to NOT know that you are protecting your payday is one thing, but to say nothing and sanction the abuse by not telling them it could happen…that is another thing altogether and one that tells me that you are not worthy to even be INSIDE of a church, let alone running ANY kind of ministry.

Violence and Love do not mix…we are not all “Sid and Nancy..” and you are not the freakin’ rockstar reverend you think you are….note that I said “think”…it is that thing you do with that thing that is sitting on your shoulders at the top of your neck that is not supposed to get as swelled as has yours.

You are responsible for giving people a clue. You are responsible for putting their lives above your paycheck.

This is what we are called to do. It is people…reverend people…like you…who make me tout the benefits, in some cases, of a Justice of the Peace…that guy doesn’t expect you to make promises before God that at least one person who is saying “I Do” has no intent on keeping.

I said it…all of it…hate me if you want to, but this is the truth…so deal with it already….


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We have no choice- ’tis a battle which must be won…

It is a bad thing that violence is a normal part of our everyday lives. We can do a lot to stop it…

Wake up and smell the coffee. Your people are hurting. And you have a job that is part of the response. God is trying to get your attention.” (Dr. Rev. Marie Fortune, FaithTrust Institute)

It is sad the way that we Americans sanitize things to make them more emotionally palatable for us to swallow and accept as the truth. The truth is that we are more inclined to avert our attention to other, more pleasant things, but the fact that violence in the home is where violence in the streets starts is not going to change. It will never change unless we, as a collective whole, are more willing to be the people who enact the changes in our own lives so as to exact them in the greater world around us.

As a woman, I find it sickening all the way to the Bones of my Soul that people on the planet feel that scaring the hell outta little kids while in church, rather than teaching them the ways that Christ would have wanted, is what people worldwide feel is okay to do. As a mother I am made sad at the idea that there are men on this planet who are not worried that what they show and tell their kids in regards to their own mother and women in general is that not only are kids not as worthy as are men, but that no matter what, women are meant to be seen and never heard. This, my friends, is the stain on the Soul of the World, the crushing blow to the collective psyche of women all over the place. This, guys, is the thing that should not be, the thing that still is being, and this is the thing that a lot of people are dearly done with, myself included.

There is nothing quite more devastating than to be told as a child that if you do not listen to your parents, no matter what they tell you and even if your own little soul is not okay with it, that you will…WILL burn in hell for it, no matter what. I was born with certain gifts of the Spirit. You can imagine that the reason I never ever shared it with people was not because I was scared they would think I was weird (they thought that anyway) but that they would reinforce what it was that I was being told, over and over again, in church, by my ill-informed mother, that because I had these gifts, I was going to go to hell. And make no mistake, I felt like I was a bad omen to her, like I was to be the pariah that my pentecostal yet ill informed parents and ministers of the faith that I trusted for a long time, that I was a bad person because I could read people, because I could tell anyone what someone else was thinking, even from a distance- a long distance, too. Then put into the mix the idea that my mother, God Bless her, held and yet holds what is contained beneath the two hard covers of a book that has ruled the world of the Christian masses for many generations as being the literal truth and then you put with that the fear of her own words told to me about being an Empath and being drawn to things that are not like what I was taught, and then give that same person – me- a reason to fear you will have the foundation upon which many, many women have not only been abused because of, but have also been killed…sadly, children too.

The pit-stain of this issue is not that we are not aware of it, but that we are trying to make it pretty, and there is nothing pretty about scared and crying children, just like there is nothing pretty about scared, crying and bruised and battered women.

The Speaking Out Against Domestic Violence Campaign, which is being fueled by the women of both The Sisterhood of The Soul as well as The Kindred Souls of the South, will address these things, but we need your help. 

We need others who have been there to tell their stories, and we need ministers to join in the fight to save our children and the mothers and women of the world who are caught between hell and purgatory with no thought of a chance of redemption.

Basically, we need people – LOTS of people, and we need them NOW, not only joining any campaign including mine, but joining in on the movement against violence. Violence in the world comes from violence in our towns, which is born of violence in our communities, which is brought into being by violence behind the closed-door privacy of the home. Home is where we are supposed to feel safe, but sadly, and more and more I find, that is not the truth. Just because society appears to have calmed the violence it does not mean that underneath it all the same is to be said. Appearances can be deceiving.

Do not buy the idea that a Christian person, a Catholic person, an Earth Spirit person are all the kind that we assume they are. There is prevalence of violence in all parts of our society, and it is a sickness that permeates and tells us a story about the truth of who we are, and who we are collectively is a violent society, namely here in our country.

We need to stop this madness guys, and we need to do that NOW, because no child should fear their parents, and no child should fear the safety and warmth that is Spirit, that is God, and more, no woman who is the mother of that scared child should be forced to choose between keeping herself and her babies safe, and giving in to a man who is not pious, but arrogant.

Thanks for reading!
Aloha Pumehana…

The Reverend Roxanne K. Cottell (Reverend Roxie) can be reached for appointments, lectures and speaking engagements by clicking here.

The Biggest Obstacle (18+)

The Biggest Obstacle that Survivors Face is Believing 

Once you have been told that you are not worth the time it will take to be good enough for anything, you believe, based on what you have already lived through, that yes, you are not a lovable person. I know this monster because I still live this hell. While I already know that this is not the truth of me, I also know the reality that is fighting the demons within, the ones that remind a person that there are people who, at one time in your life, were the very most important in your life, and when these people breached your trust, that is when the garbage in the mind became more believable than what the reality is, and the reality is that no matter what happens and no matter who is closest to you who makes you think that you are not worth the Love that you at least have, no matter how small it might seem, someone on this planet Loves you.

But it is not the idea that we are unloved, but the idea that someone would make us feel so awful about who we are and according to what is not the truth, and having that crap shoved in your face and down your throat, again and again – this is what makes it hard to believe that anyone else can or will bother to know that we hurt enough to need the healing light that is Love. All abuse survivors, no matter how long it has been since the last time anything horrid happened and no matter with whom, go through this. This is one of those things that no one will understand unless they have “been there,” and is the paradox in Love because while we long for someone else to know, really know, what it is like, even though you know you are loved, it doesn’t feel like it. After so much time of having been taught that Love is conditional, you begin to believe it. You begin to think that you have to prove that you are worth Love, and pretty soon you start to believe that what everyone else is saying is…IS your truth.

I will be the last one to tell someone that their pain is invalid, because that is another lie. No one who does not know what the hell it is that we have gone through has the right to tell another person what they should do, and more than that, those who really have no real clue of what it is like being someone else’s constant pariah and who can only ‘imagine’ what it is like are the worst of all. They are not the ones who tell you that they wish they could help you, and they are not the ones who say nothing, preferring to not be the next asshole who tells you what should happen. It is the ones who like to start their overly opinionated and “I watched it on Discovery Channel” people who think they know what they would do who make you feel the worst, because these are the very same fuckers who seem to think that giving an abuse victim advice unsought is Love. It is not Love. It is control and it is conditional Love. I think I love it most when these idiots tell a survivor “That wouldn’t happen to me…I won’t allow it.” I am sorry, but you are not the one who gets to choose who will and who will not give you the taste of what it is that I along with many others have gone through. You are the boneheads who have so much to say and know so very little about the truth of us and you are also the same bunch of people who, when you feel like you are not being heeded, and when you feel like your sorry advice which comes from a place of “if it were me…” is the only and the best advice.

No, dumb ass, it is not. It is so not, and you have nothing to say, because you really have no clue what it is like to be that scared – scared for your fucking life, and all your real sin was was to Love someone who you should have Loved, be it a parent or a partner. You have no idea. You can sit there ass hurt all you want, and you can sit there and think that someone like me actually deserves what she or he gets and you can make all the wrong assumptions about abuse victims your little tiny brain can think of, and no matter what, unless you have been where we have, you really do not know. You will never know, for real, the measure of fear, and no matter how many times you go and say shit to people who it doesn’t matter to because they know less than you do, it will not matter because your gossip only makes things worse.

This is where the part where, as a victim OR a survivor,  you feel unloved and unwanted and it really begins to cement itself in your head, and unless someone who has been there comes along to clue you in on the fact that really, you are totally a loved person, that there is someone on this planet who cares enough to tell you so, and that you were never wrong for not leaving when someone ELSE told you to…you have nothing to make up for.

I got tired of hearing about how many people were tired of hurting because I hurt, and that gave them an easy way out. The last thing that someone you claim to love needs to know is that one more person does not think that they can handle their own emotional bullshit so therefore they simply wash their hands of you. This is what an abuser does, too. They get to that point where they are tired of talking, tired of telling you who you are, and you become so numb to the idea that you believe no one loves you, that you begin to behave as though no one does. This is the reality of the wake left by abuse. This is the energy left behind, and this is where we all end up – in tears, all the time, because we are hearing the things that we can never not hear again. This is what a lot of folks don’t think about – the fact that while they were all well meaning, and while at the bottom of it all it was about Love, to sit there and without realizing it, blame the abused person for their inaction to make YOU feel better about what they are going through is SHIT.

SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! And yes, I am on a tangent and have been and I will tell you this much, and namely if you were once close to someone who you had the nerve to tell you could not be there anymore because you needed to NOT feel their pain anymore…You are a creepy asshole, period. The abused person already feels very isolated, and they feel isolated and  your isolation of you from their lives proves their attacker to be ‘right’ again, and if you think for one moment that said attacker will not use your words somehow against the person who you chose to bail on and who you KNOW would never leave you, you are fucking wrong. WRONG WRONG WRONG !!! When you hurt, I am guaranteeing that they were there for you. The problem with people like you is that when this person comes to you in full faith that you will LISTEN and NOT ADVISE is that you also are so arrogant in your ways of NOT thinking about THEIR pain and only relaying what you THINK you have gone through “for” them and that comes screaming through, loud and clear. It is like telling that person again that if they had only listened to YOU and what YOU THINK you would have been able to do, they might not be in this situation.

Let me tell you something about a situation that is a maddening circle of hellish insanity….it is not nice, period. There are SEVERAL people reading this who are, right now, tsk tsking me, my words, my anger at the entirety of the whole of those who think they know what they would do, but I know they would not know what to do, and those who think they would, well, those are the very same ones who would seek out the advice of people like me – the ones who have survived, who sit in the seat of judgment STILL of those who have no fucking clue of what really happens in the minds of those who have fallen victim. It is not that we don’t want to leave, but that we don’t want to leave and have to keep looking over our shoulders, and believe it or not, that stupid fucking TRO that you THINK will protect a victim only makes the abuser madder and madder, and that is the part that no one realizes. A piece of paper cannot stop a married person from cheating on their spouse if that is what they do, so what the fuck makes a person believe that all abusers are going to behave because a judge told them they have to? I ain’t saying that there are no abusers who do NOT follow the court order, but I AM saying that there are more who are so arrogant in their idea that they are above the law that they really don’t care if there is an order in effect, and they don’t care how many times the cops show up…they just do not care, and here is some fucking news for all you assholes who will sit there and blame the victim for not doing more….you can’t do more, and the bitch is that it is because the abuser, whether your fairy tale bullshit in your head about what YOU would do has subsided, also has rights.

There’s something all the people who knows for sure that they would never find themselves the clusterfuck of fear almost all survivors still have within them…yup…abusers have rights, too…regardless of what you think you would do, this is the thing that, when one of these morons who have said this TO ME come to me because yup…they have gone through it and now they want to know how I got out of the emotional mess that I still have the tendency toward being. They want to know how I made it through this, they want to know what they can do and they want you to help them because you know what it is like. And I promise you, I leave no one hangin, or at least I try not to, which means that given my place in life, it is my duty to at least tell them that no, they do not just get to leave and not be scared anymore, they do not just get to voice their sorrows to their attacker and expect the motherfucker to care, and most of all, no, it is not true that no one loves you, but it is true that you have to have a lot of self love to make it through this shit, and welcome to the reality that is this hell called healing from abuse.

Abuse survivors, even as we are as tough as we end up being, still need to be loved, and told that we are loved, because we have a hard time trusting love and being in love, and we have a hard time not getting mad, not only at ourselves but at everyone else for not listening to OUR words, that when it comes down to it, we are the prime example of what happens when a person loves too much. Abused people love so much that sometimes, we find ourselves in the miry goo of what has happened that we cannot bear to look at it one more time.

And then someone comes along to remind us that we are not worth a kind word, only useless and baseless advice coming from an idiot who, at that point, is worse than the abuser. Care comes in silence, too, you know, and sometimes it is that you need to shut your mouth and stop telling this severely hurt person in front of you that you would never be in their place, because you don’t know that. You don’t know if it will happen that one day, you know totally how they feel. I work with other abuse survivors, and yes, I work EXTENSIVELY with those who are stuck in an abusive situation, and an abusive situation is NOT always one where there is a couple and one of those in that couple is a big enough creep to put hands on the other one. Sometimes, that abuse comes in the form of being abandoned by family members who refuse to come to the mat with the truth, and the truth is that those family members hurt as much as the victim.

Problem is, arrogance and pride and the fact that not a lot of people KNOW how to deal with their own pain comes in to play, and what the hell are you doing advising someone about something that you are so god damned clueless about in the first place?

I mean really, YOU think you know BETTER than that person who came to you not for advice but only a shoulder and a pair of arms to hold them with? You don’t. God help you and I hope you never do. Based on the idea that you think you know what you would do is telling of the fact that really, you have no clue what you would do, because as usual, you think you know what is best for them, and you don’t. The best way that you can help that person who you care so much about is to just tell them that you will listen. Hold them as they cry, because that crying is not on the surface…

…no no no…that crying comes straight from the bones of that person’s soul…

You don’t know …you really don’t know. LOVE them, because that…THAT is REALLY what they need.
And STOP telling them that they “should just leave,” because even though that is the truth, there are steps that need to be taken before they can just up and bail, at least the majority of victims, that is. There is such a thing called stalking, harassment and homicide, and all of those things CAN happen to a person if they do not plan their escape. There is NOT ONE advocate or shrink who will instruct an abuse victim otherwise, because those people KNOW the truth of an abuser.

You do not.
No matter what – you do not. And how creepy are you to have left that person who believed that you loved them enough to not be one more asshole who chose to judge them?

Where the hell was your Soul then? …oh, that’s right…it was busy being scared while your big fat ego was busy telling the world how you would never let that happen to you…

Haha!! dumb ass…as though anyone would ASK to have their ass kicked…


Rev. Roxanne Cottell can be reached via email at Please visit today !!  Know that you are Loved…aloha !! 

You Are Loved

You might find it hard to believe, but you are so very dearly Loved…

I think I speak for a lot of us when I say that collectively we are tired of being tired, tired of hurting, tired of the bleeding of the soul that has been happening for many generations. The bleeding Soul is different than the bleeding heart, because it was the heart that bled collectively that all of us brought to the table and it is the bleeding Soul which aches, and it aches for not more than our human inability to simply just Be, in Love.

I write a whole lot about Love, of others, of Self, of Spirit, and while the majority of us understands what it is to feel Love, we are not that great at receiving it. And we should just receive it, because it is ours, and it is us, and once it is that we can accept this, things will start to look up. Make no mistake, even us Soul healers have a hard time anymore just taking and accepting as true the fact that all of us on this planet are Loved. We are Loved, because we ARE Love. That is a big concept which embodies the truth that too many of us refuse to believe, to accept and to act on and is the middle of the reason as to why it seems that we feel like we are stuck. We are not stuck – we are confused, and we are confused because for the most of our collective lives, we have been under the impression that we have to be worthy of someone to love us as we are, but that is the lie we are told without being told – that in order to be Loved, we have to prove that we are worth it.

We are so worth the Love we seek, and it is not the kind of Love that is romantic but the kind that heals our collective and bleeding souls.

We need a healing, the whole of us. We are almost there, but things in the reality that is our collectively lived lives, even as they are singularly separate, keep coming back to us to haunt us.

The ghosts which haunt us, each singularly, are real.

So, too, is the Love.

In Love…

Children are not meant to be trained like animals…

There is actually book written about how to “train up” a child
(and the dude who wrote it is STILL not in jail but should be)

At this time there are a lot of words being exchanged about a book by a fundamental Christian about training children’s will to be broken through none else than the old fashioned switch method, and this is something that the person who wrote this believes is appropriate for babies who are nursing and who bite…he tells the reader in this book that to stop the baby from doing that, all you have to do is give a little pull on the baby’s hair and to keep doing it until the baby is trained to not do that.

I am a parent. I have three normal kids who have been taught – NOT trained- to be the best humans they can be, and they have not disappointed me yet.. I was raised up “in the church.” I know well the idea that people believe that GOD said “spare the rod and spoil the child,” but I have yet to find those exact words. I do, however, know all about the verse in the Bible that tells us that the “Sons shall bear the weight of the sins of the father,” and in my opinion, not only is that Karmic in nature, but more, it speaks very well the truth that I am aware of after having lived through it. The man who fathered my children is still the child who is scared, who is hurt, who is dealing with the demons that now he must face and do so without the help of a prescription that will make him NOT angry, NOT say ugly things, NOT do all those things that a clouded mind doesn’t know that it is doing because it is so not aware of anything OTHER than the fight ensued with themselves. The sons who pay for the sins of the father are the sons who were, themselves, abused by those same men. The “sin” part of that, the way that I am thinking of it, is that these boys who become men with the idea in their head and because of the example they were shown that abuse is discipline because the Bible told them so who grow up to be the example of this one living truth.

And that one living truth is that yes, absolutely, children are like sponges and they do pick up on everything they see and hear and energetically receive from all sides. They grow up with the belief in their head that the way to get people to do anything for you is to beat them to the punch and keep them under control, and it is for no other reason than that the child who they still are on the inside still does not know what to do with all the pain they go through so they do as they were shown, take a child’s and a woman’s words as defiance rather than freedom of thought…you can guess what happens then, right?

It is my …assumption….that if this “writer” is willing to switch a baby to train it like a dog not to bite its mother’s breast, then, too, said same person likely is one who has also, through his words and threats controls the mother of his children and there is no one who can tell me or  make me believe that there is not also at a minimum, and yes, through that action that the man demands from his family, emotional abuse. I could never hurt a child, let alone a baby, to train it in a manner that is hurtful, because that baby is not going to forget that he or she was hurt – no one would. What this “training” does is sets the kid up to be bullied and sets the mother up, through the use of religious or spiritual abuse, for a lifetime of subservience and servitude rather than what we are all meant to be in this life – in service, not indentured. Yet this is not what “author” Mike Pearl wants the world to know.

The book, thus far, reads as though his sorry attempt at making light of this all in comparing children to mules and dogs (and the fact that he says he is not fond of cats tells me, too, that this is a person who will show children how to be bigoted against anything that such a creep would say is ok just because HE does not like them) and also to soldiers in the military who, through constant training of standing still on the commanding officer’s words, have been brainwashed into giving up their own free will to choose, and the choosing here is not about anything other than the right that anyone, namely children, have to being all who they are, no matter what.

This book and its sorry attempts at humor even invites “unbelievers” to test out his methods of horror and abuse and encourages people to do so in order that the parents…the very ones meant to also teach these little people values and character that is natural rather than physically forced on to them…can have a break from the madness that is raising children.

I did not grow up in a militarily run home. I grew up in a ‘scared we are going to hell home…what? Roxanne? Mapuana? You mean you know what is going to happen before it happens and you know what that person over there is going to say?”…yes, I did, and throughout the bulk of my own life, and due to the unneeded parental overflow of fear of what they might have to go through if I did something against the teachings they gave me in church. From a young age I believed that I would go to hell because I was gifted Spiritually. It was my mother more than my father who exacted this in me, and it was because she had the crap scared outta her when she was a kid by all the stories she was told about how we would bring some strange curse back to her family if we thought we might be able to practice whatever it was that I was told is akin to black magic. It was not till many years later that I was able to study why it was that this happened, and what exactly it was that brought this thought to her and her family, and it all boils down to how much a person really and truly has bothered to learn about a thing.

I bothered to learn.

And this is really what needs to be done – bothering to learn. If we bother to create new human life to be the mirror of who we are, and we are worried that the people who we bring into this lifetime are going to make us look foolish, that is not on the children but on us, the parents. Every single little thing that we say and do, and the energy that we put forth in the form of Love and Discipline through and with Love, and everything and every way that we show and share our Love with the rest of the world is shown and reflected through the light of our lives called our children. Why on earth would we want to squash that light with force and with violence, and why would we want to give the world another shot and people who are outwardly morally upstanding but who inwardly are still those very tiny kids with issues they are too scared to talk about for fear of going to hell? This is the sickest paradox of all- that parents control their kids who believe every little thing they are told and shown as being the truth, and it is our first heart break when we find out, at whatever age we find out (for me it was 42…no shit…), that our parents, for all their well-meaning intentions, really had no clue of what they were doing or saying and most of the time the things they are teaching their kids is the same information they were handed as children.

This is the ugliness and the black eye of domestic violence. When people think about the words “domestic violence,” immediately the first image in their minds is that of a battered and bruised, emotionally and mentally drained woman who looks somewhat emaciated. This is the poster child for abuse at home. Yet, the reality is that domestic violence is not only a “woman problem” but a family and community problem. Violence in the home imparted on those who are told they are not in charge but in servitude becomes violence in play when children are toddlers, and becomes the bully at school throwing sand at other kids. Violence at home becomes that bully in the sand box playing house with that cute little girl with the boingy things in her hair and who emulates what he or she sees at home and violence at home becomes that silence of tears behind the door that is your teen-aged daughter who will not tell anyone her boyfriend is beating her or being awful to her because that violence at home is right outside that same bedroom door. Violence at home begets that same daughter marrying her high school sweetheart who was initially the bully in the sand box in grade school  and who begets children who will be raised in the fear that she has known her whole life as normal, even though she, in the middle of her self and down to the very bones of her very soul, always believed that something was just not right.

Violence at home is the reason that people in high schools are gunned down for no apparent reason. Violence at home is the reason that drive-bys and robberies and assaults happen for no reason at all, and violence at home is one of the very most preventable communicable diseases known to man, and is also the very one which we all have, at one time or another, turned a blind eye to when in reality it was never that we were turning a blind eye to anything because the majority of us were raised in an atmosphere of religious fear, emotionally draining arguments where only the abuser got what he needed and to hell with the rest of the humans, not only under that roof he or she likes reminding people that THEY bought and that THEY ARE NOW ENTITLED to everyone in that house being scared of them and for what?

So that the abuser can feel comfortable with the controlling bullshit that he or she suffered as children themselves. I know this is the truth, because I have a parent who is scared to death of everything even though she tells me all the time that she is not and that her God has her back, and the other, who was my caretaker when it mattered for a kid to have decent and loving care, who was brutal with me when she felt I was out of line, and even if it were unintended. Yes, this is the truth and there is not one person reading this who will deter me from speaking my own truth, because in speaking my own truth, I not only get to let those whose eyes happen upon this blog know that they are so not alone, but more, I see where I have been, know what I have been and realize now that no matter what, for the most part, I did not deserve any of the abuses I was forced to endure.

This is the reality of how abuse bleeds out into our homes and how that ugliness of thought and energy becomes part of the normalcy that sadly, many, many “followers of God” have made as part of the everyday living in those homes. My thoughts and prayers go out to those kids, those wives, because inherently they know….

Inherently and down to the bones of their soul, they know they are being treated wrong. They are too scared to go to hell. Guys…I promise…you are not going to go to hell…

Spirit would never make it so that in any manner, violence is somehow something that is not reactive. Violence IS reactive. Time to respond rather than react…

I Love You All !

Rev. Roxanne Cottell (Reverend Roxie) can be reached via email by clicking this link.

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