A Journey to Living Now
https://www.instagram.com/p/CCOyMjphe1h/?igshid=fepf2raiyuh6 Yesterday I had a very Liberating day. While I blog and write endlessly about Awakening, I have only just begun learning how to Act from my Soul in the Physical World, and Speak from my Soul with my mouth. Here we are at another stage of Ascension. I have not posted about my Awakening …
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2 days in a row I woke up And looked at the clock 8:22 And I am thinking about you No, not you You Not you You You, get out of the way. Yes you there, sitting in the corner, I am talking to you. I’ve said this in the past You’ve crept. Once into …
I had written of missing you before I experience your form. Loved you before you were born. I told the story of us meeting through pieces of my past. I created your pain and all of your struggles. Hand picked your fears, your smile, and I crafted your tears. I sang your voice into my …
It's hard to stand on your own two feet and face the world as a new person. Some people in your life won't be ready for it. No matter how hard you try to ease into your change, I can almost guarantee you it won't be subtle to anyone but you. Have you ever noticed …
Sense has gone out the window. And I don’t care. I could allow myself to sit and think Poke holes in everything I see. But I don’t want to. It’s like I can’t think My thoughts have been cleaned All negative energy has been sucked out of me I have seen my memories drift from …
My ego is like an lion. It can relax in the shade with the hum of flies filling the air, but it will attack at the first sign of trouble. Do I enjoy this about myself? No. Am I better than I was in the past? Of course. In my last post I began talking …
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I met you in a pen Among words that dripped in tears With sentences strung together under fear In the structure of a poem I found your name And in my eyes you where made. My love for curiosity has brought us here. ... Do you remember the day you learned my name? The hour? …
I've asked for help and I've been ignored. You've offered and I've turned away. What have I done wrong? Where is that helping hand for my weary mind and tried bones? What do I sound like in my time of need? Is my voice the same when you come to me? Am I confident and …
