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WHO AM I.

When words cease to exist.
There is no scope to wander.
I wander when wonder left.
Escape left the boat.
Am I really deep down under.
Vices.
Alarms.
No tales to tell.
Addictions I roll eyes at.
Nothing fills the well.
Mind wants to control.
Soul feels buried deep.
Who I once thought I was.
Has run and played no seek.
Mundane as eating cardboard.
Boxes go to hell.
I just can’t find my self anymore.
Ones self has lost the shelf.

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ARE WE ALIVE OR IS IT THE BREEZE THAT BREATHES THROUGH WE.

ARE WE ALIVE OR IS IT THE BREEZE THAT BREATHES THROUGH WE.

Does it bare life.
Does it stand strong.
Does the wind fling it around.
Singing the winds song.
Is it dead, stood still.
Rigid.
Rigamortis.
Yet the air breathes through its vessel.
Perceiving life’s liveliest wishes.
An instrument with no player.
A silent sound – minus the mute.
A foot of the climber adorned with no boot.
A dragon – no wings.
How does one fly?
The day – no night.
A lid – minus eye.
The arc minus rainbow.
Hologram in a bin.
Cherry pie in the sky.
The portal within.

Poetry Bec Hart.

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ALWAYS HELD.

ALWAYS HELD.

ON DEATH DOORS WAKE.
THE OLD MUST BREAK.
AS PAIN RISES NEW.
DORMANT SHAME AS A TIME BOMB.
RIDDLED THROUGH.
ONE CANNOT HIDE.
NO MORE.
CONTROL WARS.
DRAMA.
A DYING DOOR.
SUNKEN SHIPS.
DEEP.
DYING.
DEATH.
YOU ARE HELD.
BUT WHAT IS….
LEFT.

ART AND POETRY – BEC HART.

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BEING A WOMAN.

What being a women has taught me, is that life was not in the suffering, the denial, rejection, opression, objectification, abuse, manipulation, degrading, labelling and sexualisation.

All of which I have faced.

That wasn’t life but lessons.

The story will always be a part of my life, at times denied parts may rise and maybe my story may be shown through another yet it doesn’t have to be the guide any longer nor lead the way.

Grateful for the breaking of armour and the uncovering of my true essence.

We was and are life as we lay in the womb and life as we are now lay in the womb of the universe.

Power is in the ability to stay as strong as a tree at the core as the world falls around you,  not faltering or altering your authenticity by manipulating others and controlling the direction but to be true to your truth, compassion, self love and worth. Allowing our emotions, feelings and truth to be a guide but not our master.

Handing over the struggles and rising in God’s hands as we trust that all is in divine order within Mother/Father God’s plan.

Being a women is being in her truth, unlimited nurturing, love, creation, power, vulnerability, courage, depth, playfulness and forgiveness.
Healing hands without a touch nor plan to heal a thing.

This is the power of a women.

This power a man holds within him too. Repression of the feminine within. Also a lesson not a life plan.

Balance, the key to see.

I am grateful for all those who came before us and now stand beside us in and as the air, trees, breath, being, bones and grit of life.

Beyond grateful!

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY.

May our days be blessed.

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AWAKEN FROM THE DREAM.

THE DREAM.

AWAKEN FROM THE DREAM.
THOUGHTS THAT TORTURE.
SEEM.
LIKE LIFE IN A MOVIE SCENE.

BATTLES FAR ASHORE.
PUNISHMENT NO MORE.
CAST AWAY THE SINS.
RELEASE THE PRISON WITHIN.

BREAK DOWN THESE ANGRY WALLS.
BITTERNESS ATTACKS, AS WE PLAY SMALL.
AWAKEN US FROM THIS NIGHTMARE.

TAKE US FREE, IN TO FLIGHT.
THREE FOLD FLAME.
FREE US FROM THE WHEEL OF KARMA.
LET US FEEL AS ANGELS.

OF THAT, WE ARE.
STARS OF HEAVEN.
COSMIC.
DELIGHT.

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BEFRIENDING THE ENEMY.

How 24 hours can shift your reality.

Yesterday wasn’t an ordinary day as mentioned in my last blog, I felt like I had gone backwards, way back in time. Way back in time with a totally different perspective yet there were many realisations, many! It wasn’t a very nice place I went to admittedly.

The call for balance in my life was most definitely the most profound realisation, as I realise that I’ve somehow managed to become too focused on within and really would like to be outdoors more and socialising.

Fear was still playing it’s sad song in the background of my life preventing me from coming forward with my gifts, using the same old excuse of, “I don’t know how or nobody needs me, haven’t got a purpose.” Screams of coming last in everything as a child. Although last place/backwards is the best place to be as you get to see everything in full colour and surround sound.

I’d love to know if anyone else does this form of self sabotage to avoid shining in the spotlight (which may never even happen).

Today totally different mindset, I actually received a message off a friend who could truly see me. The power in someone acknowledging you is profound, you feel less alone with it somehow. What impact that has is something I could never ever explain. Just like how I somehow manage to travel around in time, maybe one day I will know more about this but it’s something I’ve done since I was really young. I remember certain events that happened say at 15 then I found out it occurred 10 years later but this was an event for me to remember as it was a guide for what I would be doing later in life.

This has happened to with artwork only for them to come true in my life at a later date or even uncovering past events and the connection between all.

My life feels unusual at times, I feel unusual at times. I’m not sure if it’s because I am or this is happening with lots of people and we don’t speak out because of fear.

I’m here speaking out, I’m not hiding anymore. I love all of me, even in the darkness and strangeness of reality – if there is such a thing.

Heart still a little tender today but I’m breathing and that is truly the basis of life.

I am alive.

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REVISITING THE DENIED HOMES.

They say the end is the beginning and the beginning is the end.

I’ve woke up this morning barely able to move in excruciating pain, head banging, pulsing, very awake.


I feel like I’ve been transported back in time and I’m extremely confused.

This past year has been like I’ve lived it from the future then from April 2019, I’ve gone backwards somehow and now at the beginning from when I first started to see life through a more awake lens in 2017.

It’s like I’m being given a second chance to look at things, it’s really strange and the past few days have been crippling and my mind wanted to try to understand everything but I just cannot physically understand.


I’ve been questioning who am I so much of late because I realised through the past numbing of my emotions and dissociation I’ve somehow managed to literally attune to everything outside of me at a ridiculously precise cellular level and completely lose myself, yet at the same time I haven’t.


Previously (yet its been sneaking in again);

Lost in the obedience, compromise, people pleasing, expected role, subservience, self sacrifice, self punishment, controlling inside. Thinking I’m not enough, wondering what’s wrong with me, all the clues of total manipulation and control from systems, manipulation and punishment.


To the dual opposite rebellion, anger, self sabotage, numbing, controlling outside and feeling totally not bothered.


As I reach a central point or so I thought, thrust back into it again.

Is this a second chance to do things differently or a chance to re-evaluate.

What I do notice is I’d lied to myself a lot! All my feelings, pain raw, surging I’m not tempted to hide, distract or fix though, I’m more interested in what they have to say.

I feel seriously angry, totally lost in my next steps in life and not knowing what’s going on or who I am.

Masses of memories, I’ve had lots come up relating to the severe judgement and rejection I’ve faced all my life, being tossed around multiple services like a rag doll and then discarded.

Same pattern in every area of life.

Most definitely the root cause behind addictions, self hatred, self harm, suicide attempts, hiding, wanting validation and obsessions of finding something or someone to fix me.

It’s really strange I’m in this excruciating pain and I’m thankful,

I’m like thanks for showing me what’s been hiding. Thanks for the awareness, thanks for the pain to bring presence into my life.

I see that people don’t mean to hurt others it’s this idea that there’s something that needs fixing when all we really want is to be heard but they’ve denied their own needs so they fix or deny too.

That’s where it started, I wasn’t heard ever! I wasn’t seen! I was an extension of every other person and eventually took on their pain and lives as my own (which I’m aware could be happening right now). I was judged, controlled and then it was reaffirmed through everything I did, deep ingrained looped patterns.

Old records spinning, same pattern different tune.

How can I be better, I must conform.
How can I fix this, I must rebel.
Denying my truth that I’m petrified of living in this world because I don’t fit in, I don’t agree with the masses, I’m scared to speak out, I’m scared of being held captive yet that’s the very thing I’d been doing to myself inside about my past and how I feel about my now.

Telling myself, I’m ok, things will work out.
Truly I’m not ok, I’m scared, I’m scared that I won’t have anywhere to live, that I’m not good enough to have the life I truly want. I’m scared that I’m gonna have to go back and work somewhere I don’t want to, just to live. I’m living in poverty yet nobody cares.

Why on Earth do we pay to live it’s absurd?

I’m scared that people will read this and judge me.

I’m thankful though because I’m here for myself and I am so very aware.

I don’t know how long I’ll be heading backwards to go forwards but I know there’s no rush.

Who am I, I just don’t know and that’s ok.

I have no idea what my next step is, all I can do is pray and start again.

Breathe Bec, breathe.