Your stuff always gives me faith in the human spirit. Im so glad you survived such a tumultuous life. Im so glad you share your experiences and lessons on life. Love & best wishes, Kirsten.
This is a beautiful video. I agree with you, that ultimately there is no point in trying to ascribe blame. Where is the beginning of fault, anyway? And it's touching how you said life feels like it's only beginning. Life doesn't begin with graduating from school, or your first job, or your first marriage, or when you've transitioned or de-transitioned, but when you're finally reconciled with the Divine within you. Much metta ❤
You didnt ramble. Everything you said made perfect sense and moved my soul. Thank you for posting it. I just found you a couple days ago. God placed a video of yours on my feed at the perfect time for me to hear your words. And ive binge watched many of your videos...some more than once. You shine a beautiful light. Keep shining. Yes, the world needs you. I need you. ♥
From the ages of 8 to 14, I was almost mute. As a young teen, talking to boys was absolutely terrifying. Until one day, after meditating, I heard a voice in my head (not mine) that said “You’re as good as anyone else. Start acting like it.” It took lots of baby steps, but I finally pulled myself out that darkness. Know that you are not alone.
I'm really into Jungian psychology and the premise is that we are born whole, go through trials, become fragmented and split and then a shadow is created which then becomes our job to reintegrate as we go through life. Reading Robert Johnson (a Jungian protege) he says that this may seem like a pointless round-trip but that in the end, the wholeness is conscious whereas it wasn't when we were children. I see the ABC's of it all too Sam. This round-trip is truly mind bending. I'm hoping and holding faith that others before me have trodden this path so I will find my way too, even though that gets really hard to believe a lot of the time.
Hi Ayesha, I think we are walking a well trodden path made more complex by the time we live in. A time where our minds are fragmented by the commodification of our attention. I think that if we look back at the mystics, there is our path. A path known, with practices that aid our journey , there to be discovered. I have faith in you and truthfully, you are already walking that path.
Love your ponderings, Sam. I love to listen to them when I'm doing art. Such depth to your words, you are a brilliant wordsmith/writer. I've come a long way with my own trauma, and these videos resonate massively. Thank you.
Thank you so very much for sharing. My childhood was so much like yours. Mine was very traumatic. Although I have healed through the years, hearing your story takes me back to remember how as a child I was trying to solve all the adult problems for my family. I had no childhood. It wasn't till later I was able to reclaim my childhood. And I was able to heal. Thank you for sharing.
Everybody’s waiting for their suffering to have meaning For the emptiness inside us to be filled Longing for the permanent to come replace the fleeting And the restlessness Of our trembling hearts To be stilled We’re here tryin to make sense of all the chaos Hoping dreams now out of reach can be explored That we’ll finally know a love that’s never ever gonna leaves us And our broken lives And wounded hearts Can be restored Oh how long - How long Can we find the strength to still keep holding on? Tell us why - Why oh why The answers seldom come before we die?
Another thirty minutes of my life well spent. The depths of your insights into life… as you are finding peace… happiness… and purpose… as you share and I listen and receive… bring a great amount of calm and peace to my own life. Thank you, Sam. Lynda A mid-USA 70 year old woman
@@Call-Me-Sam Sam… I found your video “Finally Unafraid” earlier this week and left you a message there. Look for it. The impact your story has had on my “aged (someone set in it’s ways) brain” is immense. A depth of compassion for others has been released… or perhaps brought to the forefront and magnified as I’ve listened to your story. Thank you, again, for sharing… thus helping me to grow and change also. Lynda A mid-USA 70 yr old woman
Yes I found it… I posted it three days ago. That video is one month old so it must be mixed in with the older comments?🤷♀️ I screenshot it (I’m rather “wordy” so it took six photos to get it all… 😆). If I had a way… I’d send the screenshots to you. But I’m sure you’ll find it if you just look for my “@…” thingy… since I can still see it when I scroll thru the comments on that video… surely you can also? Lynda A mid-USA 70 yr old woman
An exquisite Love rant, Love song, the most Divine, beautiful, stunning, harmonious lyrics and music of your gifted and blessed human incarnation from the God source of your flesh, mind, heart, soul, spirit to the world of the hear, here and now! Keep composing and singing… Infinite gratitude and light, Layne
It is a beautiful place to be when we can connect with true reality and can appreciate the world around us. You have taken your challenges and have used them to strengthen yourself and to help others. You will find true joy in helping others overcome their pain, just by sharing your journey! ❤
Great video, Sam! You weren't ranting. This is ranting. Truth can feel very fearful when it is viewed as a practice, a virtue, a standard, an ideology or a noble thing that one has to contend with. Its like a great king, dressed for war, slumped on his throne with his head missing. Something is not quite right. The purple robe is fabulous, the insignias and symbols in the royal brocade - historic and meaningful, the carefully sculpted fleur de Lis in the walnut armrests are immaculate and polished, the sable gloves - perfection, and the ocelot trim -flawless, and the king's carefully crafted and reliable, double-edged sword, decisive and sometimes bloodied, resting sternly in its scabbard. But, the king's head is missing. None of the regalia will protect the nation, none of it will secure the nation's borders, none of it will draw out an army to gain victory over the enemy, none of it will judicate, bringing wisdom and justice to our desperate cause. None of it will summon us forward to dine in intimacy in the great hall. We can kneel and swear allegiance to the throne, the crown, and pay homage to all it represents. However, in actuality, Truth is a King who has great authority, He commands an army, he lives by an indestructible life. He makes judgements, interrogates the motives and intentions of the heart, secures the people, loves his people and any stranger who submits to his rule. He is a friend to the poor, no respecter of edifice or masquerade, one whose actions and words align perfectly, and in that way, in which ours, do not. Jesus said of himself, " I am the way, the truth, and the life." He is relational, he summons us to himself and says, "learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart, and you will find rest for your souls". I want to be ruled by that king. Do-you-want-to-be-ruled-by-that-king! The king has decreed that he owns 'the cattle on a thousand hills'." The king has declared, "The earth is the LORD’S, and all it contains, The world, and those who live in it." The potter sits in his studio, draped over his wheel, sleeves rolled up, a once, white apron girding his lap and belly, spattered with terracotta, slips and porcelain sludge. Expertly, he throws the block of clay into the centre of the wheel, drizzles water from his hand over it, and the wheel turns, steadily. His thick brown hands slide effortlessly over its surface and with one quick flip of his wrist his thumb dives itself down inside, more slip, the thumb drives upwards carefully forming the inner contours, his left hand supporting every move. Within a minute, a few careful manoeuvres with a thin metal tool and the pot is complete. The question of "am I enough?", is not, our question. Does the pot say to his maker "I am enough.' No, quite the reverse. It's Christmas morning, and little Johnny, rushes down the stairs. It's barely light but he can see the glow of the lit candles against the glossy sheen of the front room door, slightly ajar. Mother always enjoyed setting the scene. A 6ft tall polyester fur tree from Marks and Spencers, pre lit with snowy caps on each branch. A big angel of sorts with a missing eye sits on the top, staring down as Little Johnny throws himself on the ground next to a big red box. He looks up at Mother, smiling warmly, 'Go on," she says. He tears frantically at the paper, rocking with excitement flipping the box until finally it comes to rest. "AHHHH, " he screams with delight, "Hogwarts's Castle!!!! 1000 Lego blocks, Mum, Look, its got the Ford Anglia, stuck in the tree, the Durmstrang Ship on the Black Lake, Mum, its got everyfing!!!! Look at the picture Mum!", he rattles the box, "it doesn't feel like a thousand bits! Are you sure it's all there?" "Yes Johnny" she smiles broadly, "at that price, - it's all complete. All the pieces are there. The people at Lego count every brick." Johnny sighs, " It's perfect Mum, just perfect." " Come on, you haven't even built it yet." she chuckles. Johnny looks up, "No Mum...... it's perfect." He hugs the box. The question of being complete, or there being 'enough', is relational. The Lego manufacturer ensures that all parts required are provided. Johnny says, its perfect. The Hogwarts's Castle succeeds on the reputation of its brand, and the delight of the children, and adults who purchase it. You, my dear friend, are that gift, and let's call Johnny, the Son of God. You are not a gift to yourself. Johnny says, you are enough, for Him, with Him, to Him. Lego, guarantees it
I think we all have to accept our parents and their faults. We really have no idea what their early lives were like and there was really nobody to talk to for them. No psychologists, psychiatry (only crazy people were ever exposed to those people). For me it's not about blame or forgiveness. It's about acceptance. Absolutely nothing in life has any guarantees of working out, of being fantastic or of being absolutely vile. You can't blame the universe, it's just how it is. You have to accept it, and deal with the pain and celebrate the joy when and if it comes.
Hi Sam, the blame goes to the scapegoating dynamic intrinsic into zero-sum games also called dysfunctional systems. Our hierarchical social and economic structures are embedded with the zero-sum-game error and so ending the blame game seems like an impossible task to resolve, yet I guess the trick is to contextualise people by understanding their point of view and to blame the dysfunctional zero-sum-game dynamic itself so that it can be separated from the people that play it out hence possibly resolved. I hope you succeed in your healing journey, no matter what it seems we all walk aside one another.
Thanks Jan..... also, humans are flawed, life is complex and it's impossible to walk so lightly through life that you hurt no-one. It certainly doesn't help that we live in a " culture" that weaponises our flaws and uses them against us. From the commoditisation of our attention, to our fear of fictional narratives repeated ad nauseam on the msm, exacerbating selfishness and illusion.
Forgiveness will come in time.... as will self kindness and self compassion. When it does all begin to become a part of our lives....... we breathe our first free breath of relief
Thank you for this encouraging reflection. I agree. Forgiveness is the key. To come to a clear understanding of the horrible things people have done, to see just exactly what it is that happening, and then to look at it through the lens of forgiveness... it's a pretty awesome view.
It's such a privilege to be witness to your healing journey. I always very much look forward to your videos and come away with something that helps me in my journey. Thank you!
Sam I loved this video. Your truth is beautiful and I always feel validated and seen/heard from the brave things that you talk about. Thank you so much for sharing your truth.
Thank you . Yes, blame is complicated, the pain just gets passed down but we do need to acknowledge wrong doing by others and ourselves, ask for forgiveness and for want of a better word, repent . I think morality, truth, goodness are synonymous and we live in a moral universe.
I think a better word than blame is accountability. Without accountability how can there by any responsibility? The part I struggle with is how much of what's happened to me is accountable to my abusers and what portion is accountable to me. Fuck this shit.
I use to think I was to blame... " if I hadn't been born it wouldn't have happened " was my thinking for years. It isn't personal, it's not you or me, it's the darkness in your abuser.
Yes. Though lately I haven't been high enough in the hills for them to more easily be seen. You've reminded me to go back to those solitary high places. Thank you
I can listen to you for ever, all makes so much sense. Write a book. Thanks for sharing
Thank you. One day maybe but until then I'll keep talking
Your stuff always gives me faith in the human spirit. Im so glad you survived such a tumultuous life. Im so glad you share your experiences and lessons on life.
Love & best wishes, Kirsten.
Thanks Kirsten
You live in such a magical place. And no it wasn't a rant it was a sermon 😉
This is a beautiful video. I agree with you, that ultimately there is no point in trying to ascribe blame. Where is the beginning of fault, anyway? And it's touching how you said life feels like it's only beginning. Life doesn't begin with graduating from school, or your first job, or your first marriage, or when you've transitioned or de-transitioned, but when you're finally reconciled with the Divine within you. Much metta ❤
True words indeed. Thank you for sharing this.
You didnt ramble. Everything you said made perfect sense and moved my soul. Thank you for posting it. I just found you a couple days ago. God placed a video of yours on my feed at the perfect time for me to hear your words. And ive binge watched many of your videos...some more than once. You shine a beautiful light. Keep shining. Yes, the world needs you. I need you. ♥
Thank you
Ditto on the first five sentences. God…just at the right time. Thank you, Sam, and praise God!
From the ages of 8 to 14, I was almost mute. As a young teen, talking to boys was absolutely terrifying. Until one day, after meditating, I heard a voice in my head (not mine) that said “You’re as good as anyone else. Start acting like it.” It took lots of baby steps, but I finally pulled myself out that darkness. Know that you are not alone.
Hi Rita, this sounds a lot like a deeper part of you , rising within and parenting your younger self. How wonderful, thank you for sharing this.
Wauw so much deep wisdom...
Loved, truth, forgiveness, give life...
I'm really into Jungian psychology and the premise is that we are born whole, go through trials, become fragmented and split and then a shadow is created which then becomes our job to reintegrate as we go through life. Reading Robert Johnson (a Jungian protege) he says that this may seem like a pointless round-trip but that in the end, the wholeness is conscious whereas it wasn't when we were children.
I see the ABC's of it all too Sam. This round-trip is truly mind bending. I'm hoping and holding faith that others before me have trodden this path so I will find my way too, even though that gets really hard to believe a lot of the time.
Hi Ayesha, I think we are walking a well trodden path made more complex by the time we live in. A time where our minds are fragmented by the commodification of our attention. I think that if we look back at the mystics, there is our path. A path known, with practices that aid our journey , there to be discovered.
I have faith in you and truthfully, you are already walking that path.
Love your ponderings, Sam. I love to listen to them when I'm doing art. Such depth to your words, you are a brilliant wordsmith/writer. I've come a long way with my own trauma, and these videos resonate massively. Thank you.
Thank you, glad to be a part of your process.
Thank you so very much for sharing. My childhood was so much like yours. Mine was very traumatic. Although I have healed through the years, hearing your story takes me back to remember how as a child I was trying to solve all the adult problems for my family. I had no childhood. It wasn't till later I was able to reclaim my childhood. And I was able to heal. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you Dianna. I think we are all so different but also share so much in common.
Everybody’s waiting for their suffering to have meaning
For the emptiness inside us to be filled
Longing for the permanent to come replace the fleeting
And the restlessness
Of our trembling hearts
To be stilled
We’re here tryin to make sense of all the chaos
Hoping dreams now out of reach can be explored
That we’ll finally know a love that’s never ever gonna leaves us
And our broken lives
And wounded hearts
Can be restored
Oh how long - How long
Can we find the strength to still keep holding on?
Tell us why - Why oh why
The answers seldom come before we die?
Another thirty minutes of my life well spent.
The depths of your insights into life…
as you are finding peace…
happiness…
and purpose…
as you share and I listen and receive…
bring a great amount of calm and peace to my own life.
Thank you, Sam.
Lynda
A mid-USA
70 year old woman
Lynda, thank you for letting me know that my videos help. This means a lot to me .
@@Call-Me-Sam Sam… I found your video “Finally Unafraid” earlier this week and left you a message there.
Look for it.
The impact your story has had on my “aged (someone set in it’s ways) brain” is immense.
A depth of compassion for others has been released…
or perhaps brought to the forefront and magnified as I’ve listened to your story.
Thank you, again, for sharing…
thus helping me to grow and change also.
Lynda
A mid-USA
70 yr old woman
I can't see a comment from you under that video. Can you find it?
Yes I found it…
I posted it three days ago.
That video is one month old so it must be mixed in with the older comments?🤷♀️
I screenshot it (I’m rather “wordy” so it took six photos to get it all… 😆).
If I had a way… I’d send the screenshots to you.
But I’m sure you’ll find it if you just look for my “@…” thingy…
since I can still see it when I scroll thru the comments on that video… surely you can also?
Lynda
A mid-USA
70 yr old woman
I went back to it and just posted a “hello” comment to it… maybe that will make it show up.
An exquisite Love rant,
Love song, the most Divine, beautiful, stunning, harmonious lyrics and music of your gifted and blessed human incarnation from the God source of your flesh, mind, heart, soul, spirit to the world of the hear, here and now! Keep composing and singing…
Infinite gratitude and light, Layne
Thank you Layne X
A Love Chant 🙏🎵❤️
Your presentation was profoundly pure, raw, vulnerable and stellar. Don’t delete that Star ⭐️
I won't delete it, promise
It is a beautiful place to be when we can connect with true reality and can appreciate the world around us. You have taken your challenges and have used them to strengthen yourself and to help others. You will find true joy in helping others overcome their pain, just by sharing your journey! ❤
Great video, Sam! You weren't ranting. This is ranting. Truth can feel very fearful when it is viewed as a practice, a virtue, a standard, an ideology or a noble thing that one has to contend with. Its like a great king, dressed for war, slumped on his throne with his head missing. Something is not quite right. The purple robe is fabulous, the insignias and symbols in the royal brocade - historic and meaningful, the carefully sculpted fleur de Lis in the walnut armrests are immaculate and polished, the sable gloves - perfection, and the ocelot trim -flawless, and the king's carefully crafted and reliable, double-edged sword, decisive and sometimes bloodied, resting sternly in its scabbard. But, the king's head is missing. None of the regalia will protect the nation, none of it will secure the nation's borders, none of it will draw out an army to gain victory over the enemy, none of it will judicate, bringing wisdom and justice to our desperate cause. None of it will summon us forward to dine in intimacy in the great hall. We can kneel and swear allegiance to the throne, the crown, and pay homage to all it represents. However, in actuality, Truth is a King who has great authority, He commands an army, he lives by an indestructible life. He makes judgements, interrogates the motives and intentions of the heart, secures the people, loves his people and any stranger who submits to his rule. He is a friend to the poor, no respecter of edifice or masquerade, one whose actions and words align perfectly, and in that way, in which ours, do not. Jesus said of himself, " I am the way, the truth, and the life." He is relational, he summons us to himself and says, "learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart, and you will find rest for your souls". I want to be ruled by that king. Do-you-want-to-be-ruled-by-that-king! The king has decreed that he owns 'the cattle on a thousand hills'." The king has declared, "The earth is the LORD’S, and all it contains, The world, and those who live in it."
The potter sits in his studio, draped over his wheel, sleeves rolled up, a once, white apron girding his lap and belly, spattered with terracotta, slips and porcelain sludge. Expertly, he throws the block of clay into the centre of the wheel, drizzles water from his hand over it, and the wheel turns, steadily. His thick brown hands slide effortlessly over its surface and with one quick flip of his wrist his thumb dives itself down inside, more slip, the thumb drives upwards carefully forming the inner contours, his left hand supporting every move. Within a minute, a few careful manoeuvres with a thin metal tool and the pot is complete. The question of "am I enough?", is not, our question. Does the pot say to his maker "I am enough.' No, quite the reverse.
It's Christmas morning, and little Johnny, rushes down the stairs. It's barely light but he can see the glow of the lit candles against the glossy sheen of the front room door, slightly ajar. Mother always enjoyed setting the scene. A 6ft tall polyester fur tree from Marks and Spencers, pre lit with snowy caps on each branch. A big angel of sorts with a missing eye sits on the top, staring down as Little Johnny throws himself on the ground next to a big red box. He looks up at Mother, smiling warmly, 'Go on," she says. He tears frantically at the paper, rocking with excitement flipping the box until finally it comes to rest. "AHHHH, " he screams with delight, "Hogwarts's Castle!!!! 1000 Lego blocks, Mum, Look, its got the Ford Anglia, stuck in the tree, the Durmstrang Ship on the Black Lake, Mum, its got everyfing!!!! Look at the picture Mum!", he rattles the box, "it doesn't feel like a thousand bits! Are you sure it's all there?" "Yes Johnny" she smiles broadly, "at that price, - it's all complete. All the pieces are there. The people at Lego count every brick." Johnny sighs, " It's perfect Mum, just perfect." " Come on, you haven't even built it yet." she chuckles. Johnny looks up, "No Mum...... it's perfect." He hugs the box. The question of being complete, or there being 'enough', is relational. The Lego manufacturer ensures that all parts required are provided. Johnny says, its perfect. The Hogwarts's Castle succeeds on the reputation of its brand, and the delight of the children, and adults who purchase it. You, my dear friend, are that gift, and let's call Johnny, the Son of God. You are not a gift to yourself. Johnny says, you are enough, for Him, with Him, to Him. Lego, guarantees it
Guy, you really need to be making your own videos. Your enthusiasm and clarity is a gift and so uplifting . Thank you.
Thank you Sam
@@Encourage1another777 Speak soon.
@Call-Me-Sam By the way, I really like the title of this vid.
@@Encourage1another777I'm finding my voice 😊
Yes, you’re loved
what an inspirational messge loved it thank you
Your ‘rant’ was beautiful, and just what I needed. Thank you, Sam.
Thank you Carol, glad to help.
I think we all have to accept our parents and their faults. We really have no idea what their early lives were like and there was really nobody to talk to for them. No psychologists, psychiatry (only crazy people were ever exposed to those people). For me it's not about blame or forgiveness. It's about acceptance. Absolutely nothing in life has any guarantees of working out, of being fantastic or of being absolutely vile. You can't blame the universe, it's just how it is. You have to accept it, and deal with the pain and celebrate the joy when and if it comes.
Priceless wisdom Sam! ❤
Thank you
I agree it's not just to cope. I see trauma as a gateway to spiritual awakening. That's how it happened with me.
Agreed !
Hi Sam,
the blame goes to the scapegoating dynamic intrinsic into zero-sum games also called dysfunctional systems.
Our hierarchical social and economic structures are embedded with the zero-sum-game error and so ending the blame game seems like an impossible task to resolve, yet I guess the trick is to contextualise people by understanding their point of view and to blame the dysfunctional zero-sum-game dynamic itself so that it can be separated from the people that play it out hence possibly resolved.
I hope you succeed in your healing journey, no matter what it seems we all walk aside one another.
Thanks Jan..... also, humans are flawed, life is complex and it's impossible to walk so lightly through life that you hurt no-one.
It certainly doesn't help that we live in a " culture" that weaponises our flaws and uses them against us. From the commoditisation of our attention, to our fear of fictional narratives repeated ad nauseam on the msm, exacerbating selfishness and illusion.
I like these walks with you, Sam.
It’s very impressive you for give.
I don’t think I can forgive myself, never mind them.
Forgiveness will come in time.... as will self kindness and self compassion. When it does all begin to become a part of our lives....... we breathe our first free breath of relief
Thank you for this encouraging reflection. I agree. Forgiveness is the key. To come to a clear understanding of the horrible things people have done, to see just exactly what it is that happening, and then to look at it through the lens of forgiveness... it's a pretty awesome view.
It's such a privilege to be witness to your healing journey. I always very much look forward to your videos and come away with something that helps me in my journey. Thank you!
Thank you so much. This really helps me to know.
‘Brokenness of the world pass down through the generations’ so true ❤
Sam I loved this video. Your truth is beautiful and I always feel validated and seen/heard from the brave things that you talk about. Thank you so much for sharing your truth.
Thank you Laura.
So relatable, you articulate beautifully, love your videos
Thank you
a timely message for me, thank you Sam
This is timely for me, thanks Sam.
I have come to the conclusion that whatever happens in life is nobody’s fault. Sending you lots of love, dear Sam.
Thank you .
Yes, blame is complicated, the pain just gets passed down but we do need to acknowledge wrong doing by others and ourselves, ask for forgiveness and for want of a better word, repent .
I think morality, truth, goodness are synonymous and we live in a moral universe.
This so raw. Thanks for sharing
❤❤❤❤❤ walking with you
Was good, and clear. Thanks
Thank you
Everybody seems to be broken.
What is the name of the mountain, Sam?
Hi Melinda, I'd rather keep my location private for now. When I begin travelling I'll share more about where I am.
I think a better word than blame is accountability. Without accountability how can there by any responsibility? The part I struggle with is how much of what's happened to me is accountable to my abusers and what portion is accountable to me. Fuck this shit.
I use to think I was to blame... " if I hadn't been born it wouldn't have happened " was my thinking for years.
It isn't personal, it's not you or me, it's the darkness in your abuser.
Are the birds of prey still around you?
Yes. Though lately I haven't been high enough in the hills for them to more easily be seen.
You've reminded me to go back to those solitary high places.
Thank you