Fully Experiencing Life Project

Fully Experiencing Life Project I have learned in many personal development programs to heal, grow, unlearn harmful behaviours & choose life. Shifts fr. Roots are strong.

colonial history to decolonization & freedom of heart, mind & spirit. Much can grow when we nourish healthy roots.

The earth carries us.  Holds us. Nourishes us.  Any troubled mind or spirit, her medicines help us. Being (connected to)...
03/16/2026

The earth carries us. Holds us. Nourishes us. Any troubled mind or spirit, her medicines help us. Being (connected to) outside is solace because we know we are home πŸ’šπŸ’™πŸ’šπŸ’™
-mangus

Note: this was written in 2020 in the height of the Wet'suwet'en being all over the news. I invite you to watch 'Yintah'...
03/07/2026

Note: this was written in 2020 in the height of the Wet'suwet'en being all over the news. I invite you to watch 'Yintah' if you have never heard of it. It is still timely due to what I C E and all that is being waged on people because of how they look. Much respect to caring human beings and humanity folx.
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"Represent"

What does this represent?

The arm is brown. It is raised.

It's mind blowing to me at times what we can represent based on the pigment of our skin, where we grew up and beliefs we were taught. Really we aren't so different from one another biologically but based on skin colour, experiences can be quite different.

Some examples:
-being followed in a store. Normal to me. I teach my children to keep their hands out of their pockets when in a store & make sure to not bring in any toys that were bought in store previously, on another occasion. This includes jackets and anything that looks too new.

-awareness that many brown people in movies and on tv were invisible or portrayed as the help or 'lower than' in terms of wealth

-being told 'good for you' when sharing an accomplishment that might be expected of a person of wealth or average canadian (i.e. oh you are a teacher? Gooood for you! Oh you're married? Good for you! Oh you are a Manager? Good for you! Oh your children do well in sports? Good for you!)

-side remarks when talking of things like funding for housing or schooling. Having to defend and speak on behalf of all indigenous people to a class full of people or people turning to look at you when they say indigenous or first nations. Or look away when they say indian or residential school. Literally being expected to answer on behalf of 500plus distinct Nations who are all unique and have differing connections and beliefs ("but there are general similarities right?")

-being overlooked. I.e. At a camp of mainly non-indigenous being told I am doing something the wrong way. Or assuming the other person has looked at all options and if something won't work, it won't work no matter what I try. Very subtle at times but I can feel the disregarding of my opinion or expectation that I cannot know something if the other person of another race doesn't.

-micro aggressions: can be even more subtle. Some people appear friendly but they might say something 'just jokingly.' Or it's meant to make another feel 'less than' to ensure their own 'superiority.' I.e. "Oh! Your ______ is sooo intimidating!" *their smile that doesn't reach eyes* *continue working alongside but you can feel their competitiveness*

-joining a publicly advertised event or group. Arriving and being the only indigenous person. The expressions of people tell their welcome, discomfort, unwelcome, or seeing you as invisible. You make yourself fit in or know clearly You Do Not Fit In

-fashion advertising recently went multicultural. There are very few indigenous people represented. My colour and race are seen as having too many negative stereotypes. We are not 'popular culture.' And if an item connected to our culture is represented, it is likely ripped off of a hard working artist who gets no credit or in some cases, a whole nation's historically connected item gets absolutely no credit. There will never be retribution.

-being told over and over all my life how I don't pay taxes. Any time I step off the little reservation you better believe there is taxes paid on every single item under the sun.

-people being surprised if I have worked my whole life, as my parents have. Or assuming if I work, it must be at the Band Office. Seriously.

-people moving here for short amounts of time, immediately securing employment, and a home.

-people showing disgust at the smell of salmon. Culturally, this is so rude. (Had to throw in a PSA for the salmon, our lifeline)

The examples are literally endless. Endless. I hope people continue educating themselves... Ourselves. Themselves. Us and Them. At the end of the day I continue to go back to the basics of all human beings -water, food, shelter (love). (Water is life!)

It IS true. Many of my people have gone Without (waterfoodshelterlove)for decades while imposed systems have kept oppression at high levels. Not for lack of working hard! I know so many people who have worked themselves literally to death to help our Nations out of the mess. ...So if you see this brown arm, with hand raised up - if you have any kind of racist reaction internally, disgust or some feel fear, I hope you can pause - and consider even one of the above examples of human beings being disregarded, invisible or being made out to be a villain ("protestor (not protectors) are still being mischievious"). The cycles go on. You can disregard or be silent or show support.

I cry when I raise my arm like this in public. I cried (angry tears) when my kid (they/them) told me they sat down at high school during 'the anthem' and a teacher ran up to them and hissed in their face to Stand Up Now! With hatred on the teacher's face. (everyone was looking at my kid, so stand up they did)

So I ask you now, settlers or people of different colour - can you Stand Up Now?

Sincerely & with Much Love,
From a not popular, not favoured, an invisible - when many times you aren't. Your voice matters during a time when many are showing the racism that's always existed. Change is possible.

-mangus
β€οΈπŸ©·πŸ§‘πŸ€ŽπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ©΅πŸ’™πŸ’šπŸ’›

I was out walking and ... kept seeing, well, piles of crap πŸ€”I walked the loop multiple times and saw more and more piles...
03/06/2026

I was out walking and ... kept seeing, well, piles of crap πŸ€”
I walked the loop multiple times and saw more and more piles of dog doodoo. Then I thought "Look at this owner. Just leaves crap everywhere for others to deal with." I felt disgusted by this person. "There's another pile."
"There's anothhhher pile!"
Walkwalkwalk.
Frownfrownfrown.
[Zoom in and you can see 4 piles if you really want to. Did you even notice until I pointed them out & am going on and on about it?]
Anyway, I shook my head and said "Time to quit focussing on the c-r-a-p."
VoilΓ - *gasp!* - I noticed the p***y willows are popped out! Look at that! Such beauty ... (yes, right beside 'The Crap'.) (other beings crap πŸ˜„)

πŸ€¦πŸΎβ€β™€οΈNow, why did I waste my precious moments?

🌱I still feel so so happy and excited to see familiar signs of the next season in life - noticeable shifts; inside and out, all with my own noggin and decision 🌱

~mangus



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What's your favourite food from the land or traditional knowledge? πŸ˜‹
03/06/2026

What's your favourite food from the land or traditional knowledge? πŸ˜‹


"The Inner Wise Be-ing"I feel uncomfortable not keeping busy at times.I've realized it's conditioning from trauma histor...
03/05/2026

"The Inner Wise Be-ing"

I feel uncomfortable not keeping busy at times.
I've realized it's conditioning from trauma history.
Our people had to stay in line. Obey.
Kneel. Stand. Sit. Obey.

Conditioning can look like:
-smiling and appearing amicable.
-speak when spoken to.
-don't show your true self because that's unacceptable and unwanted.
-don't rock the boat.
-do what's expected to be a good person.
-prove worth by doingdoingdoing what you are told.
-auto-teaching next generations how to remain safe.

We can be curious about core survival techniques and make shifts. I am no longer a small kid. I am older and have a middle-aged body. I am safe in so many ways.

My picture that showed itself to me was rows and rows (1000's upon thousands) of little kids kneeling with hands clasped and eyes looking down. Nothing they did was good enough. The big black long robes were always angry and mean. Those people are gone now. That time is gone now. It is today.

I smashed the stain glass windows. The kids stood up and started looking at one another. Witnessing one another, realizing they are free. The kids left the stone walls...or at minimum started running around, eventually started being loud, and even having fun. No going back now.
I burned the long black robes. Stripped from the weak and burned to cleanse into the air.

My free inner child? She has long hair that swishes because she skips around happy and free to be me. She dances. She loves her brown skin. She throws around hearts freely as the true inner loving wise being she is. She knows there is nothing wrong with her. She shares medicines with the older people who were hurt as kids. The kids in our families do that if we listen and unlearn. HIStory is done now.

~mangus





Do it 🀩Sharesies welcomed. Hands up to artists, writers, new facilitators, and the many people hustling to fund their li...
03/05/2026

Do it 🀩
Sharesies welcomed. Hands up to artists, writers, new facilitators, and the many people hustling to fund their life. Others who are creative simply for pure joy.
It can be hard to put yourself out there. AND art/creativity makes the world such an amazing place ❀️‍πŸ”₯

03/04/2026

"In-Her Peace"

You are responsible for your inner peace. It's hard at times. The reality is no one else can fill you, make you happy or make you angry or feeling awful. It's an inside job.

When I feel like crap, I go for a walk. I feed myself good food. I reach out to say hello to a friend. I clean. I take time just for me. I go to sleep or watch silly videos to try to laugh.

We can set boundaries and have agreements with people. We don't own other people. Just as they have no control over us.

It's very difficult to have a bad day. I encourage you to shine that light on yourself for awhile.

"Anger is a normal part of life.
It's not okay to hurt others, to hurt yourself or property/things." My Mom had this sign up in her house for decades. My kids have it memorized even though she took the poster down the last couple of years. It's an agreement she asks for in her home and with people she loves.

You can do it. Hug yourself. Cry if you need to. Dust yourself off and get going. Living your best life.
For your day and spirit 🀎 we only have right now!
You are worth your own happiness!

Ps. This isn't directed to anyone specifically. I know people have crappy days. Sharing to encourage.
To normalize that a crappy moment or feeling or day is part of life. And as an individual we have the actions and will to care for the self.
And so many are grieving. It's hard to feel such big emotions and decide over n over to not take it out on others.
Take care hey...
🀎🀎🀎🀎🀎
🩷🩢🩷🩢
~mangus
December 2024



"Bye, mean snuffalufagus"The Big Tired just sits like a big funny looking snuffalufagus.  It has curved fangs and blinks...
03/03/2026

"Bye, mean snuffalufagus"

The Big Tired just sits like a big funny looking snuffalufagus. It has curved fangs and blinks stupidly.
I acknowledge its existence and place it in a green bottle. A lemon bottle πŸ˜–. I wrap it in barbed wire and it is gently placed in a big tree with drippy branches that can hold it in its shade. It sits (comfortably)
..and I can turn and gently spin and feel my poncho swoosh and the gentle wooshes feel nice on my wrist and hands. The earth is such a beautiful brown and the sun keeps shining. My body is about 11 or 12 years old. I am cute and chubby. My hair is simple and free. I sit and drink a lemonade with a slice of ginger in it (make that lemonade). My granny flies by to check on me 😌 She is busy working away but flies by to check in. She rains hearts down to me to make me laugh and feel great love. I am calm and free.

~mangus
2021



03/02/2026

A short story:
"Age 10 & Dropping Truth"

Movie on: boy is in a risky situation and his life is at risk.

Son pretending he is the boy: "Noooooooo, I didn't do mathhh or science!!!! Noooooooo!!"
*laughter ensues*

the end

-mangus


03/01/2026

"Becoming Auntie"

New life. New hope. Big love that grows and grows.

It's big mocassins to fill. It's nourishing a loved one to tell a good story.

It's being witness and cheering on from first breath to first steps to cries of communication to watching their life path journey and steps.

Auntie-Mom. Sharing guidance and teachings connected to family roots and far reaching connections from Aunties before.

I remember meeting my first nephew. He was tiny and perfect. He made us all cry from happiness and to feel the knowing that our family had grown. I had to learn to change diapers, & felt the need to protect at all costs. To step aside when I wasn't needed but ready in case I was. He has taught me how to be a parent.

Life purpose. I have always wanted to be The Best Auntie I can be. Helping our kids keep hope. Supporting all the steps our kids take to strive for their dreams. To believe in them when they share what they want to do in life. To show up! To listen and hear. To protect. To pray for. A part of the circle of hands for all our kids. We are soft space to land & part of the safety net. We are unconditional love.

At times I have felt like a failure. It's the hardest heartbreak to feel like my actions were not enough. I would give my life for our kids. I know the world can be such a beautiful place. Life can also be hard. I have worked hard to help our kids find balance and learn about this old life. To celebrate a day and know joy.

I remember my Aunties growing up. We have some disjointedness due to colonization. I am not connected to all my Aunties lifelong. This history has not stopped our roles in our society.
I remember admiring the brown, wrinkled hands that were usually always busy. I remember their seriousness and the way their faces lit right up when sharing in laughter. The Auntie laugh. I remember their seeing me and giving me recognition. I remember them smoothing my hair while smiling at me with adoration when they greeted me. I remember them telling me what to do in the feast hall. I remember their shining eyes when I shared a milestone. I remember them talking to me about being age 40 and congratulating me when I became a Mom.

🧑I remember who I am through their eyes 🧑

During tough moments in my life, I remember lifelong witnessing of my many Aunties' strength through their tough times - and it strengthens my ability to dust myself off to find a way forward.

"Hi Auntie!" "Auntie" "Auntie Mel"
One of my greatest titles in life.

Recently, I have become a Great-Auntie. Culturally, my title is Granny or Gigi. I don't quite know what that means just yet but in my Gitxsan and Wet'suwet'en heart, I know it means more immense love! A continuing love that knows no bounds.

I hope Blair bear, Sammy Lammy, Teej (πŸͺ½), Bran the Man, Joel the foel, Elsita, Jarmel, Ash, Shane Jr., Timothy and David, Sunshine and Casey know how much they are loved and cared for. And now King Kenzo and Amelia Bedelia 🧑
I am also happily an Auntie to many more because as community, friends and 'distant relatives' we know showing respect by caring and sharing includes the many Aunties. We are our own medicine.
Thank you to our kids for allowing me to be your Auntie. My life is alllllways better because of it.

Aunties contribute and are a force as strong as hurricanes, lightening and the most breath taking sunsets and sunrises you have ever seen.
I am a Proud Auntie.
I am energetically part of 10,000 Aunties in our lineage past, now, and for those yet to come. Love neverending.
I send much love my Aunties, to the moon and back.
Hands up to all Aunties everywhere.
🧑Hamiya Misiiyh for all🧑

~mangus



Paper cuts hurt. They make me swear, feel silly for feeling such pain from something so small and can bug me for days in...
02/28/2026

Paper cuts hurt. They make me swear, feel silly for feeling such pain from something so small and can bug me for days in small inconvenient ways.



My art. I hope you can feel this statement for you πŸ’š
02/27/2026

My art. I hope you can feel this statement for you πŸ’š



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