I think that’s one of the greatest crimes we can commit to our hearts: taking on the passions of others in excess. Like we’ve talked about before, it’s not unusual to find oneself looking at everything around us for a sense of validation. This is especially the case for our relationships of all types, and even more so with those closest to us.
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Threads of Fate
I love to love, but I am also a warrior. In battle, the shogun must be ready to cleave a foe with a wicked blow at a moment’s notice. As living Source incarnate, we are called to compassion for each other and ourselves. I am living compassion, but I am also Mercy. Mercy is not always kind. It rarely ever is, as the subtle blade of righteous death when called upon gilded wings.
Tale of The Cinders Three
You will walk alone. You are a beacon of the light, but you must remember: it is not about you. You wield infinite light, and you hold the key to any kingdom you may find.
Just Imagine
One of the greatest gifts that we could ever conceive of is given to us while we are still children: imagination. This gift allows us to explore worlds that inspire us and move our hearts in ways we never expected.
It will be perfect…
“Thank you” is never enough. Neither is “I’m sorry,” or “You’re amazing” or “I love you.” But I will tell you anyway, until I am shorn of my body and soul, and even then ever after until even the etheric is in a form you no longer recognize.
The Selves.
Is it the body? The mind? Maybe it’s some intangible thingy that was placed there by another equally vague idea. Maybe….it’s a little bit of all three? Yeah, for our narrative here, let’s go with that. TLDR version You are made of three bodies. Mental Body – The Mind – The Rational or Logical SelfContinue reading “The Selves.”
Creating God
We live in a world where God has been define and declared. Where the dynamic limits and extents of the soul are seemingly known to all. Yet, many of us are still left without a sense of connection to the world around us. We are searching for anything that can create the spark of joyContinue reading “Creating God”
Lovers in the New Dawn
There are no alarms sounding off courtesy of far-too-expensive iPhones. No official obligations until maybe 11 this morning at the earliest. I smile tiredly in my sleep, tucked deep into an old afghan that smells like memories that have yet to be formed. I can feel the cat purring and breathing warmth onto my hip; his favorite spot to snuggle up when I sleep on my side. An arm that feels like stone wrapped in smooth velvet grips gently around my waist from behind, keeping me from leaving my spot in bed too quickly. I hadn’t even realized I was starting to sit up. My smile widens.
The Hippies Bag
Brave of you to enter into a hippies bag without warning. What you may find is guaranteed to be of value. You’ve already started trifling through, we might as well go ahead and pull it all out and see what we have… Let’s see here – Looks like a hand colored picture, probably from aContinue reading “The Hippies Bag”
Hippie Magick
Hippie magick is bound by the rising smoke of an old man. The empathetic approach of a child seeing another’s pain. A mother whose concern is greater for others than herself. This is the way of a people bound not to any book, but to all stories. We gather around the fires lit by ourContinue reading “Hippie Magick”
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