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Hello! My apologies for the lack of posts and content lately. I’ve recently been hit by one of many life’s curveballs…. right in the gut, or so it seems. It has taken it’s toll on me emotionally and physically over the past few weeks. Since then, life itself really hasn’t been easy lately, and I’ve found it difficult to find the motivation to continue to pursue all of the great things I had in front of me. After feeling so down and beaten up, I realized that I couldn’t continue to feel defeated from things that were out of my control. I must use my passion to give me drive when I feel stranded in the darkness. With that I am moving forward with my personal passion and drive!
Blood lines cannot say,”I love you” to those you love.
Love doesn’t come from shared Chromosomes.
Only the light between our souls does.
Only a few can recognize how important this really is.
Did you know that Blood if a Myth?
Love comes from the light in our souls.
It’s always been there, you just can’t see it yet!
Never forget that you are loved.
Everything is intertwined with divine perfection for a reason.
Do you know what brings a smile to your face? What is it that makes you feel light warm fuzzies in your heart? Do these things bring you up when you feel lower than core of the earth? If you struggle to find the reasons, little or small to continue to press on, may I share with you a few things that might spark some light within your heart?
Warm morning sunlight on skin
The smell of rain
Chirping birds outside the window
A freshly made bed
Sleeping deeply into the afternoon
Freshly made homemade cookies
Watching the snow fall from the window
Long lasting hugs
Gentle kisses on the cheek, lips, or head
Gentle warm steam on skin from a hot shower
Warm linens fresh from the dryer
Ice cold water on a hot Summer’s day
Coming home from a long day of work or studies
So, if you just look for the little things such as these each and every day and you just might find your level of happiness increasing as time goes on. There is always something to live for.
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I have forgotten everything.
Existence itself has become ever so fickle to me.
What does this thing called existence mean?
I can’t remember anything beyond suffering.
My mind has forgotten what exists beyond the clouds.
Is there anything that exists beyond the clouds in my head?
I have forgotten what it was like to be me when I felt alive and whole.
I have been forgotten along with the many other broken souls who lie before me.
We have been left behind within the distant endless swirls of rusty grey dust and ash.
The composition of love is a complex concept for those who have sealed their hearts to avoid the cruel.
The formula of creating the death of a soul is the blackness from unforgiveness, hatred, and unrelenting malice.
Is there hope for the fallen? Is there hope for the broken? Is there hope for the lost? Is there hope for the lonely? Is there hope for the hated? Is there hope for the forgotten?
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It feels good to laugh.
It adds more light onto my soul.
I love this feeling.
Choose sour or sweet.
Sweet brings on smiles and laughter.
Sour is discontent.
Laughing is healing.
Your soul will thank you for this.
Start laughing today.
Life tip: If you are having a bad day, one tip to combat it is to think about things that make you smile or laugh! I.E. Funny moments from your favorite movie or TV show, fun memories with family and friends, random or weird stuff that makes you laugh, etc.
Have a good day friends.
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(Note- due to size of dream journal entry, this will be a 3 part entry made up of 3 separate posts. This is part 2. Names and identities will remain anonymous.)
The affectionate night with Cain seemed to blend and bleed itself into a dream of soft, pastel, rose-colored streams of colored water that reflected ourselves sleeping with one another. I woke up with Cain standing behind me and found Janice and a few others still there in the morning. I was worried about her and asked where her significant other was. She told me that she had her boyfriend and not to worry. Well, I set up a special surprise and got her boyfriend to come to see us. He walked behind Janice and tapped her on the shoulder. She was ecstatic to know that he was there because he had been out of town for the longest time. They both kissed, walked off, and waved goodbye to me.
I turned towards Cain and we were starting to walk off as I heard my mom call to me. I run towards her and Cain had an expression of discomfort and worry on his face. I was excited to see her and gave her a hug. She told me about how she missed me and I expressed the same thing to her and we both asked each other a few mundane questions about our everyday lives. It was cut short when my mom sharply interrupted me and told me to drop every single thing that I was doing. I became ever so confused and asked her what she meant. She got even deeper as she told me to drop my job, my home, my surroundings, my friends, and now this new venture for it wouldn’t be good for me. She also told me she knew best and that I needed to come home. I kept trying to tell her that I couldn’t, even wouldn’t because I was happy. It didn’t seem to phase her at all and I just felt like part of me was being sucked in and couldn’t get away.
Cain told me it was time to go and I refused to leave, thinking that there was something wrong with my mom. She then tried to reach her hand out to me and told me not to go, crying hysterically. She started to morph and decay into a very nasty form that no longer even represented my mom. Cain grabbed me and said, “Come on Alex! Let’s go! You have got to let go of the past! Come on, let’s go!”. We both ran out of the stadium and into a completely different place from the school. I started to cry myself, feeling like part of me was being ripped away. Cain slowly walked up to me and gently carressed my hair and face, kissed me, hugged me and then stood in front of me with his arms on my shoulders. Our surroundings slowly started to morph into a softly sunlit green pasture with lofty trees and roaring mountains.
In a gentle but stern voice, Cain explained to me how I had to drop my past and leave it behind me. I was hysterical and again felt as though something important was being ripped towards me. Cain was so patient with me, that I greatly appreciated. Anger started to grow more apparent on his face and I knew it was not towards me. He kissed me on my forehead, said I love you swiftly, and I said it in returned. He turned around and told me he would be right back and not to follow him. I asked for him to wait, but before I could go further, a few of my friends ran past me and followed Cain. Janice stopped for a second to tell me to stay here. I could hear a massive inhuman shriek coming from the distance as they ran across the stage and it morphed into a stone part of the mountain.
I could no longer see them. I looked upon my surroundings and saw more hills, trees, and a body of water a few hundred yards away from me. I heard a soft male voice hit my ears and saw an angellic presence in front of me. To me, it looked like Archangel Chamuel. Long dirty blonde hair, soft rose white wings, a robe made of pinks, reds, and gold. His face looked immortal. I do not quite remember the message he protrayed onto me. But what I could understand was to not feel bad for others who have done wrong, don’t pity for people of the past, I’m doing the right thing, move forward, move on with my goals and dreams, have fun with friends, and stay with Cain.
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