I have been away, out of contact with myself, lost in nonaction.
Unvisited, I drift.
Is love reaching me, but unfelt?
If I’m not in the service of relating with love, receiving and giving love [always] then I’m not living.
Then I’m not me. I’m not love.
I know who I am, I know why I’m here.
Yet, I forget myself, my purpose, and who I am.
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I’m plagued by increasing sensations of unrealities within my field of perception. Where I once sought meaning I now seek what’s real, and consequently, discover what is not.
I’m losing my sanity. The constructs and systems that kept me sane are crumbling. My sanity no longer applies—it can accompany me no further. It's a luxury I no longer can afford now that my eyes are open.
I’m becoming the main character in my life as I awaken anew.
Freed is my heart
when our eyes meet.
Light is my soul
when graced by your smile
Absent is the world
when I am in your presence
Safe is my love
since it was declared
Clear is my love
since it’s you
Clear is my purpose,
My purpose is you.
You and me - two of three parts. A key to access reality.
What’s the third?
Today, I remember some of what was forgotten the night before, maybe longer still.
It’s time. I reclaim time!
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Imagine a day where you are born anew every day.
Every morning, ultimately every moment, your slate is clean, absent of all burdens, attachments, and worries.
Spread your wings.
Fly.
Live.
Be selfish and know you are loved anyway.
Be true to what matters most.
We all have our journeys we must take, paths to choose.
At times we must walk alone, and at other times with others.
Time is the one thing we cannot renew, and regret is one of the most eroding emotions there is.
Fly. Live. Be selfish.
The limbo between procrastination and desired actions is genuine.
So is the interference I just noticed.
Sleep wasn’t the roughest experience, and the morning, while not being wasted, requires direction.
It’s not a fight anymore. I no longer allow myself to be pulled into one. But it is a test of endurance and perseverance: and the continuous shedding of the ego.
The actual reality where conflicts with unseen enemies are ever-ongoing.
Sight is not required to triumph over inter-dimensional beings - which we all are - awareness and faith go a long way.
Awareness of what is, what was, why a particular choice was made, and what’s in the present.
Faith to listen and follow the clues of one's heart.
Faith to trust in ones self.
Faith to walk the invisible path into one’s potential.
What to exactly have faith in, the heart will reveal.
Connect, listen, feel, and learn its truth.
Sometimes your actions are wonderfully and amazingly out of your control.
You do things, take chances and risks you normally wouldn't see yourself taking.
You don’t know why, but the reason is not important.
It is as if a set of conditions has been met. You are in a state of flow. Pure intentions, feelings, a state of excitement taking the risk.
Yet it doesn't feel like one.
It’s more like it’s thee right thing to do... the only thing you were meant to do at that exact moment.
Thoughts about the experience only arise after the event itself has passed, when you are back to the normal you.
These experiences aren't meant to be analyzed. Only to be taken in, observed, and felt with an open mind and self.
When strangers are brought together by something larger than life itself and are ready for the encounter, magic happens.
So much to learn: Life lessons, insights, the discovery of a piece of yourself you never knew existed, and the way it instantly changes you.
Maybe all the things you need to know and learn at that particular time in your life.
How much of me belongs to me, how much of me belongs to you.
Scattered across time and dimensions then and where, you made me whole.
Where there were but no lights you make me shine
Cornered by my own darkness, you nourished my spark enabling me to shine as bright as the brightest star.
A star you now can depend on and love.
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