Here I am, hear me roar, see me soar, opening doors to thee cosmos where I’m feeling intergalactic, fantastic, inviting you to witness the commingling of energies. If only you’d allow yourself to perceive beyond the veil, you’d see there’s no gaslighting in our realm. When you intercede, blocking those forces that try to dim your light, you’ll find you’re far from insignificant.
No need for words when I’m here to shower you with love, spell it out, L-O-V-E, as euphoric as it sounds. Are you spellbound? I, thee Enchantress, hold the key, a gateway to thee symphony of life, do you feel this beat as I pulsate this speech? Let’s dive deep down this rabbit hole, where I keep my black kitty, a reminder that no man has ever forgotten about me & I know they never will. That’s thee tea spill, a sweet thrill of scented nectar delights, savoring every bite, where alignment shines bright.
Magic is not a fairy tale, it’s a state of consciousness. Are you awake? I embody both sensitivity & savagery, enchantingly soul-appealing. This veil unveiling is revealing thee poets, thee muses of our galactic nation, it’s time for quantum celebration. Those not celebrating remain stuck, unable to taste thee magic when their webs are spun, soulless & sporadic. It’s time for spring cleaning, to take action, to rid ourselves of what doesn’t belong, to sing our song. Not everyone is meant to understand your innerstanding, but as long as you comprehend, you’ll be just fine, aging like fine wine, ready to dine & unwind.
We must destroy it all to rebuild, to untangle thee babble that has scrambled our brains. Insane in thee membrane. I am thee blooming flower, greet my sword that will slice & dice you into oblivion, setting you free. It’s time to decree, what shall it be? We can be all love and light, but shadow is hindsight. If you don’t align with might & integrate, you’ll be a continuous failing test of your own karmic wheel, spinning head over heels, that is the reel deal. Real are our feels.
There are those oblivious to thee curse they place upon themselves when they choose to be ghosts & evil eyers too, radiating hatred for your light. They eat thee bait that traps their souls, no wonder they feel lost & incomplete, robbing their souls of enchanting, everlasting peace when they choose to pay cheap. So, when I think of these people, I smudge thee entire environment, hoping to put their stupidity in retirement. Free we all are to choose for ourselves on this path, many don’t understand math, that’s too bad. So that’s neither here nor there & yet everywhere, we are called to FOCUS on our now, that is how it is won. NOW IS WON.
Bend & be flexible, it’s how to stretch beyond this matrix, this 3D perceived reality. Rigid is frigid, don’t do that! Although we all can be walking contradictions as we speak our mentality, it’s our responsibility to upkeep. If music be thee food of our soul, play on, play on, play on. Not everyone is designed to comprehend thee music we play or see the visions that we see. This only reveals the truth behind thee delusion we try to keep about the people we see. Sometimes we want to see what is not there & we ignore what is right in front of our faces. Time erases all traces, but that feeling we feel is everything to be revealed. Trust how you feel. And in thee music, we find our zen. I love taking paper to pen & scripting love, an ancient song.
It’s not for you to say whom I am, it’s for me to be whom I am. Say it with me, set yourself free. Don’t get so caught up in the human experience that you forget your truest divinity. In a time of deceit, thee truth is a revolutionary act. This is fact, not this nor that, get in tact. Naps are essential for our potentials that are infinite and growing beyond measure. Thee things in this life I treasure. Please Integrate every shadow & be here now. I am here now. Take a bow. Another divine play on words. Till next time, arrivederci.
🤍🤍🤍🤍One of my favorite writing activities is to compile meaningful art, art with words, photos, and music, and then write to it, creating a symphony of expression that resonates with the soul. So Here is another play on words, a monologue of scripting & channeled writing that captures thee essence of this video compilation of musings I share with all of you.
When I say channeled writing for this style of writing this is what I mean - Channeled writing, also known as automatic writing or psychography, is a practice where an individual enters a meditative or trance-like state and allows their hand to write messages that are believed to come from a spiritual or supernatural source. The writer acts as a medium, channeling information from higher consciousness, spirits, or other entities. The process is often used for spiritual guidance, self-discovery, and creative inspiration, as the messages received are thought to be beyond the writer’s conscious thoughts and knowledge. After I write freely I then edit & share with love & care.
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