Post From The Past
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Sorrowful Cry.
Post from the past 22. My Divine Mother urges me to follow my unique self, to be an original and not a copy of anyone else work, so she had to come through and give me direction by amplifying my feelings and emotions so that I once again can remember how unique I am. My heart is vibrating out sorrowful cry to which I thought I would never have to experience again since I know who I am. Because of the sadness, I can hear the plea from my soul, and it pleads me to surrender and refrain from doing something to prove everyone else of my existence. I feel…
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Proudly Announcing Her Unconditional Love.
Post from the past 21. Beloved Grandpa, You know what? I just said what I felt. It was damn scary, but I had to because you know me, I can’t lie about feelings towards someone I love. It can take a while before I say it, but in the end, I want to open up my heart WIDER, so she can peek inside and see, that there’s nothing but love within me, even though I do feel jealousy. I am living in a reality where I must experience all emotions. And I am not afraid to feel them. I just don’t like those feelings, because jealousy, anger, and bitterness are…
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The End of The Chase.
Post from the past 20. Beloved Divine Mother, Miracle, I thought I would never love someone as I love you. The constant search for you had made me blind to the fact that you were always near enough for me to feel every inch of you. You’re so tangible, and I didn’t know that you were so fragile until I touched you with my words. You’re soaking up everything I say and think, you’ve become transparent, but still visible to the eyes. My mind fooled me to think that you were hiding from me, but I was the one who didn’t realize that you were always beside me and within…
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Goodbye Fear! Welcome Unconditional Love.
Post from the past 19. Beloved Lucifera, I am so excited now because I want to deliver a shocking news to you so that you can tell your other self, Lucifer; I am head over heel in love with myself. I don’t have any desire to make anyone mine, or the thoughts of having a sacred intimate partner are no longer necessary for me to continue my journey here on Mother Earth. I am free as a bird, and there’s nothing to hold me back from being the love that Grandpa purposely asked me to come here to be. And the love I possess is unconditional. You think your minions…
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Divine Father! For Once In My Life, You Showed Up.
Post from the past 18. Beloved, Divine Father. For once did I feel the comfort in talking to you. I have never had a fatherly figure and never did I think I should have one, but when you took the first step in communicating with me telepathically, I could feel your love and the way you approach me was out of concern for my well-being. You showed me how to be a real lady with a touch of the divine masculine. The way to love another woman is through the sensuality of the heart and a firm act of the mind. I have never been in love this way before,…
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The Magic Weaver.
Post from the past 17. I write and write the night away, while other empty the bottle of wine, I empty my sorrows. Sadness drip like rain in the autumn night. Every song sings the tale of my longing, but with each note, I am dreaming away the frantic search for your heart. Heartbeats and long breath keep me alive. I fondly love the night because of the mystery of the blinking stars, and it’s like they talked to me about wisdom and magic. I breathe deeply and hold my breath before releasing the emotion of envy. I envy those who could see you every day while I have to…
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Because You Care.
Post from the past 16. I am awake tonight and smoke my lungs black. The distress of a chaotic world with no hope to survive the morning has made me want to kill myself slowly. Cigarettes and coffee are the remedies for my hopeless dream of fairy tale and romance. They both are the dark promises of death. I die a little tonight, and my life shortened many moments of hours. I have to laugh because the pack of cigarettes says “Smoke kills.” If smoke kills then why am I still breathing? Do I wish to die or have I abandon living? I live, and I die each moment of…
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I Live Like Art.
Post from the past 15. I am a poet, and I write life as if it was words that spilled out of my lungs, no, not the heart, because with lungs I can breathe poems and lyrics, with heart I can sing the joy of writing. I have with time an understanding for how people are unconsciously living their life. So time does speed up for some and snailing steadily forward for another. But after all, they could at least breathe, but probably it’s easier said than done because they have befriended stress like a pet and could not snail and rejuvenate in the time that pace slowly towards the…
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Tears & An Unknown Future
Post from the past 14. Tears stained my heart and cleansed my soul. I can’t hold onto something that wasn’t meant for me. By holding to tight I hurt myself, I love so hard with all my wants and needs, but in the end, my wants and needs strangle me and I become taciturn. I bend to the wind and breathe through the frost. The one I love doesn’t love me. The curse of being alone hadn’t yet broken or lifted. It bound me in a loop where I chase for gold at the end of the rainbow. Wherefore am I like this? I hope, but it was only wishful…
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Through The Darkness.
Post from the past 13. From time to time, you will walk through the darkness. Stumble blindly to find your way to sanity. If you are spiritual like me, you would know that we are all one, but we can’t be one until we understand ourselves and our individuality. The blend with everything in this world is a feeling higher than ecstasy. The floating of your body and the peace you obtain within your mind is spectacular. You won’t find such feelings in any drugs, because it doesn’t empty you or drain your energy. I could remember the day I stop the mind chattering thoughts in my head and feel…
