Goddess of Rain, Kiss My Pain #poetry #adult

I’ve done some manly things before,

Played the princess, played the whore –

Knocked on a dudes back door

But I did it all in my head

And did the riding in my bed –

Peeked in your dark corners

So we wouldn’t trip and fall –

Played the perfect little woman,

Then stopped to grow some balls.

I won’t let you take my pain

I won’t let you hide my feels

Cuz when it comes to love and fucking,

Mixed with pain and all the heals,

I can ride life like a champion –

I’ll do it even if it kills –

Kills my stupid little ego,

She will rise and ride again –

And meanwhile we’ll all be pleasant

Meanwhile she hides her pain

Goddess of soul rain.

Come again.

Kiss my pain.

Breast cancer empaths Journal writing

Is It Still This Week? #fog #sun #fog #sun #fog #rogueboob #writer

I asked myself that when I looked at my sticky post and saw that this week’s conversation was about some big topics like empaths and breast cancer. Ha!

Ambitious much? We’ll see.

Well, the conversation has been going on regardless of me remembering. But wait!

Excuse me but my rogue right boob has given up the fight to accept the implant (implant has imp in it? lol).

There’s a big hole in the side, which shows something that far away might look like a scab but is actually the implant against my insides. Of course, I have pictures!

But it hurts like a tiny dragon is trying to be born out of my boob. I might be confusing the tiny dragon with my new spirit animal.


So I delivered my soul on FB Live about the need I see for empaths to own up to our “shadow” (unconscious) side as well, and not use “lightworker/healer” associations to bypass responsibility for our own healing work by getting busy helping everyone else with what we see from our own unawareness.

This is why speaking from personal experience is more effective – there is a lot of nonlinear communication that has occurred that is felt in the body – rather than an inherited belief system that we are parroting (insert favorite parrot), which is not going to have the same powerful energy signature.

I feel like saying the shortcut to that is beginner’s mind – you cannot fill a cup that is already full without spilling over, as the metaphor goes. At a certain point you have to question your judgment and beliefs or just toss them out, like the monks toss out their beautiful sand art to practice non-attachment.

On Breast Cancer – well I am in a whole new way since the recent transition to Rogue Boob Alert. I am mortified (possibly an exaggeration or lie lol) at this conversation with my oncologist, aka The Onc.

“Is it normal to take this long to get back to work?”



“Not from the cancer. We have to look at other things like depression, etc.”

(Check. I have put together a pretty impressive brain health care regiment for myself with my limited resources, and depression is definitely being processed.)

I smile and make that silent burst of air. My unusual work history has continued to remain unusual, and it’s been a year maybe since I have silently ranted at the definition of “Work” in this physical reality, and what it makes people do sometimes, and how I am actually exerting incredible effort in ways people know not of. I know I am not alone, I am just (incoming word of today) obstreperous enough at times when I have sat on my quieter self, to bring my efforts to the floor and refuse to leave until I’m done.

It has always been my conviction that when I catch up with myself and do that big post mortem, I will have a few things to say about my so-called lack of consistent work experience.

Oh hell with that, you may say – just write your damn resume and be done with it.

I will try to not to give you a scary smile but again, that is what normal people do! Some quite successfully.

Once I found the resume a lovely way of telling a story but then my story got so intense my perceptions fragmented into little sharp pieces of awareness that are ready to cut as I was cut – and I find that I had some kind of moment where I could die a different kind of death instead – death by a thousand emotional cuts or more – and oh more cuts are waiting until I unfreeze time and pour that golden connectivity glue on my shattered psyche from above until it fills all the cracks and sharp edges. But it takes time all this imagination and manifestation. Some people never get time in this reality to tell a better story. I did. 

And would you know it, 2019 is the year of changing up the resume – and no I can barely get to my healing appointments – we don’t have enough support for long term healing – only for when we are actively in treatments which – why would we be so frightened of if they are not going to kick our ass? And then what about after that? I have some thoughts.) 

Of course, if you remember that I’m a writer, then there is nothing unusual about my history at all. The psychological challenges too, rather writerly.

Virginia Woolf, one of my favorite authors, wrote “A Room Of One’s Own” about women and fiction, putting her thoughts together in novel form. She also added detailed descriptions of food because writers didn’t often do that or something.

Or Steven Pressfield, author of War of Art; well, he drove a taxi for awhile – not that there is anything too unusual about driving a taxi. Driving on its own is something I used to have terrible vomiting anxiety over but then over time I came to rather love it, but sitting in that position and me being how I am, I’m sure taxi driver is a better career for me in another reality. Where taxi drivers get fancy outfits with work, like a pinstripe fedora, I’m fine with wearing pants. Even a shirt. Lol.

So write stories!!

I am. I thought I’d first use James Joyce’s stream of consciousness style because it is so cathartic. I can literally plug into my heart and write from her. I don’t even have to look sometimes with my mind or my eyes.

Meanwhile, back down on physical earth – I have my surgical soap, my preop registration done and tomorrow it is my 43rd birthday. Hallelujah and amen. 😉

The Miko

Sunny Days Miko
All in the joy joy. #sun

Viewer Discretion advised – but this has always been my modus operandi – I’m documenting myself for awareness. Breast Cancer does not only happen in October or to people in brochures or glam shots, or to Other People. It happens to all of us.

I’ll get into the details more once the pressure is relieved – at which time I imagine I might get a tsunami of sass which I’m happy to document as well. 😉

Ok onto the holy shit picture. Haha.



radiated boob implant popping out
Rogue Boob. Radiation in 2017.  Energy for recall is a little haphazard for me but infection in 2018 after being on crutches for a sprained ankle from blacking out – vasovagal something. Then again This is what I see and feel these days. My body is pushing out the implant and it’s doing a great job stinging all around very thoroughly and loosening what used to feel so tight (but also stung at times like the weight of a million insults). I feel like I am responding to pain in the present time more and this is better. Before I was in shock and a lot on autopilot interspersed with channeling and letting all hell break loose so I could make space for some heaven. So being able to feel pain and respond is a great sign. But holy owie.



Writer’s Conversation This Week About Empaths and “Her Too Positive” Breast Cancer #MikoWrites

Having an extremely critical analytical nature, I frequently have questioned my status as a writer –

Until I accepted that it is not because I am “successful” because I’m not overall best selling anything except the truth as my body compels me to communicate it – often in writing because I love to emote through words, to create some kind of new experience, to be an author of something beyond a paragraph – I want to author something that moves and shifts a situation to be the better version of it.

When it comes to using the skill of writing to accomplish those kinds of things – like reframing a wicked problem, or communicating a difficult (emotional or complex) idea, that’s the kind of writing that my heart leaps to.

Then the Empath thing. Lots of #empathy talk going on, so I think people know about that – but the Empaths, you know the real versions of Star Trek’s Deanna Troy, what a whirlwind of feels it can be, and those all must come out somehow – and they will.

Maybe if I had danced more in my heart instead of pushing myself to some way of being that met other people’s standards and left me feeling invisible and neglected on a soul level, maybe then I wouldn’t have had so many struggles.

But what are struggles besides a path in which to carve one’s own mastery of life and experience in the physical body of the soul? So I dance enough I think, and that makes me happy enough.

I am thinking about the things I hear and read about breast cancer survivors. I laugh a little inside now and then that the type of cancer I got was Her2+ or Her Too Positive. I think being too positive can kill a person, I have felt myself race a few steps closer to what felt like death and I have contemplated the face of death deeply a few times, and there is no “positive” there – it is that bridge to oneness, the union of all that is and all that it can be, in one big long slow, beautiful, rhythmic, cyclic dance.

And whenever I start dancing it seems, oh but the Devil tries to hop on my back.

Miko Hargett

#afterthecancer #reflections #survivor

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Faith can move mountains.


Reality and Why We Are Alive – Comments on Neal’s Video

Good morning gorgeous and hello handsome!

Some of you might like this 11 minute and change explanation to frame society’s conversations with. with Miko while nurturing a big love

This is a profound message I want to talk more with you about in coming videos maybe.

It’s also a hell of a strategy because these days there are a lot of split psyches that condemn other – and forget that we cannot be so effing awesome without the darkness. The light and dark play, so do the positive and negative. True valance is dancing with your vision. 💃🏻 🕺

True balance inspires resilience with its ability and flow. This is how we use everything we have – by experiencing who we truly are, and you can only do that by paying attention. Otherwise, as I heard it put before, you are destined to repeat history. With awareness in the moment you tap into the power of martial arts and healing arts which require commitment and practice.

Why are you alive?

Miko xx 😘

Life after cancer takes a lot of spirit for me. These are my stories and my experiences online and in real life. May your day be as awesome as you are. Love well, Miko xx 💋

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Exploring the sacred space of creation | Age of the Magician, technological age from Like Stories of Old channel

I watch YouTube intuitively. This came up today.

Explores the sacred space of creation, suggests we are living in the age of the magician 🎩 a technological age.

This reminds me of sci-fi writer Arthur C Clarke’s third law or adage:

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

As my kiddo said when I told him about this, “it’s science.”

Exactamundo my little man.

Miko Hargett 😘


Here are all three of his laws from Wikipedia.

When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong.

The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

(From Wikipedia, Clarke’s three laws.)

There’s info on a fourth law and variants of the third law which are pretty interesting considerations. There’s also academic writing trying to argue against these but it’s a dry read imho.

PPS: today I learned that Arnold Schwarzenegger is a big Democrat. Details lol. I posted a quote from him and my commentary on it and inched a WTF comment on LinkedIn. I really am so behind on TV but I see enough for my liking lol. I’m often mistaken for a liberal but I am kind of liberal – it’s just I lean more towards a republican vibe only because it comes with a cute nickname of Repulicat and I’m a cat whisperer (the high creatures of my spirit menagerie.) just kidding, it’s because the conversation flow of the conservatives is a bit more empowering than the other conversations, although each side has its shadow.

Anyhoo. Perhaps I will begin using my own pictures and quotes instead of using someone else with whatever baggage they come with. I have more than enough bags of my own. Lol. At least I’m not being intrusive when I work on the content of my own bags with the full access pass life has given me to my own body and contents.

I’m back in stream or torrent or consciousness mode. How do you like it so far?

More Miko 😘