The Spirit in Blue- Transition and Transformation

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A colossal wave of cosmic light engulfed my whole being. The world that I barely even knew transformed into something that not even my wildest of dreams could manifest.

I don’t know begin to describe how I felt as the light swallowed me whole… thousands of words kept popping up in my mind, and neither one remotely matched this sensation.

Where in the world was this fiery ball of blue taking me? The wave of light dissolved the ground, trees, and sky into dust. The dust swirled around me and within an instant, a new plane of existence was formed. Everything shined of white, silver, and indigo. Chunks of levitating, moons, and smaller planets rotated around one another.

“Hey, spirit orb thingy! Where are we goi-” I pause for a moment as something small caught my eye. “Spirit in blue, where are you taking me?” The small object that appeared in front of me grew in size as we got closer. It was a… tree! A very large one at that. 

The gentle whisper that I heard earlier spoke softly into my ear once again. “The Tree of Transition and Transformation.” 

“The Tree of Transition and Transformation?” I asked intently, but got no answer in return. “Hello?” Still no response.

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The spirit in blue plopped me right between the sporadic roots of this colossal tree. I was in absolute awe when I gazed upon its beauty. It stood several stories high and was bigger than any structure known to man. It’s indigo colored bark fascinated me, I had to get closer up just to see if it was even remotely real. Indeed it was. It felt like the softest fabric I have ever put my hands on. Suddenly, several white and gold colored orbs appeared around me from nowhere. I looked towards the inside of the branches and dozens of multi colored orbs danced around the leaves and twisted vines. I never thought that anything like this could ever exist! Nothing short of a dream or a fairytale; except this isn’t a dream nor a fairytale.

I took a few steps back and sat upon one of the massive roots that were imbedded in the violet colored grass. The spirit in blue swirled around me and hovered a few inches from my right shoulder. I sighed deeply and looked at the spirit in blue who hovered by my side. 

“Is this the answer to my prayers spirit in blue? I feel like the whole world is against me, and I don’t know what to do.” I looked down for a moment, feeling a knot form in my stomach. “Can you understand me.” 

“Yes” said the gentle whisper. I felt a warm presence surround me; it felt like a person who had their arm around my shoulder… but it didn’t entirely feel human. Was it a ghost? An Angel? God? What was it? Nothing? What I DID know was that I could trust this being who was with me.

“I feel so lost man. I don’t know what to do anymore…” The knot in my stomach clenched and my whole body started to shake. I felt a hot coal form in my throat, it burned so much. Warm tears began to ran down my cheeks and I felt myself losing all control. 

The warm presence hugged my shoulders tighter as my emotions broke through the barriers I had held up for so long. In a way, I felt a sense of relief come upon me as I released these emotions. I knew that I was here for a reason, I knew I have purpose in this world. But, what in the world does all of this mean? What is the spirit in blue trying to tell me? Does this blue orb have all the answers to my prayers, better yet my problems?

To Be Continued 

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Confession 9: 5 reasons why I love rain

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“I think it’s a commonality for the sound of rain to soothe others to sleep peacefully. Well, I’m one of those kinds of people that will pass out listening to the sound of the rain tapping against my windows. Even gentle (as well as not so gentle) thunderstorms are music to my ears.

However, I also have another confession: I see rain in a positive light while others might not. Here are a few other ways I view rain: 1. I view rain as getting a free car wash! 2. It gives nature nourishment and love. Sunlight it always a good thing, but without the rain, there would be absolutely nothing except for dust and decay… 3. It washes away the gunk that causes allergies. 4. I’d rather have it rain and have temperatures drop compared to having a blazing hot summer’s day. Despite the fact that I grew up in a place where the weather is generally warm and sunny (Southern Cali), I still really cannot handle heat and humidity all that much. 5. I view it to be a spiritual cleansing as well as a physical one. Can you envision each drop of rain literally washing away the dust and grime that negativity has left behind? Can you envision fresh rain cleansing you of your pain, stress, and negativity that wears you down on a day to day basis? Food for thought!”

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Weekly Funnies- Fun Facts about Swearing

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Believe it or not, swearing isn’t always such a bad thing! In fact, there’s some fun facts that we can learn from swearing.

  1. In all seriousness, I prefer to use explicit language and profanity over using euphemisms to sugar coat reality. What is it that you would prefer to do?

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2. If you were to stub your toe, what would you prefer to yell out in pain: “Fish!” or “Fuck!”? What about if you slam one of your fingers closing a door on accident: “Fudge!” or “Fuck!”? In my personal experience, I feel better swearing when in pain rather than to ‘fudge’ it. What do you think?

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Now lastly, here’s one of the real reasons why I made this post today. This is the biggest, most important fact about swearing that makes the act of swearing itself much more innocent and docile:

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Swearing might be such a bad thing after all! What do you think?

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Confession #6

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 “My favorite color used to be yellow when I was very, very little. I had yellow EVERYTHING! Yellow room, bedspread, furniture, clothes, you name it. Every birthday my mom would buy me yellow flowers because I loved them so much. I especially loved sunflowers and always wanted to try to grow some in our backyard. I always thought that my taste in color was unique and others did too! When I got older… my taste in color changed ever so dramatically…

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For whatever reason, I became obsessed with everything pink! Pink clothes, pink room, pink walls, pink furniture, pink rug, pink sheets, pink everything. This surprised my parents because growing up, I wasn’t a very ‘girly girl’. God only knows why I loved pink then, because I certainly didn’t when I was younger! I didn’t like the idea of wearing makeup or girly clothing until I got a little bit older, and even then I still wasn’t really 100% into it. A big part of me held onto the idea of having a pink room for so long because of my mom’s battle with breast cancer when I was a teenager (she’s fine now!). 

Then as I continued to grow, my taste in color changed again…

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Huzzah! Purple! Purple, violet, indigo, lavender, lilac… I LOVE purple. Before I moved to where I am now, my parents and I purple-fied my room. It was more subtle than any of my other past room decor. In fact, my old room is still purple, with a few slight changes that have been added to it. My current home has a lot of purple and black furniture. 

Overall as an artist, I enjoy using cooler colors and shades more so than using warmer colors and hues. It truly doesn’t matter what medium I use, I’ll always choose cooler colors over warmer colors.”

What were your favorite colors growing up? Did those colors have any special meaning to you?

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Confession #2

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“If I had the option to go back in time to when I was in my teens, I would simply decline it. If I had the option to change my past, again I would simply decline. If I had the power to change anything related to school, again I would simply decline that as well. Having all of this power in my hands doesn’t mean anything if I had to repeat a phase(s) in my life that I wish to change.”

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Confession

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“All I ever feel is unconditional love for all. Even if I don’t know it or deny it, the love within me is always there. I even feel unconditional love for the most vile things in this world. To this day, I still question how this can be.”

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