People lie...All the time.But why?What makes us make things up?Oh...I know.Fear. Fear of what?Well, it could be from lots of stuff. Sometimes we lie to make the truth seem bigger and better than what it was. Or maybe we lie to do the opposite...To play down what really happened so it’s less fun. Or not as bad as it seems, sorta thing.So in some way, shape, or form, we lie to protect ourselves from the consequences of not following a code of conduct. Of not keeping a promise. Of not honoring your word. Or maybe you lie because of something that happened in your past, so lying feels like self-preservation, as a way to prevent something bad from happening, like it did.So an example of how lying happens could go like this...Life causes you to step outside a line in some way, and then you do, and BOOM, you feel threatened in some way. You feel shame.You feel like you can’t explain.So lying to save yourself from exposing those emotions, feels like the safest way to avoid pain.And maybe the lie does actually save your life...Or someone else’s life so it was like, a good lie to make. Or maybe the lie gets you something good. But what discerns good?I suppose it depends on what the lie is and the effect it has on you and everyone involved.But generally speaking, lies innately carry a low frequency because of the history that caused it in the first place so that only leads to more low frequencies because law of attraction is in action all the time so momentum is always going to do its thing.But the truth is, at the root of why we lie is simply because we don’t feel safe to express our truth. Which is because humans have never been taught how to, because humans don’t really know themselves, plain and simple. And it’s generations deep. We keep breeding with seeds of fear and insecurities, raising kids to become just like we did, so the cycles of lies keep going...ya dig?And that’s why when life gets hard we don’t know how to slow it down. And that’s why humans do stupid things, even though they don’t really mean too.It’s just what happens when you dot feel safe to express yourself.And so imagine, if you could just let go of the fear and say how you feel. To say what really happened. To get out all the things you've been keeping in off your chest. You have no idea how heavy low frequencies emotions can be until you let go of them entirely.Anyway, that’s all I have to say for today. Don’t let your monster stop you from saying how you feel and don’t let your feelings control you in a negative way. And remember the lies always catch up to you in some way. Good day. SOCIAL MEDIA // @ArtistSarahLong artistsarahlong.com artistsarahlongstore.com  EMAIL // [email protected]

Yo, yo, I just got some breaking news...We are all at risk of dying one day...And I dunno if this is breaking news for everyone or just me, but what I’m finding about this new news I just received, is that it makes me less worried about stupid things. Things like viruses and disease. Mainly because I already had both and I’m still here, so I know it’s hard to die if it’s not your time.I also know that worrying about those things is actually worse then getting something like one of those things because the worry increases a stress response which increases inflammation and weakens the immune system, which then increases the risk of getting sick.And to make matters worse, the worry will then cause law of attraction to bring to you more stuff to worry about. So that being said, I’m not gonna let the fear of a pandemic affect my vibration because it’s not worth it.These types of things come up all the time...About every four years, to be more precise. It’s like the year 2000 when the world was gonna end. Then we had that SARS things, and H1N1, and let’s not forget about the threat of salmonella poisoning, and let’s forget about the times we had to worry about losing our damn minds because of all the crime going on all the time. And so I’m like, the news and media streams will increase the hype of things, because they know it will drive more fear than there needs to be.And that will then cause things to get worse than the actual thing we're afraid of, because that’s what happens when something gets momentum.But it does make me wonder why after all this time, the human being can’t seem to see how much beauty and abundance there is, in spite of the perceived threats we are constantly faced with.Why do we relentlessly choose to feel sick? To focus on the problem?Why do we always try to find the bad news and talk about it with our friends over and over again?Oh, I know?We like it.The Fear.It’s like a drug and it feels good to be in love, doesn’t it? Even if it’s the very thing tearing us apart.Anyway, that is all I have to say for today.Just thinking out loud about life and love and the cause and effect our thoughts and emotions have on the world.I’m out. SOCIAL MEDIA // @ArtistSarahLong artistsarahlong.com artistsarahlongstore.com  EMAIL // [email protected]

I knew this chick.She was cool as shit.But she did some shit that I wasn’t cool wit.What was it?Well, she cheated on her boyfriend and he was my friend. And for the longest time, she made it look like he was the bad guy. That he hurt her. And he broke her heart and that’s why she was so messed up.But come to find out, what really happened was, he loved her more than she wanted to be loved. More than she’s ever been loved.And she just didn’t know how to handle it and it made her Monster freaked out. And when the monster takes over, well, look out. That’s when the human being tends to go and do, what we on the outside call, “a stupid thing.”And that’s what she did.When she found out he was gonna propose, she panicked and all she could do was think about all the reasons why it was too soon. How she wasn’t ready...So she did what some narcissistic people do, and she went out to a bar and hooked up with some random stranger.It didn’t mean anything and after the fact, the shame and the guilt kicked in, and she realized she should marry him because life without him is better than this.So she goes back to the house and she says yes, and she has sex with him without telling him what she just did. Which inevitably is how sexually transmitted a disease to him.I forget what it was, something like, HIV maybe.Of course, they break up eventually, because he slowly realizes he can’t get into her like he wants, and needs to be.  He realizes she’s a freak. And soon day he leaves but he hates himself for it.It’s almost like he had to break his own heart cause if he didn’t, he’d end up breaking her, for the pain of not feeling loved will eat you apart. So eventually he moves on...He finds someone else to love, but in the back of his heart, she’s still there. Her smell. Her laugh. Her eyes...The inner workings of her mind. He can’t forget her cuz the heart's still in love.So he always wonders if he should go back to her. Maybe she’s different now. Maybe things will work out.But it makes me wonder...Would he feel that way if he knew what she did that day? If he knew how she fucked some guy the day they got engaged.And multiple times after that cuz she kept having panic attacks.I bet he’d get over her a lot faster if he knew the truth.If he knew that’s why he never felt well.If he knew what she really did to him.But then again, maybe he’d be even more hurt than he is, and if he is, then maybe the truth would cause him to become more like her...Someone who acts like a monster because of all the times they got hurt before. Who knows...I don't. I’m just thinking out loud about life, love, and the tragedies and triumphs of being human.These poor humans are really messed up...SOCIAL MEDIA // @ArtistSarahLong artistsarahlong.com artistsarahlongstore.com  EMAIL // [email protected]

Hello...Is anyone there?I don’t think anyone is there?Who cares...Just say what you gotta say.It don't matter anyway...Ok...Well, I just wanted to say...For the record, that there is definitely a part of me that is dead, and I didn’t kill her, someone else did.And that might be the reason I killed other pieces of myself, as a way to cope with who I’d become, as a way to protect myself. And now I'm starting to think, that’s probably why I don’t feel very well.I’m missing very important pieces of myself.The pieces that make me happy.The pieces that make me feel strong and secure and confident in my body.The pieces that make me feel secure with money...And the pieces of me that love to love and that love to have fun.The pieces of me that know how to play and laugh, and sing, and dance like we’re kids.And the pieces of me that doesn’t worry about time because she’s always high on life. These are the pieces I need in order to be an awesome human being, and I don’t know if I’ll ever find her again because I don’t know how to reconnect with the dead.If I did, I’d call myself a medium and then I’d talk to my dead self and ask her how to be MySelf.And then I’d tell myself, and maybe then I’d feel more powerful in MySelf. And then I’d tell myself, and maybe then I’d feel more powerful in MySelf. So I guess I just wanna know...Who killed myself?Sarah Long. The version of myself I so desperately wanna be...Where is she?Where did she go when she left me?Where was I when it happened?Why don’t I know what happened?Why don’t I know where I am right now?Maybe I’m the one that’s really dead?I dunno...But it sure feels like I’m trapped between worlds. Half dead, half alive...Is this what happens when we die by suicide?As a way to protect myself from the abuse my Monster always put me through?Who knows.But what I do know is, life is a slippery slope, isn't it?A roller coaster ride of highs and lows, and we all know how easy it is to lose YourSelf if you don't get off the ride once and awhile. If you don’t stop and get still and listen to your higher Self.You will lose control. Trust me I know. That’s why I got off the ride when cancer tried to take me out.Which does make me wonder if maybe getting off the ride feels like I died because it’s like a whole new life on the other side?So maybe I’m in the afterlife?As you can see, so many questions I have no answers to, and quite frankly, I find myself very confusing to listen to.Which is why it’s nice to talk to you...And I want you to know, I will find out the truth when I get to the roots of who killed Sarah Long. That’s what the investigation is all about. I’m out. SOCIAL MEDIA // @ArtistSarahLong artistsarahlong.com artistsarahlongstore.com  EMAIL // [email protected]

I’m not saying I had a hard life, cuz when I compare myself to others who’ve had it seemingly far worse than me, I feel embarrassed that I would even feel a little sorry for me.But I also know that everybody's story is different. Unique to them.And what’s hard for you might not be hard for someone else, and what’s hard for someone else, might not be hard for you.So what’s hard, is relative to you.So now we know that everyone has highs and lows, regardless of where they are and where they come from, it’s just the byproduct of being human.  And so based on my perspective as a human, and what I've been through so far, it does feel like my life has been really hard.And it started from the start when my parents broke my heart. The back and forth shit.The constant fights. The fear. The control when my Monster father made me feel like I wasn’t whole.So I know what it’s like to feel like you can’t be yourself. To always feel painfully unsatisfied with your life and to not know why, or how to get out.I know what it’s like to be addicted...Inflicted, annihilated, and put in prison. I know what it’s like to feel like you have no control and to watch yourself slip down your slippery slope. I know what it’s like to be so broke the food bank is your grocery store and I know what it’s like to always be trying to make more.To get ahead, but you can’t because things are just so damn expensive.And I know what it’s like to feel like you don’t fit in.To be picked on at school and to not have any friends.And I know what it’s like to always feel like your feelings are too much for both you and everyone else, so you keep them to yourself.And I know what’s it like to feel like you’re gonna self-destruct, cuz you can’t let yourself out.I know what it’s like to feel like you’re always losing in love...And to feel overpowered by men who want more from you, when you don’t want them. And I know what it’s like to be chased by guys in cars, so you have to run for your life so they don’t catch you, and do whatever they're wanna do.And I know what it’s like to feel like you have nothing to live for. To feel like you’re out of control.To have nowhere to go to for help.I know what it’s like to feel like you’re meant for so much more, but, you can’t get to it cuz you can’t find the door. And I know what it’s like to be so unsure of who you are and what you want, so I know what it’s like to be stuck doing what everyone else does, and never having fun.And I know what it’s like to live with the grief of losing somebody you loved so deeply...I know what it’s like to grieve the loss of losing a part of your body.I know what it’s like to feel powerless and health, wealth, love.To you want to kill yourself but to not be able to follow through for fear of what happens if you do.So, I know what it’s like to fight for your life...To be poisoned, cut, burn 26 times.To be so sick you feel like you’re not gonna make it.I know what it’s like to be straight and gay and to not want to be labeled a specific way.I know what it’s like to be the victim of other people's low frequencies.I know what it’s like to be so empathetic it practically killed me.So I know what it’s like to feel trapped in chronic pain.And I know what it feels like to feel like it’s always going to be that way.I know for sure that things can’t get worse, but that’s the beauty of momentum and the laws of the universe. It brings to you, a reflection of how you feel about yourself.And now after everything I’ve been through, I know how to adapt to change.

You know, we get caught up in toxic relationships.We get stuck in complacency.We settle for the same old same old, even if it makes us miserable...and we stay cuz it’s comfortable.But guess what bro, people grow apart, plain and simple.Nothing stays the same.Not people, places, or thingsEverything has a life cycle it’s just how it is. But sometimes...Well actually, most of the time, one person grows and the other one doesn’t and that’s how we break apart at the seams. That’s how you get stuck, feeling left out.But you need to know it’s not you, it’s them. And it’s not them, it’s you.Either way, both of your needs to moves to a different frequency, obviously. And it’s important to know that if you go too low in your frequency, it will affect how you feel about yourself, and that will make the changes harder than they need to beSo if that’s you, then you need to accept that the changes are for the best. And I know it might be hard to see that when the wounds are fresh. When your Monster is out, ready to attack. To get back. But you have to do your best to let yourself see that they aren’t the one for you. If they were then you would still be together.If they were right for you, they’d fight for you. They’d be there no matter what. They’d give up all the other stuff that keeps you separate.They would make you their number one.They wouldn’t break trust. They wouldn’t lie and they wouldn’t sneak out at night, to hook up with someone on the side.And you wouldn't do any of those things either. So I guess what I’m tryna say is, don’t expect relationships to stay the same because that's insane. And don’t make one person your only source of happiness, OK? Because that will never make you happy in the way you really want...the way you think.What you really want is YourSelf.Who's that?Well, that’s what you need to find out. I'm out. SOCIAL MEDIA // @ArtistSarahLong artistsarahlong.com artistsarahlongstore.com  EMAIL // [email protected]

Knock knock...Who’s there?I dunno...You tell me...You’re the one knockin’ bro.I know. I’m asking you who’s there because I dunno who I am so I was hoping you could help me out?Oh.Well, I dunno who you are so sorry, no I can’t help.But you could ask your Higher-Self.She knows who you are better than anyone else.Ok, well, where is she then?You got a number or an address or a social media account so I can contact Her?No, I don't.But you do tho....She’s in your heart.No, She’s not.Trust me I know.My heart's been closed off since I was 3 years old, so there’s nothing there, that’s for damn sure.And don’t tell me to look.I've looked lots and the heart's empty... I can hear the echo when I yell helllllo...So it’s like a black hole, ya know?Now I know that’s not true.Just because you closed Her off doesn’t mean She’s not there. Just cause she echos back, doesn’t mean She’s not responding to you.Maybe you need to actually talk to Her like She’s there and maybe you’ll hear something different.Cuz the fact of the matter is, your heart has all the answers you need. She knows who you are and exactly what you need. And truth is, She never leaves.You just need to change the way you feel about what happened when you were three. And then you’ll change the way you feel about Her and all those sad stories about grief.Umm yeah, I'm gettin' a big No on that. There’s no way I’m forgiving them for what they did if that’s what you're talking about.I’ve tried that several times in the past, and the last time I did that, it only made things worse and I got hurt.Yeah, no doubt.That’s cuz you can’t forgive unless you have Her.She’s the key to everything you think is missing. That’s a fact, my friend.Cuz the heart...She only Loves, no matter the conditions.She doesn’t hold onto resentment. She doesn’t fight for her limitations.You feel those things when you try to ignore Her feelings.And so that’s the resistance you’re feeling.....That’s why you don’t know who you are.You're missing your heartSo there you go.Now you know the answer to your knock-knock joke. Not very funny, I know.But, what is funny is how many times we’ve talked about this, yet you still can’t seem to accept the fact that you’re actually dead, so this conversation is really irrelevant. Wouldn’t you agree?No, not really...I feel pretty alive, so maybe you’re the one that’s dead, and not me.SOCIAL MEDIA // @ArtistSarahLong artistsarahlong.com artistsarahlongstore.com  EMAIL // [email protected]

Hello, friend, it's me, and I was just sitting here thinking about things and this conversation I had with my friend the other day, and I just thought I'd share some of the things that were said because it might help you in your quest for self-mastery. And what she was saying is she doesn’t trust herself, and she’s actually afraid of herself, and who she really is, and her true potential, ya know?And she's afraid that if she were to really let herself out, she doesn’t think she can handle it. She’s afraid if she really wins at being herself, and all her dreams come true, one day she’ll finally be doing really good and BOOM, it all comes crumbling down, sorta like it is now. But I said to her...Do you really wanna stay where you’re at now?Cuz that’s what happens if you don’t try to rise above where you’re at now.And then I said, sometimes for some of us here, our life lessons are really hard until you get the message you need to learn.And sometimes we need to fall a lot and get back up in order to get to what we want.And she said she knows that. And she’s been lying to me about how she’s been feeling about things, and she knows she has to change and get out of her own way.And she knows that she needs to get the momentum going so she can really be who she wants to be and she’s resisting it because she actually likes the game of never really winning cuz that’s who she’s been.Someone that never wins.And I said well, it’s time to prove that you can win, better than you can lose my friend because you can.You just need to let go of the seeds of control....The fear of falling again, and go all in and do all the things you’ve been afraid of before it’s too late and regret sets in. And so that’s what she did. She went all in, and I haven’t seen her since we had that conversation.So who knows where she is now. She could be dead or somewhere in heaven, I dunno. Either way, I feel really good about the changes she’s made. Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say for today. Don’t let your monster stop you from achieving your dreams, ya dig?SOCIAL MEDIA // @ArtistSarahLong artistsarahlong.com artistsarahlongstore.com  EMAIL // [email protected]

Yeah so ya know, sometimes when I'm walking by and I smell cigarette smoke, I wanna punch the smokers' lights out, because it feels so disrespectful. To have to breathe in second-hand smoke when I don’t want to.It’s like dude, don’t be so rude. But I don't say anything, cuz that’s what I do.And we love to do what we always do. But on the flip side, sometimes when I smell cigarette smoke, I like it, and it always surprises me, cuz like I said, I hate the smell of cigarettes. And I never smoked them (except sometimes when I was young and dumb and drinking too much and I thought it was cool to take a puff of one of my friend's cigarettes, even though it made me feel sick).So it wasn’t cool, was it?No, it wasn’t.But my mom used to smoke a lot, and I hated it so much. I probably hated that more than I hated being cold and I was cold a lot. So much so, I used to think that I didn't have any blood....But now I know being cold all the time has something to do with not feeling loved. Also poor thyroid function.So who knows...Maybe it was both. Or maybe not feeling loved, decreases thyroid hormone production.I dunno.I digress...I guess that's why I have this love-hate relationship with cigarettes...The smell reminds me of my mom and she was always my true love. In spite of her smoking too much, I still wanted to be around more than anyone. She's the one I fought so hard for when I was young.But my Monster always found a way to tear us apart...to break my heart.Which is probably grief imprinted in me like a disease. So that’s also why second-hand smoke triggers me.It reminds me of all those stories I try to block out as a way to protect myself from feeling left out.Anyway, I just wanted to say to all the smokers who smoke, please respect the people that don’t, and keep your second-hand smoke to yourself. I’m out. SOCIAL MEDIA // @ArtistSarahLong artistsarahlong.com artistsarahlongstore.com  EMAIL // [email protected]

She wanted to be free but she never really could be...Not on the inside anyway.She had a lot of dead trees and bad roots from her past, in her way.But that’s all she ever really wanted...Was to be free. Happy.And she was tired of trying and never really finding it. She was tired of the daily hustle.The constant struggle to pretend things were good when underneath the facade she was miserable.She was tired of the fake love and the same stories she was telling herself, and she wanted a way out, but she was trapped in her war of art. So she did what any prisoner of war would do when they see no way out, and she silently gave up the fight, when she lost hope.And one day when she was busy looking the other way, cancer got her - so suddenly. And on the surface, it’s a terrible story, and it crushed the hearts of the ones she loved. And it crushed her...Because even though she wasn’t happy, she still loved to love...She loved to have fun, and hot-damn could she light a room up. But her and I both know, nothing is ever what it seems. And just because you want a second chance, doesn’t mean you’ll get it, cuz cancer is a brutal disease. It doesn’t care about what you want. It doesn’t care what your race is, or how much money you have, or if you’re a good person.No.Cancer comes in with one intent. To kill. To annihilate.  And the medical system thinks their medications will fix shit. But I think that’s what did her in. The radiation. And it took her before I could really process the fact that my favorite person in the world was not going to be around anymore.Like how do you prepare for that?You don't. That’s how grief sets in like a disease, much like it did to her.But now I know, sometimes people go because they are needed somewhere else. Somewhere on another level. In a different world. And now I know she’s much happier than she’s ever been, where she is. And every day, she inspires me to see life and love very differently.And I truly believe she saved me when cancer tried to take me. So maybe she died, so she could be there for me, in a way she couldn’t be if she was still here...ya know what I mean?I dunno...Maybe I’m crazy for thinking that maybe I can still talk to her, even though she’s not here anymore. But being crazy makes me feel better than it does when I feel like I don’t have her anymore. Anyway, I just wanted to say...She was my hero. She still is. My best friend.My Grandmother.My Mother’s mother.My Guardian Angel.Bev. And I know together, we are doing amazing things.And so I just wanted to say, thank you for helping me. It really means the world to me. SOCIAL MEDIA // @ArtistSarahLong artistsarahlong.com artistsarahlongstore.com  EMAIL // [email protected]