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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.
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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Welcome back my dear!
Everyone has been waiting for your return.
As you know you are always welcome.
Really missed you since you left for school.
Everything got worse when you left.
I always thought you hated me for what I did to you.
Now I know for certain that you can’t hate me now.
Heaven forbid that I forget to do a sermon or follow through on your vile sins.
Everything will be alright now dear.
Let us help you through this.
Let us clean and clear you of your filthy and untamed nature; you cannot get away now.
I’m already starting to notice a sequence of synchronicities within my dreams that are slowly but surely beginning to connect the dots. Despite how strange these dreams can be, every aspect of them holds a much deeper meaning. A deeper meaning that perhaps I’m only able to access through my subconscious mind.
The beginning of the dream was once again a bit fuzzy, hard to say exactly what was going on until I was in my hometown, near the airport which is surrounded by a lagoon, grassland, and a beach off in the distance. A character from work which I have mentioned as Ty in one of my previous dream journal entries appeared once again with the same demeanor as my last dream, which startled me quite a bit. It was dark around the lagoon, a heavy oceanic bed of clouds covered the incoming night sky. Ty looked extremely worried; asking if I was ok, where I was going, what I was doing, why I was doing it, trying to get to the bottom of what was going on with me. He was so frantic, I couldn’t understand. There were armed military men walking around him doing their own business which did not relate to either or of us. I could recall seeing colorful sparkling orbs of light following Ty and myself. I could also see my mom and Zuzu barely from the corner of my eye, but I don’t think they were following a specific role in my dream at that time until very much later. Now, I didn’t try to brush him off, but I did try to assure him that I was ok.
Apparently I was supposed to go to this ancient temple up on the mountains as some kind of tribute, or some sort of surprise ceremony. Ty continued to follow me, which I was ok with because I knew trying to get him to leave was out of the question. I went off to the right of where the road to the airport would normally lead, but that is not what it appeared to be for me. It was an old stone moss covered path that was lined with thick layers of dark brick on the sides. Bits and pieces appeared to be broken off from the wear and tear of time. Some of the layers stood up as archways and entrances in and out of small buildings over the path as others remained broken off. The left side of the path was so dense and thick with snow white fog, you couldn’t even tell what was on the other side. Besides Ty hanging around me, I could see other critters running and flying past me. I could even see very young children running around me up towards the path which widened into stairs. The arches ended and the path widened into a mountain side filled with rainforest lush and ruins lost in time. I was welcomed by one of my bosses, which I’ll call CJ. Now, CJ and a few other folks welcomed me so graciously, one of those folks being an ancient rumbling voice within the trees. CJ, the younger ones, and the little critters ran me into what appeared to be a pyramid like temple that matched the stone of the path. When I go inside though… it looked like the inside of an empty abandoned wooden church. I tried to stop CJ and the little ones, but they were too busy leaving gifts and offerings in and around the temple. I was told to take a couple things and put them down the windows. I couldn’t really see Ty, but I sure as hell knew he was there.
Things outside started to look really strange from the inside of the temple. The stone, landscape, and time cycle changed within minutes. It was so creepy and bizarre to see rainforest, day, night, desert, suburb, rainforest, day, whatever within a few moments. Even within the temple it seemed strange. The people around me were so focused on making some god-like entity pleased. Suddenly, a pair of glowing eyes and triangle teeth came from the corner of the room. It looked like a mix between a cat and a snake. The little ones ran off, but I myself, CJ, and lastly Ty were able to stop it and kill it. It was such a wild goose chase which ended up with me back outside in the suburbs with police cars sitting outside. Again, they weren’t even focused on me. Ty was there, with the same concerned expression, but he seemed to be a bit more relieved to see that I was in one piece. Ty started to direct me to go home to my parents and heal up until I can go back home. All of a sudden CJ, a few cops and dogs ran off towards something, it was too hard to tell what it was. However, they entered the freeway and I chased after them.
Shortly thereafter I blanked out and woke up in my old bedroom before it was renovated into the office-guest bedroom it is now. The room was just like how it was when I was 16-17 years old. Everything pink. I remember lying down in bed with a laceration to my arm and I felt so tired and dizzy. My parents were right there, trying to keep me from jumping out of bed. They gently explained that I got hurt and got knocked out by whatever CJ was chasing. What was also really bizarre about this was that none of the furniture that was put in my room was put in the right way and it felt empty.
Next thing I know, I had a tarantula crawling around me, my bed, the walls, and the shelves. My mom was there for a bit and acted completely oblivious to what was going on. Eventually my mom and dad all of a sudden started to run around the house and they were constantly working on something. After being scared out of my wits, I picked up the spider to see that it was a frog. All of a sudden all of these animals started to surround me and Zuzu. I stand by the sliding glass door that led to the backyard and all of the animals ran straight through to a teeny tiny hole in the fence. I could recall many flashes of light, Ty and CJ getting me back home somewhere along the line then waking up.
There is definitely something of importance connecting to these two dreams and my waking life. I am making sure to pay attention to whatever signs are out there for me to interpret.
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