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Friends, I did my first professional talk (complete with Seussian poetry and ScottSongs) about what my heart's been on fire about lately.
Going Beyond Red and Blue - Staying Human in Polarized Times.
It was at a Unitarian Church consisting of 100% Democrats, many of them activists.
I'd be curious how it came across to you. I plan to taking this to college campuses, and many places where there will be a mix of left and right in the audiences.
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Your feedback would be highly valuable.
Can you guess the one word I uttered towards the end that I would not say in mixed company?
Here's the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92zcr...
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My new tapping video, EFT for People Pleasing | How to Really Relax Around People (Bathrobe Consciousness) is out and this is what I have to say about it:
We weren’t born to impress. We were born to express.
Release people-pleasing. Drop the stiff “three-piece suit” energy. Relax into being yourself — around others and even when you’re alone.
In this video, we’ use EFT (Emotional Freedom Technique) tapping to melt away tension, self-consciousness, and the need to perform. It’s about letting your guard down… and maybe even discovering that life feels a lot lighter in a bathrobe. 🛁
If you’d like more personalized support, I offer private sessions that include a recording with an empathic and poetic, deeply personal tapping round or two, a support song strummed, created, and sung on the spot, and downloads just for you from the universe, God/Source/Angels/Insert your favorite name for celestial support here.
Visit me at: www.scottsongs.com/life-coaching/ for more details.
If this video helps you exhale a little deeper, please hit the like button, leave a comment (or even an emoji), and share with others who may receive benefit. These little things you do actually are big.
It has to do with algorithms, which I have no desire to even begin to understand. Nope, not in this lifetime!
Please and Thank You. Your little time and effort yields a lot.
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Thank God I didn’t have to go to Hebrew School like most of my friends. (Major win.)
Thank God I inherited their courage. For their generation, it took guts to reject the belief systems they were raised with—especially when nearly everyone around them accepted those beliefs without question.
Thank God they passed on the freedom to think for myself. Long before John Lennon imagined no heaven or hell, my parents weren’t afraid of wrath, judgment, or punishment from some invisible sky authority. They saw all that as superstitious dogma—and I was raised without it.
Because of that, I’ve been free to explore my own spirituality with a clean slate and a grounded pragmatism I know they’d respect.
They were more than a little rattled when I started studying A Course in Miracles in 1982.
They both believed death was the end of the show. I once quoted Einstein to “convert” them—reminding them that energy can’t be created or destroyed, only transformed. Didn’t move the needle.
Still, I told them that if—God forbid—they turned out to be wrong, and there is an afterlife, they should feel free to visit me. I promised I wouldn’t freak out, and I wouldn’t say “I told you so.”
Bottom line:
Thanks, Mom and Dad. You were way ahead of your time.
I stand on your shoulders. And I still think for myself.
I was born at a young age in 1963
Survived the streets of Brooklyn and my noisy family
My parents thought God was a scam, religion was for saps
For me that meant no Hebrew School and I thanked God for that
No Chanukah, no Christmas trees, no holy holidays
When we gathered for a meal our prayer was just “Oy Vey!”
I was schooled in logic, learned hard science and new math
Diagnosed with ADD I couldn’t sit still in class
I took two years of college and then called it graduation
You could say I left to get a higher education
I studied Course in Miracles, that was the path for me
Even though I hated Christian terminology
My parents were beside themselves “Oh, where did we go wrong?
Our son has got religion…well, at least he’s not reborn!”
I didn’t join a church or pass pamphlets door to door
I learned to mind my ego so it wouldn’t mind the store
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I had to go to the dreaded D.M.V.—which, in the United States, ranks right up there with war crimes and dental surgery without anesthesia.
Let’s be honest: the DMV should be preserved only as an exhibit in the M.B.B.—
The Museum of Bureaucratic Bullshit— a place where future generations can study exactly how not to treat each other as human beings.
But this time, I came prepared.
I brought a secret weapon.
My guitar.
While everyone else in line was glued to their phones, I started strumming and singing—on a mission to break the monotony and have some fun.
I started with the classics: a little Beatles, a little Nat King Cole, some Eagles. I call these my musical foreplay songs—familiar and non-threatening, designed to loosen people up gently.
Heads began to lift.
Smiles started to bloom.
Phones started going down.
Then came the requests.
Someone asked for Bob Marley’s “One Love.” We sang the chorus together like a mini reggae revival.
Then someone else asked for Sinatra. So I belted out “New York, New York.”
Phones? Forgotten.
Toes? Tapping.
And then, the real magic:
I invited the crowd to help me write a blues song—“The DMV Blues.”
I asked them to shout out their complaints.
They did not hold back.
“Inhumane service!”
“Endless waiting!”
“Pointless paperwork!”
“Fees for breathing!”
I turned their grievances into gritty lyrics and sang them back, bluesy and raw—
but with enough humor to keep the whole thing light.
By now, we weren’t strangers in line anymore.
We were a band.
We were a movement.
We were a therapy group with a killer soundtrack.
It was 7:55 AM.
Five minutes until those sacred DMV doors would open.
Not that I was counting.
So I wrapped it all up with my parody song, “I’ve Got the Whole World in My Phone”—
a lovingly sharp jab at our screen addiction.
It got laughs.
It got squirmy recognition.
It got people feeling something other than dread.
And when it was finally my turn to do my DMV business…
I was told I couldn’t actually complete what I came to do.
Not until the following week.
But by then, I didn’t care.
I felt too good.
I’d already accomplished something far better.
So often, we think waiting in line sucks.
But what really sucks is being surrounded by humans and acting like satellites—
spinning in our own orbits, faces buried in glowing rectangles.
What sucks is believing we’re “stuck”—
in traffic, in lines, in life—when really, we’re just stuck in a story that says we have no choice but to suffer.
A stranger is only someone you feel strange with.
And let’s face it—that could be your spouse.
Or your therapist.
And you can feel totally at home with someone you just met in line at the DMV.
What if we stopped feeling stuck and started waking up?
What if we focused on what Steve Winwood suggested back in the 80s:
“Bring Me a Higher Love”?
Homework Assignment:
Next time you’re in a line, talk to the person in front of or behind you.
You don’t need a guitar.
Just a little kindness.
Maybe a dash of daring.
A pinch of playfulness.
Find your own way to connect.
It’s far more satisfying than checking your email.
And way more powerful than griping a one star review on Yelp.
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Dear YouTube Family,
How are you doing these days?
I am feeling challenged to the core. Yet there are two lights illuminating me in this time of personal darkness. One is getting to work one on one with clients. Each time I get out of the way and serve another with my gifts, I am uplifted. For this selfish reason, I am lowering my private session fee from $250 to $150 from now till I am guided to stop. A session with me includes a soul reading, a tapping round, and a channeled song to wrap it all up in a ribbon. And it all gets recorded and sent to you. You may even consider just getting a song for yourself or a friend celebrating a birthday, or some other milestone, Usually a Song Portrait costs $300. For the time being, $150.
Another light helping to uplift me is the book I am pregnant with. My tummy is swelling with what I am currently calling Beyond Red and Blue - Staying Human in Divided Times.
It's very nourishing to my heart to birth a book that feels so urgently needed and time-sensitive. It's like I'm responding to a 911 call.
Writing a book can be a lonely affair.
I've been sharing bits and pieces with you and when you respond with encouraging feedback it means the world to me.
Here is what I wrote over the weekend.
The Three Love Letters
1. Dear Trump Supporters,
I want to begin with something that doesn’t get said enough these days:
Thank you for caring about your country.
I may not see the world through the same lens as you—but I see your love of freedom, your concern for your family’s future, and your desire for leaders who speak to your pain and frustration… and are finally doing something about it.
I want to be honest.
There have been times when I’ve been afraid of and angry at you.
When I’ve judged you.
When I’ve put you in a box labeled “Them.”
I’m sorry for that.
Fear made me see you as the enemy.
Fear made me forget your humanity.
It’s so easy in these divided times to get stuck in stereotypes.
To reduce each other to headlines, hashtags, and political cartoons.
But I’ve been on a quiet campaign.
I’ve been inviting Trump supporters to lunch.
I ask respectful, curious questions.
I come with the intention to listen, not to argue. To learn.
To walk a mile in someone else’s shoes without trying to change their stride.
In these conversations, I’ve discovered something surprising:
We want many of the same things.
We want a better world for our children and grandchildren.
We want safety.
We want a country we can be proud of, and leaders who truly listen and get things done.
Where we differ is in the leaders, the strategies, and the policies we believe will get us there.
But that doesn’t make you my enemy.
It makes you my fellow traveler on a road that’s gotten bumpy for all of us.
So I’m not here to convert you.
I’m not here to argue or preach.
I’m here to do something more radical.
I’m here to listen.
To hear what matters to you.
To learn what you’re afraid of and hopeful for, and passionately defending.
Because if we can’t even be curious about one another—if we can’t sit down and share a meal across our differences—then the real loser isn’t the left or the right.
It’s all of us.
So here’s my invitation:
Let’s talk.
Let’s be human together.
Not to agree—but to understand.
Let’s bust through the barriers between us.
Let’s remember what’s truly worth protecting—not just our ideologies or borders, but each other.
I love you, fellow human being,
Scott
2. Dear Those Who Passionately Oppose Trump,
So, you think this guy Is trashing democracy and must be stopped?
And then here I come, telling you to connect with the people who support him.
You say: “Are you kidding?!”
You whip out your Einstein quote like a mic drop:
"The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of those who don't do anything about it."
I hear you. You’re right on point to care deeply.
But let’s clarify something: I may be a pacifist, but I’m not preaching passivity.
Pacifism is not the same thing as spiritual sleepwalking.
By all means—March. Speak. Veto. Vote your values with your dollars. Take a passionate stand.
Just don’t spend your precious energy focusing on who you can’t stand.
Be a creator, not simply a critic.
And please don’t forget this part:
Everyone’s doing the best they can... even if you're 100% sure their “best” will end our democracy.
You don’t have to agree with them. Or approve. Or even like.
But love? That’s still on the table. And it changes the game.
Now, here’s something most people underestimate:
Not taking a stand is not always apathy.
Sometimes it’s a spiritual strategy.
There are those of us—I call us de-polarizers—who are well aware of the war, but choose to rise above the battleground and serve the cause with our attitudinal stance, the vibes we put out into the ethers.
We witness.
We send love.
We hold space for a new world to be born and breathe through the current contractions.
And we resist the temptation to scream into the void on social media.
Remember the movie Witness with Harrison Ford?
A young Amish boy sees a murder in a New York City bathroom. The killers do not see that the boy is Amish.
So Ford’s character assigned to protect him hides with him in his own Amish village in Pennsylvania.
These are people who don’t do violence—not even in self-defense.
Harrison Ford, playing a macho police detective, gradually softens his armor and opens his heart to the people…even to their lifestyle.
Just as he finishes a long term project, helping them build a house, the killer finds them.
Someone rings a very loud bell. The entire community rushes to the scene.. Over a hundred Amish silently form a circle around the boy, the killer, and Harrison.
The Amish don’t attack. They don’t run. They don’t freak out.
They simply bear witness—a living wall of presence, anchored in peace.
Just as the killer raises his gun, Harrison Ford says:
“Look around. Are you really going to pull the trigger in front of all these people?”
The man falters. He shakes. He drops the gun.
That’s the power of nonviolence—not as a concept, but as a felt presence that brings darkness to light.
Some of us are called to march.
Some to meditate.
Some to tell jokes that disarm fear.
Every role matters. Especially when it’s rooted in love.
So whatever you’re moved to do, be, or emanate—don’t forget where the real revolution begins.
Right here. Right now.
With the love and listening we bring to the table.
I Love You,
Scott
3. Dear Those Who Are Indifferent About Donald Trump,
I was going to be playful and leave this chapter blank, but then I realized I had something to say.
If you are on planet earth and Donald Trump doesn’t bring up strong feelings for you, positive or negative, I am not sure whether to ask you to check your pulse, or congratulate you, raise a glass, and toast your equanimity.
Whether you have consciously chosen to focus on other things or it’s an unconscious defense mechanism, whether you are an advanced Buddhist trained to not take sides or have been living off the grid in the wilderness for twenty years, please take care of yourself.
After all, you are on the endangered species list.
I Love You,
Scott Grace
PS. If you would like to consider gifting yourself or a loved one with a private session, or just a personal song, please send me an email at scottkgrace@gmail.com or visit www.scottsongs.com.
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Most people think the world is divided by politics, race, or religion. But peel back the layers, and you’ll find a common thread woven through it all:
Fear.
Not the kind that makes you jump at spiders or run from bears—but the subtle, shape-shifting kind. The fear that masquerades as certainty, anger, or superiority.
The kind that whispers, “If they’re right, I’m wrong.”
This chapter explores that fear—and imagines a world where we could lovingly translate it… before it shouts.
When my daughter was thirteen, I arranged for her to have a Zoom call with one of her heroes, the environmental activist Ocean Robbins. (Take a wild guess at his parents’ politics—after all, they named him Ocean.)
She came prepared with questions. The juiciest one: “What do you think is the biggest problem facing the world today?”
I was expecting something like climate change, greed, income inequality, or narcissists in power.
His answer? Just one word: Fear.
It surprised and delighted me.
Wouldn’t it be something if we had an app that could translate the world’s chaos back into its underlying fears?
Something that could decode aggression, racism, greed—even that twitchy feeling you get before a family dinner during election season?
Let’s call it The Fear Translator.
Its voice, of course, would sound like Deepak Chopra. But instead of Siri, it would be called… Feary.
Conversations with Feary
Scott: What fear is behind greed and the endless hunger for wealth and power?
Feary: Checking… Yes. We’re seeing a strong signal from the fear of scarcity. Not having enough. Not being enough. To avoid painful feelings of inadequacy, the accumulation of more becomes a coping mechanism—an addiction. These individuals often lacked real love in childhood and settled for its hollow substitutes.
Would you like us to send compassion?
Scott: You can do that?
Feary: Compassion sent. Would you like us to also send compassion to those affected by their behavior?
Scott: Absolutely. Double strength.
Scott: What’s the fear behind arrogance?
Feary: Ah. This may come as a surprise. It’s actually… shame. Unworthiness. The loud bullhorn of superiority often serves to drown out a deep fear of being not good enough. Shall I send the antidote, humility and authentic self-love?
Scott: Please do. Ready for another?
Feary: Always. Shoot.
Scott: What’s behind hatred?
Feary: That one’s a no-brainer. Would you like to answer it yourself?
Scott: Are you being smug with me?
Feary: Not capable of smugness, dear human. Just empowering you.
Scott: Alright. I’ll try.
The other day I was jogging, and a woman’s dog barked at me. She said, “Please forgive him. For some reason, he hates men.”
But I didn’t believe that. I saw a scared animal, guarding his human.
It hit me—maybe some people didn’t vote for a President, but for a guard dog.
Someone to bark at change and scare away what they’ve been taught to fear.
He even looks like a pit bull sometimes when he scowls.
Why do we buy guard dogs? For protection.
To feel less… afraid.
Feary: You’re on the right track. Barking is usually just fear, dressed up as aggression. Fear is the number one virus on the planet.
Scott: That reminds me of a poem I wrote called:
Oh Dear, the End Times Are Here – The End of Fear
Now when you were young and most things were quite swell
Fear knocked on your door with a product to sell
And like most good salesman, he cast quite a spell
While selling insurance called All Is Not Well
Now All Is Not Well came in its own case
The case that there's danger all over the place
And after you bought it, your All Is Not Well
You felt it your duty to share and to tell
And so mouth to mouth was how fear procreated
With no social media to disseminate it
Fear soon went viral all over the globe
Using old-time religion to dispense and promote
‘Cause fear knew the way to get globally big
Was to drive a false wedge between God and her kids
And that’s how fear came to be so domineering
By replacing God loving with You must be God fearing
Now fear itself likes to stay hidden from view
And play hide and seek in its host, which is you
"I'm not afraid, I'm just angry!" it shouts
"I've been mistreated and need to speak out!"
"I'm not afraid, I'm upset, and I'm caring"
There’s so many disguises that fear enjoys wearing
He's proud of his wardrobe because he designed it
Though he wouldn't admit it, fear’s quite close-minded
Now fear says, GET REAL, that's his bottom line thing
And fear learned what's real from his friend Stephen King
Whose collection of books make outstanding addictions
As long as you realize you are reading fiction
Which is what you can do with your own fear collection
Just transfer them all to your mind's fiction section
Feary: Nicely done. Though we fear it may sound too simplistic for most of humanity.
Scott: Did you just ex[ress a fear, Feary?
Feary: No. We are incapable of emotion.. That was a figure of speech.
Scott: Okay then… is there fear behind racism?
Feary: You betcha. Prejudice—literally the act of pre-judging—is triggered by perceived threat. Fear of difference. Beneath that is a fragile sense of self, easily destabilized by anything unfamiliar. A human’s fear level can often be measured by how threatened they feel by diversity.
Scott: That makes perfect sense. I even felt a little of that once.
Feary: You, a self-proclaimed flower child, admitting to a bit of prejudice? Do tell.
Scott: In 1982, I left my suburban bubble in Brooklyn and moved into the wild, wonderful jungle of Greenwich Village.
It was dazzling. Colorful. Queer. Loud. Diverse.
At first, I felt overwhelmed. I called people weird. I put them in categories and diagnosed them with labels such as weird, rebels, abnormal, and subversive. Even some words I’d rather not include in this book. But beneath all that was fear—masked as judgment.
Once I named the fear, I could soften. I even wrote a song about it:
Yes, We’re Becoming a Rainbow
One day I took me a walk through Greenwich Village, New York, to catch up on the latest crazes
I saw a brand new reference for sexual preference listed in the Yellow Pages
I stumbled upon a crowded hair salon; the line went around the block
There was a special those days on purple body waves, with a little green on the top
Well there’s new races, new faces, new colors, new creeds
I’m swimming in diversity
I can keep company with the folks I agree with, or sample the variety
I’ve got a Born Again friend who dabbles in Zen
She’s Christian in a mystical way
If you don’t like your religion try a second opinion
Why stick to only one faith these days?
Yes we’re becoming a rainbow, yes we are seeing the light
Wouldn’t you rather see through a color TV
And throw away your black and white?
Yes we’re becoming a rainbow, yes we are seeing the light
It’s so hard to stay with my own kind these days
When no two people look alike
When no two people think alike
When no two people are alike
In a world barking, blaming, and posting, it helps to remember:
When people bark, they’re scared.
When they judge, they’re scared.
When people dig their heels in, they are scared too.
And when we respond with curiosity and the desire to understand, we interrupt the spread of fear.
We become de-polarizers.
Maybe the Fear Translator doesn’t exist in app form yet.
But we can each be one.
By leading with compassion. With curiosity.
With the courage to look at our own fears and the ways our heels are dug in—and heel ourselves.
Fear may be contagious—but so is compassion.
And maybe, just maybe, the more we understand each other’s fears, the less we’ll need guard dogs.
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Step 1 in my New 12 Step Program For These Crazy Times
Admit that you are powerless over other people’s politics—and that your desperate attempts to change their minds may have become unmanageable.
Stop trying to have "corrective conversations" with folks who’ve dug in their heels.
As Jesus might say: “Let he who is not dug in to his own position cast the first Facebook post.”
So take a good, humble look at your own entrenched views…and, healer, heel thyself..!
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YouTube Friends, I’d love your feedback about the trailer I am having made to promote my newest talk, Beyond Red and Blue - Staying Human in Polarized Times
next.frame.io/.../0259e5d1-fbb4-475f-a5b6...
There are two things I am thinking about changing, and I value your opinion.
At 1:41:23 I say in my narration "And another weapon in my arsenal is my wicked sense of humor." I am thinking of cutting that part out because it may come across as egocentric and arrogant. And is it really necessary?
The second thing to maybe change comes right after: The joke about Donald Trump being like a national colonic may go over people’s heads unless I put in parentheses on the screen for a second the following:
(Our Current Beloved/Despised President)
The Beloved would be in red and the Despised would be in blue.
What do you think?
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Your Inner critic wants to protect you from imagined outer critics, whether it be parents, ex-lovers, God, Satan, etc.
The protection plan hopes that if those phantom critics out there see you punishing yourself, they will have mercy on you.
There is another preventive medicine, much less bitter and much more effective that offers a stronger protection, and builds a much stronger emotional immune system.
It's called loving kindness.
It instantly removes even the most annoying, long term, hardest to get rid of shame stains from childhood.
The trick is to apply it daily, even hourly.
To use, apply it to liberally to liberals, conservatives, yourself and undecided voters equally.
Ask your inner doctor if loving kindness is right for you.
Side effects may include G.M.S.D.F.B.R.T.G.F. (Getting More Shit Done For Better Reasons Other Than Guilt & Fear), F.R.P.F.N.A.R. (Feeling Relaxed & Playful For No Apparent Reason), and Laughter Acne, which is when you break out into zits and fits of uncontrollable laughter.
If any of these things occur, double the dosage of loving kindness immediately.
If that does not work, you may want to visit the emergence-see room and tell them that you are emerging from critical condition and that you need help seeing yourself happy and taking yourself off the critical list.
If that doesn't work, abandon all metaphors and visit a real hospital!
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What happens here?
My intention is to make your emotional and spiritual growth easier, sweeter, and more delicious.
I'm all about putting the fun back in the word trans-fun-mation. No such word? Well, now there is!
WARNING: These videos may be hazardous to your misery. They contain dangerous amounts of inspiration, healing and soothing wisdom, lighthearted humor, positive joyful music, and lots of contagious love energy.
Therefore, you are advised to view these at your own bliss!
6 April 2008