Update: New Articles, Posts, and All Things Awesome!

Hello, sweet kindreds!

I haven’t posted here in a while because I have moved the blog over to a new website 🙂

There’s so much new work there that I’d love to share with you!

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So much love and I can’t wait to see you on the new site 🙂

Big Nonlocal Quantum Hugs 🙂

PollyAnna 🙂


The Blog Has Moved

Hello, Sweet Kindreds!

I wanted to let you know that this blog has moved to www.positive-pollyanna.com

I’d love to invite you over to the new website so you can continue to follow the posts and learn about some amazing new things coming up 🙂

So much love and I hope to see you at the new home space 🙂

PollyAnna 🙂

Are You “Too Sensitive?”

109789An_Angel_s_TearsAs human beings, we are susceptible to a wide array of energies at any given moment. Some tear at our auric fields, while others mend them. As a species, we have created a society in which to survive, we must deny that which we are completely – vulnerable.

In the United States, it is a social norm that we do not cry in public. If we do, it must be under the following circumstances (we won’t get into gender roles in this article, but we will talk about them soon):

1. We are an infant or young child who needs to either sleep, be fed, or happens to be bleeding;
2. We must be in severe physical pain, which requires a visit to the ER or a hospital stay;
3. In moments of extreme duress, such as the sudden loss of a close loved one, but rarely is it acceptable to have a bout of sobbing over people outside of the immediate family;

Or the most common of all:

4. The silent cry when we are overwhelmed, happy, touched, sad, or a plethora of other feelings.

However, throughout most of our days, we teach ourselves how to deny our hurts, and yet we are surprised that our pleasures are thwarted. We are creatures of balance. When we deny one piece of ourselves, we deny an equal, yet opposite aspect. But things in our world are changing.

In the past few years, there’s been a growing campaign to be politically correct in every vein imaginable. From race to sexual orientation to which Quidditch team you root for, there are terms more socially acceptable and kinder to use than others. This campaign for tolerance, sensitivity, and empathy has even stretched into larger issues that were once deemed rites of passage, such as bullying and hazing. Things that were once accepted as part of life are now being challenged. The interesting part is why.

Recent science suggests that ancestral memory can be transferred via DNA. Because we are resonant beings that interact with our reality by way of da6f68f3f434c96d06f246847d88c08efrequency, every memory is charged with a specific frequency range that is then felt emotionally. For multitudes of generations, our ancestors suffered at the hands of one another, and part of this change is the depths of repressed emotion rising to the surface to be purged. The younger generations aren’t weaker than the ones that came before them, rather they are carrying the weight of transmutation and creating change for a more positive, more evolved humanity on Earth.  The other part of this equation is recognizing what we are.

As humans, we are covered in nerve endings. It is in our very biology to be sensitive. Our physiology helps us decode the energies around us from our environment, our peers, and even ourselves. This is one of the reasons we feel so vulnerable to a new lover; when we expose our skin completely, we are taking in about 100-300% more information (aka: energy) than we do any other time during our day, depending on the season (turtlenecks in winter versus miniskirts in summer). When we try to deny our emotions, we don’t allow them to process properly.

Our bodies being the energetic conductors they are, when we cannot properly process the energy surging through us, we inadvertently short circuit the system. Think of it as emotional adware. When your computer is infected with adware, it slowly starts bogging down your computer until your computer stops working altogether. Then comes a visit to Geek Squad and potentially a bill you didn’t plan on paying that month. This is exactly what happens to your mind and body when you don’t properly process your emotions. The unprocessed emotions nestle in your cells undetected. They slowly start to amass more and more space until you are forced to deal with them, which is difficult because it is painful.

c4bff3c82b0f05751c5311eb3205cf8fNegative emotions are sharp energies with jagged edges. Have you ever heard of the saying, “He/she cut me with his/her words”? This is an actual reference to the severing of your energetic field by the negative energy you are processing. However, when these energies aren’t properly dealt with, the energies go inward, cutting your energy much deeper than the initial event. Every time these feelings or memories surface (and create a negative response within you), you are being cut all over again. This is why it is so difficult to deal with our past hurts. We have to pull glass shard-like energies out of our field and then heal. It is painful, but necessary.

Crying when you need to is not a sign of weakness, but rather a sign of a healthy human being. As you cry, you release neurotoxins, which means you’re cleaning yourself from the inside out. Think of tears as golden honey running into the cuts of your field, melding the cracks, and healing your hurt. You are a beautiful, sensitive being that is here to experience, express, and evolve. Remember not to cut yourself off from it.

So much love and Big Nonlocal Quantum Hugs!

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An Opus for the Hopeless

This post was inspired by one of my dearest friends and one of the most amazing beings I’ve ever known.  This is intended to help those who are suffering, in any way, to bring you faith when yours may be lacking.


I cannot imagine your pain.

I have not lived within your body, nor have I felt the unique sensations you experience when you feel the cells of your body are betraying you.

I cannot say for certain what will happen in your immediate future, aside from the pain, loss, defamation, and cruelty you have grown accustomed to.

What I can do is share my story and extend a hand of hope.

I know what it is like to be chastised for being different, for having an outlook on the world that defies convention, for looking a certain way, for having a certain personality, or for holding beliefs that challenge the programmed paradigms of the many.

They say words can’t hurt us, but we all know that’s a lie we tell ourselves to move forward.  A fake layer of protection that lies upon our wounds like salt.

I have been called names that still bring tears to my eyes because they were used to separate me from love and acceptance.  Yet I stood in silence, refusing to exchange or return hateful remarks.


I have been beaten to the point where I could barely see.  Yet after every strike, every attempt to keep me down, I rose to my feet and refused to give in.

I have been assaulted and despoiled numerous times.  Yet I clung to my dignity and learned to see my value.  It took a while, but I stand here today no one’s victim and free of the bitterness I could have chosen to let in.

I have been held captive with no escape.  Yet my spirit, courage, and faith could not be caged, and I was freed.

I have lived in poverty where a shower a week was a blessing, and food was sometimes nonexistent for over a week at a time.  I know what it is to starve; yet I gave my one meal after days of nothing to the homeless man on the corner because he did not have a roof to retreat under.  It was clear; I was the lucky one.

I have felt betrayed and disgusted by my body; yet I learned to love my vessel and view it as a temple.

I have felt so lost, alone, and helpless, that I wasn’t sure why I was alive.  Yet I survived and became more than I ever thought I could be.

I have suffered night terrors I never thought would end; yet I have found peace in the night, freeing myself of the consternation that froze me in time.

I have also seen unimaginable beauty that moved my soul to tears.

I have experienced kindnesses that reminded me of why I fell in love with the human race to begin with.

I have experienced healing I was told was impossible for someone of my experiences.

When I allowed myself to face my demons and truly work through all of the hurts I thought were scars, I found myself anew.


I confess not to know your pain, but rather to know your ability to triumph over it.  There is nothing in this world stronger and more resilient than the human spirit.  You are irreplaceable in this world, and you are here for a reason.  In a multiverse that bleeds so perfectly together, down to the atoms needed to create your magnificence, there are no mistakes.

There is more than hope at the end of the tunnel.  There is a beautiful, new beginning awaiting you.  All you need to do is believe it could be there.  You don’t have to know how to get there.  Trust that there will be happiness, peace, and sovereignty.  I promise you, if you choose the path of hope, healing, and inspired action, that all encompassing love will find you and fill your life with a joy that you may not even be able to fathom in this moment.

We are not simply survivors.  We are transcenders.

Polly Perfect

11bb920f19dcbd3adee540081bc52961Today I experienced one of the most profound lessons I think I will ever learn – I will never be perfect.  I was talking with one of the people I cherish most in the world, and I was so blessed by our exchange.  This person came to me in love, to let me know I had hurt them.  While I was upset with myself for having done, said, or engaged in anything that would hurt anyone, let alone someone I love so much, I was equally grateful for this being’s strength and love to stand up for themselves to let me know I was not doing my part as a friend.

This opened up a transformational dialogue that allowed me to understand how I could be a better partner in a loving platonic or romantic relationship, and how I could be a better version of myself.  This was one of the most loving exchanges I’ve ever had, and I’m so grateful for the opportunity to evolve in such a powerful way.  After a tearful release, I realized the futility of my own personal pursuit of perfection, opening me up to an area of myself that was ready to be purged and rewritten.

When I was younger (much younger 😉 ), people used to call me Polly Perfect.  While there are worse things to be called, and I’ve definitely been called a few unsavory things in my time, it created a standard in my head that I must always maintain or else I am simply not a worthy being.  Can you see the self-destructive process already?

I began setting up Herculean feats for myself to accomplish, which I never seemed to quite complete.  I had to look perfect, act perfect, be compliant, never cause a problem, be the best at everything I did, have perfect grades, be the best sister, be the best daughter, be the best friend, be the best problem solver, and by golly would something awful happen if I didn’t take on everyone else’s problems as my own.  As you can see, this never-ending list of pursuits is largely illogical and driven by two simple things – the fear of abandonment and the fear of being unlovable.

This process began as a child, and a rather small one at that.  I have always been much smaller than the majority of my peers, and growing up as the middle child in a full house where everyone was extremely intelligent, talented, and beautiful, meant I had to be louder and better to get noticed…at least this was the illusion I convinced myself of.

I developed charming traits that came quite naturally from my positive and loving nature, such as bubbliness, severe obedience, and theeagerness to please others.  These personality additions seeped into my interactions with everyone I met well into my adulthood.  I learned early on people enjoy interacting with Happy Polly versus regular Polly, and even though I am a natural optimist, I began to convince myself that I was happy all the time.  To be anything less than joyous would surely result in being less of a person.

I quickly amassed an immense amount of responsibility rather young, and I began to predicate my personal value on how many things I could handle at one time, how much other people liked me, and if my behavior was approved of.  These may not seem like bad or negative things; however, looking at this list of derivative value, it is very clear to me now that I acquired worth purely from people and things outside of myself.  It wasn’t long before the pressure from the pursuit of perfection became self-destructive.

A barrage of traumas and a few abusive relationships later, I found myself lost, alone, and still searching for the need to be perfect.  I couldn’t understand how I had gotten to that place.  I was genuinely kind, smart, loving, and wanted so desperately to give the world to everyone in my life.  What went wrong?  Of course, I knew the answer…I wasn’t perfect enough.  There must be some sort of naturally occurring flaw that must be marring me, because how else could I have messed up my life so royally?  It wasn’t until a couple years later, when I hit my mid-20s, that I discovered the answer.


I had given a piece of myself away every time I placed perfectionism before my own wellbeing.  With every well-intentioned, yet displaced, action, word, and thought, I was fractioning my sense of self.  I truly believed that if I was not perfect, then I was completely unlovable, and no one would want to be part of my life for very long.

Universal laws being what they are, my beliefs about being abandoned and unloved had a tendency to show up often.  Even though I had an

affinity for succeeding at everything I set my mind to, I felt this perpetual pull into an emptiness I couldn’t explain.  Thus, the divide between my true identity and the distorted idealism I was striving for grew, throwing me into the rocky trenches of an awakening.

Awakenings are not always as fun or as cheer-filled as they sound.  Conversely, most of mine have been filled with an immense amount of challenge as my paradigms shifted.  This one was a little different though.  It took about five minutes for this new awareness to fill me, and I had to laugh at myself for how silly I’d been up to now.  I look at people from all walks of life every day, and I see their beauty.  I am not oblivious to imperfection, but rather, find the beauty in the duality of the experience.  Creatures that are capable of so much love, are also capable of so much destruction; but it is the triumph of the human spirit over the duality they have been immersed in that makes me fall in love with them over and over again.  Their strength, determination, courage, and capacity for passionate kindness is what makes them so loveable; not their ratio of perceived light to dark.

This is truth about perfectionism.  The human experience is not about ushering myself towards this ideal of transcendent purity that will finally make me worthy of love and all forms of abundance.  Being human is about experiencing all of it, the perfect and the imperfect.  We are in an ebb and flow of moments, some marked by an exquisite beauty that can move us to tears and others marked by a darkness that shakes us to our core.  It’s not about eradicating the darkness or imperfection from ourselves; it’s about surrendering to the suppleness of the evolution that mistakes and missteps have to offer.  When we can learn to embrace all of ourselves, even the pieces we see as flaws, and look at them for what they truly are, then we will give ourselves the opportunity to choose higher expressions of self.  It was quite clear that burying myself in the pursuit of an exalted state of faultlessness simply made me bury pieces of myself that I was ashamed of.  I now see that shame, fear, and doubt only cause us to polarize ourselves further from our divine essence, and thus, can hurt others and ourselves in the process.  The endless chase of perfectionism only deters us from our unique and organic expression of our greatness.

5f9da4ef872a4af66e1c5559a681d4ddI am choosing to put down the proverbial whip and collar I’ve been using on myself for the past twenty-seven years.  Instead, I am choosing to take a long, deep look at all that I am for the transmutation into my true expression of self, which will be perfectly imperfect.

Why Do I Love?

bd36dc358eab413d2c250ffa5107775cI was looking in a mirror tonight and I asked myself a question.  “Why do I love?”

It was such a simple question, but it opened a floodgate response I couldn’t ignore.

I hope this resonates with you as much as it did with me.  My subconscious mind and larger aspect had much to teach me this evening.


Why do I love?

I love because when I am not loving, I feel like something has gone awry in the universe.  Some great injustice has been committed against my sacrosanct nature of sharing the most precious gift I bring to this world.

It is not about loving an individual or focusing on one bond in particular.  Nor is it about receiving love in return.  It is about honoring the my essence; the very core from which I was created.

I am love. 555929_10200152765994446_135035224_n

I cannot help but be who I am.

I have tried on various masks over the years.  Tried to assimilate into a world I seldom understand, yet completely adore.  None of them have stuck.

They all fade into the wind as their elastic bands break against the pulsing of my contained energy, itching to be shared with the world.

For me, loving is like breathing and equally important.

The mental, emotional, and spiritual suffocation I feel when I try to conform into a less radiant being is no different than allowing myself to slowly die from malnourishment.

It is an injustice to become only a shell of the potential I possess.  Not only to myself, but to the world I am here to serve.

I am not alone in this energetic purpose.  Yet so many of us try to stifle ourselves from truly loving one another.

We come up with reasons to separate from one another.  We focusing on what we have been told are imperfections, as if you could ever be anything but perfect when standing in your power and wholeness.

We become so consumed with self-consciousness that we lose the true consciousness of the self.

I am here to be me, and I am love.  Pure, unadulterated love.

148147_450251765021296_780241934_nIn this moment, I choose to share and spread that love unabashedly and without apology every day forward.  I will bathe in the magic well springs of emotional alchemy that ensues from honoring and loving the divine within all beings.

I will tell you that you are beautiful.  I will tell you how truly special and unique you are.  I will tell you what I see in you and that you needn’t be afraid of the amazingness you have within you.

I will tell you the truth.

The truth of who you are.  The truth of who you were born to be.


It is my purpose.  I am your mirror and you are mine.  Everything I see in you is my own reflection, and I am yours.  I accept you fully as you are.


I see you, and I cannot help but love you.

Vortex Writing: A Course in Creative Writing

Book of natureAs most of you know, I am an internationally published writer.

I have teamed up with the amazing Amanda Flaker, CEO & Founder of Chakra Center, Co-Founder of Soulsister Alchemy, and an accomplished, professional, internationally published writer and journalist, to bring you a TRANSFORMATIONAL new online course with a NEW APPROACH for CREATIVE WRITING!


Beginning September 16th, 2013, join us for an 8-week online course where you’ll get to create a short story or the first chapter of your novel (if you are already working on a novel, you can work on any chapter(s) you wish).

We’ll help you:

  • Overcome writer’s block
  • Enter your unique space of writing and flow
  • Discover dynamic characters & unique worlds
  • Unrestrict your creativity and inspiration
  • Take your passion to new heights and develop your writing gifts
  • Receive feedback from established, professional writers
  • Enter a loving, nurturing environment where your gifts can thrive
  • And So Much MORE!

Visit Positive PollyAnna for more information and to sign up for the class!  We hope to see you there!

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