King Mentality

These are truly the days of dreams and visions for me. This is yet another middle of the night post. Creativity seems to have saturated every cell of my body. When I’m awake I’m stewing on manifesting my wildest dreams. When I’m asleep I have vivid and highly metaphorical dreams.

And in the liminality of the 3 to 6 am time period I am inundated with vision.

So…what is Cozett contemplating at 4:19 am on a Tuesday morning? The power and beauty of healthy masculinity. And how we can heal our world through the vehicle of it.

The words, “king mentality” kept rolling around in my thoughts so I began to ponder on what it could mean. What the implications are of such a mentality, what it looks like, and how it can be extracted from centuries of toxic masculinity and off the rails patriarchy. Naturally, “queen mentality” is the balancer of these mindsets and I will get to that soon.

But right now I have a grand idea. There are so many books in me. This concept is one of them. I feel it’s crucial for our forward movement as a global society. So with that said please pray that I will have the energy, patience and commitment to see this project through to publishing? It’s important. I promise.

All of humanity looks to its past examples of heralded leaders to influence its future course. It had occurred to me that men who are alive in 2021 and reading this are in a unique and exceptional position at this point in the human race. There are golden opportunities for men in 2021 that’s never been available to them until now. Believe it or not if you are a masculine…I truly believe you are alive and reading this for a very special reason and purpose. You were meant to see this post. Your inner battle cry has been heard. Your dreams are important. Your positive impact can be immeasurable. You are so needed. Needed but also free. Free to reign like the king you are IF you recognize what’s being drawn out of the depths of who you are. You’re being summoned to greatness. Not like the greatness of the past. Not like the greatness of Nebuchadnezzar, or Tutankhamun, or King James, or John Wayne, etc.

No. 2020 served us all up something that will have lasting implications for many lifetimes after this blog is posted and my book is (hopefully) published.

There is not one human life on the earth that hasn’t been touched by the Covid-19 pandemic. Whether you got sick, know someone who did, mourned someone who died from it…or never got sick, never knew anyone who did and never knew of anyone who died from it and was just irritated by the inconvenience and media coverage of it. It has affected us all at some level. This should be a common ground for us all. So don’t lose sight of the value of other humans who wave to you from the other end of the spectrum.

So where am I going with all of this? This post is a kick-off of sorts for some research I’m going to undertake to interview men from every country of the world. I am blessed to have an international readership and YouTube community. I’m so grateful that nearly every single day I am having interesting, if brief, interactions with people from dozens of different countries, religions, and socio-economic contexts. I talk with people who belong to tribes, live in villages, live in remote places, and have wildly different opinions and world views from my own.

And, I LOVE the tension that is held between my own values and opinions and those of the people who have such different views. You really can enjoy the company and pressure that sometimes comes from such diversity. The secret to the thrill and enjoyment of such company is that you each share 2 core values. #1. Love of humanity. #2. An open mind that isn’t hostile to being challenged. In other words an ego that is in check. If you share just these 2 things…you can enjoy the company of any human regardless of differences. Talk about opening up new worlds right?? An incredibly rich opportunity to see the world through someone else’s eyes and hear the heartbeat of the earth with someone else’s ears. To feel perceive and sense with a skin other than your own. Is that not exciting??

On July 27th 2021 I am eager to discover who the kings of the 3rd millenium are. They do not rule like their forefathers did.

If you’re familiar with the term, “divine feminine” you probably understand that after thousands of years of masculine rule we have and are shifting into the era of the divine feminine. The pendulum has swung and the future is female. It’s not just a nifty feminist soundbite. It’s the natural progression of the course of humanity. I am stoked to be a woman pioneering in this age. And because I recognize it I want to make sure I do it right so I can be the trailblazer that this wild and wonderful Universe has called me to be.

I want to be a divine feminine who helps set the stage for a better society for women and girls. But in wisdom I perceive this can’t be done by “stripping men of their power and puking in the face of patriarchy.” (As much as I have wanted to at times, admittedly.) No. The wise woman is a healer. And healers are seers of sorts. They can perceive wounds that others can’t. They can see the wounds of people who don’t even know they carry them. That is one thing that the masculine era taught us. To disconnect from our pain. Because pain is weakness and weakness is vulnerability and vulnerability does not perpetuate the human race.

So how can I best serve women and girls and the feminine collective? I can do this by reaching out to the masculine collective and encourage them to come up higher. I mean that’s one of the largest roots of societal problems around the world right? The majority of ALL violence is committed by men. Rapes, wars, murders, oppression, religious domination, originated and have been perpetuated largely by men. All of those things are symptoms. Not that men are bad. Not that patriarchy is by nature toxic. No. Patriarchy is fatherhood. Good fathers are indeed like shepherds. Protectors. Nurturers. We’ve been given a bad example. We have been living for thousands of centuries with toxic masculinity. But it only exists because of wounds and to some degree the early drives to survive and escape dinosaurs and such.

So this is one of my plans to make the world a better place. I want to hear from YOU.

What in your mind is a king?

What in your mind defines healthy masculinity?

Who have been positive masculine examples in your life? Whether personally or perhaps some public figure.

As we dance into the feminine era and tap in to all the mysterious and esoteric wisdom, and healing it offers…I still wanna hear it…for the boy…(Song: Let’s hear it for the boy by Deniece Williams.)

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July 27, 2021 0

Turkiye

It’s 3:51 am…and I just wanna be in Turkey. I’m curled up under my weighted blanket and have my lamp on dim. My eyes are fixed on the large world map I just put on my wall and my newly updated vision board.

My vision board is too personal to show. But, if you could see it you would see pics of the Turkish flag  and the bright blue water of the Mediterranean.

In my mind’s eye I see me walking down the shore just before sunset. Feeling the fine gravel and tiny rocks of the earthy beach. I’m looking out over the ocean dreaming big about what’s on its way to me.

The work I want to do there. It would be enough for me to sit alone on the beach or in some restaurant. Just to feel the vibration of the culture. The people. Even if I don’t “know” them…I somehow know them. The thrill of simple and honest observation of the buzz of life there is a source of endless curiosity for me.

The pitch and tone of their language is so beautiful. It has a cadence that rings of innocence and purity. The way they carry themselves, their mannerisms, gestures, facial expressions reveal a peculiar inner radiance.
The way they interact with their children is awe-inspiring. There is a depth of uninhibited warmth and reverence for children there. Even when there are public announcements being made it was never a generic, “ladies and gentlemen we will be landing soon…or ladies and genetleman please enjoy the entertainment….” It was always, “Ladies and gentleman and DEAR children….”

Children are always included in their announcements. As someone who suffered a traumatic childhood I LOVE that they feel it important to directly address little ones to keep them informed and make them feel safe and included.

Right now I long to be in some city center there. Perhaps sitting on a park bench across from a mosque . Taking in the opulent and unique and ancient architecture. Observing their going in and coming out and tapping into their energy to see if I can feel if they had some profound spiritual experience.

As an American who has lived my entire life in the Bible belt but also acutely aware that my faith has its roots in Turkey…I have to say the Muslim call to prayer fills me with a deep sense of stillness that makes me feel immediately and instantly grounded and centered. It never fails that I am covered in chills and struggle to keep tears in check when I hear it. The sound overwhelms me and makes me feel so small. So…held by the large unseen force I know as God. I feel enveloped and absorbed into something bigger than myself. Something mysterious. Something grander than my own my aspirations.

I can feel the robust and rolling vibrato on my skin. I feel it within as well. At my core. The resonance seems to shift things inside me.

I don’t know what the future holds for me there. I just know that when my feet touched the earth there I felt like I was at home and was going to be there many more times. I felt a sense of purpose. Dignity. Ambition. Hope. Inspiration. I felt these things more deeply than I ever have. I felt truly alive.

The ripple effect is proving to be a lasting one. My toes are still painted with the Turkish flag as my pedicure is still good. Soon it will fade. But for now everytime I’ve looked at my feet since I’ve been home I get this metaphorical lesson that my feet….belong on Turkish ground.

I won’t be happy until I can feel the earth and sand that is Turkish land sifting between my toes and leaving grit around my nail beds. It’s not enough for me to be some happy tourist. I have a work to be done there. I don’t know what it is. I just know it calls to me day and night. I see it in my dreams and wake up thinking I’m still there only to look out my window and see that I’m still in my little healing haven on a Red Bank cul-de-sac. I love Red Bank. I love Tennessee. I love the beauty of the south here. It’s my springboard and contrast that has led me to pursue and embrace some of my wildest dreams.

From Tennessee to Turkey…who’d have thought? I think my soul always knew though. And not just Turkey but the continents it graces. It is not just a bridge between two continents for me. But, a bridge between worlds. A bridge between realms. A passage between 3D and 5D. A unique trail marked just for me. Harrowing and heartening all at the same time. Beautiful and bittersweet as it’s a line of demarcation marking the moment of one of the greatest transformations of my life. A chaotic catalyst that will never allow me to go back to the way things were. I can never be the same woman I was before I left. Coming back onto US soil I stepped out into the humidity of a southern night on the 4th of July and realized I was having my own personal independence day of sorts. I’d broken free from the tyranny of trauma. I’d emancipated myself. I stepped into the woman I always hoped I’d become. One who had traveled alone and against the odds. There was literally NOTHING in my reality that could have indicated I could successfully pull that trip off. There was plenty of uncertainty and unknowns and fear based illusions that could have held me back.

But I chose to jump into the chasm. I assaulted the abyss of aberration. I dove into the hands of the cosmos and tasked the universe to catch me before I hit bottom or came to a tragic end. And it did just that.

It’s like I experienced zero gravity after my jump. I never went down. Only up. It was disorienting because suddenly reality wasn’t playing by the rules. Things were turning out far better than I could have dreamed. Where I should have fallen I rose. Where I should have stumbled I lifted off the ground and flew. Where I should have ran…I paused and allowed myself to have all the overwhelming sensory experiences that would have ordinarily put me in bed for a week to recover from.

It was like time stood still. Like I had cracked the code to the matrix. I began bending my reality and smithing it. In my hand a hammer and at my feet an anvil. In between was my destiny with lots of heat and fire. The force of my blows shaping it intentionally. Shaping me and my own humanity. My spirit. My essence. With skillful tongs I kept repositioning until all sides had received the proper amount of blows. And then what emerged from the fire and all the beating took me aback. What I witnessed forever changed the way I perceive myself.

Turkey, I promise I’ll be back. I promise I will dedicate some of the best of my life’s energy to exploring you. It feels as though we’re both excited about that.

Cheers to the glory that is you.

Love,
Cozett

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July 26, 2021 0

Assessing My F3 Response: Becoming Bulletproof Journal Entry

I’ve just started, “Becoming Bulletproof” by Evy Poumpouras. I had this book in my Amazon cart for a little while. As someone who has had a life filled with battling anxiety, the title appealed to me for obvious reasons. But, it wasn’t until my most recent trip to Turkey that I felt a nudge from Spirit and a deep resonance in my soul to go ahead and purchase it. In fact it was about two days before I was to fly home back to the states that I clearly heard the Spirit say to me, “what is in your future will require you to be bulletproof.” In that moment I had forgotten that I even had the book in my cart. I was moving about my hotel room packing and began quietly mulling over what I had just heard as well examine the emotions and feelings that came up as a result. As I folded and separated my dirty clothes from my clean clothes the feelings I was able to identify clued me in on what my impending future could hold. I felt feelings of hope, excitement, being respected, admired, looked to and intelligent. Now, isn’t that an odd response from a statement to an anxiety sufferer? I thought so too. But, it’s the feelings that let me know that I have one BIG adventure ahead of me. And, I need to prepare so it goes as smoothly and as fun and interesting as possible. I’m ALL about the odd and interesting. I find myself constantly immersed in the interesting. I have stories some people would never believe or imagine.

As someone who has been in counseling for years and one who practices mindfulness and meditation I have broke with thought patterns that feed fear. I’ve trained myself to distract myself and move should I start feeling bogged down with fearful thoughts. To some degree in retrospect…in this moment actually I realize I’ve lost a big part of myself to managing triggers rather than just living in the moment. At any rate, I’m about 32 pages into this book and twice now the author has prompted me to think on my fears. First to assess what I’m afraid of and second to assess my F3 responses and determine what is my most common response. Fight, flight or freeze. Both times I’ve balked at the thought of allowing any of these thoughts into my mind. My fear was…that I would become fearful if I think about it. My training has taught me to distract and get my mind to flit across the thoughts about fear like a stone skipping across a lake. To think about my destination rather than moment. And, that has served me well seriously. Instead of getting lost in thought about a doctor’s appointment I think on what I’m going to do once I leave the doctor’s office. Because, I AM going to leave. I’m not going to stop there. I have things to do and enjoy and rewards to give myself for getting through that appointment. It keeps me moving forward and gets me unstuck. Hence, the tendency I had to freeze.

As I intentioned to go ahead and get still and allow my mind to engage my fears here is what I discovered about my F3 response. My most common is to freeze. This response “comes” to me. It is one that builds in waves as my body slows to a halt. It’s progressive. It looms like an approaching hurricane as you register that you’re in its direct path and feels like you won’t be able to get out of its way in time. But, because it comes in measures and because I’ve done so much inner work I can at least identify what I need to do to begin to steer myself to a calm harbor. In these moments movement is key for me. If I’m alone I’ll usually dance if I have a good control. Or, if I don’t have good control I’ll usually uncontrollably fidget and flail a bit. On that note did you know this is actually an evolutionary response? If you’ve ever witnessed big cats in the wild you’ll notice that just after pursuing prey, fighting or other moments of challenge they will shake themselves. This is the body ridding itself of adrenaline and getting back into a parasympathetic state. Also, did you know that our sympathetic nervous system kicks in when we need to meet a challenge and our parasympathetic nervous system kicks in to help us rest and digest. They work in tandem with each other to keep us balanced out. And they do that automatically. Thank God, right?? Our bodies our awe-inspiring and ALWAYS working FOR us. Never against us. Remember that.

Next, as the author can also relate, my next common response is to fight. This is rare but it happens if I’m surprised and don’t see the threat coming. I’ll spare you the details but I’ve often sprung into fight mode when someone is aggressive towards me, wants to intimidate me or unnecessarily comes at me in anger. Other than those scenarios I freeze.

Here’s what’s most interesting to me though. Out of all that I’ve been through. My mother’s addict boyfriends, saving her life and the life of one of my brothers and the life of a stranger who was drowning at Fall Creek Falls (I couldn’t save him by going in the water after him because it was too dangerous and I’m not a strong swimmer. Instead I screamed until someone heard me and dove in after him. Two men from India there as tourists heard my cry and immediately responded. Had I not screamed he would have been dead because it was only he and I there and everyone else was downstream of the falls.) He looked me in the eyes as he went under like I had betrayed him by not helping him. I didn’t know until that night if he actually survived. Once one of the men dove in for him I ran to my car and called 911 and never looked back because I couldn’t bear seeing his body dragged out. Thankfully, he did survive and it was my voice and the skill of a stranger that saved him. In all of these things the ONLY F3 response I’ve never demonstrated is to flee. I’ve never backed down from a crisis. If it’s a personal crisis I freeze and then force myself to move. If it’s an unanticipated attack I fight. But, I’ve never fled in all of my 42 years. And in this moment that brings into focus just how bulletproof I really am.

What about you? Do you suffer from mental health issues? Panic disorder? Generalized Anxiety? It may be worth evaluating your F3 responses. You may come away with the pure gold of more confidence in yourself if you do.

July 16, 2021 0