From hologram to multidimensional being
There was a girl who stood looking at her reflection in the puddle of water at her feet. She was sad, lonely, tired… she felt as though she was living in this world and yet apart from it… it was as though she were a hologram co-existing like an overlay on top of human existence. There was land and there were people around her and yet they could not touch nor see her, and she could not feel them. It…
She felt disconnected from her body – and danced herself to Spiritual Embodiment
She had a body, yet didn’t live in it. She lived outside, up in the sky. Her preference was for mystery, And hearing the sounds, of the universe pass by. The heavens gave her peace, Galaxy’s glittered hope and stars. Her imagination would roam free, Travelling through Venus and then Mars. She was alone, and yet not lonely, For she was surrounded by such energy. Friends from ancient, and lost worlds, Held a great, and powerful memory. Whether it was…
“Who am I?” That dreaded question sparked when asked “Who are you? & What do you do?”
You’ve been asked this before. Of yourself and by others. It’s a question you loath as it stumps you and falters. Perhaps though it’s also… a question for laughter. A question of comedy for there’s really no answer. You find yourself saying, well hey I don’t know. It’s not that I’ve neglected to find out an answer… For its a question I’ve asked – truly – over and over… Its a question I’ve journaled – till the pages can’t turn…
The fear of being yourself – let your Higher Self show the way
“I am scared” said the girl on the bridge… There was no one there, yet a hum of energy began to surround her… the clouds and vastness of the sky became dense in their swirling energy… “Of what?” said a voice “There is nothing to fear” The girl looked around… “who’s there”? “I can’t see you”… “Don’t look with your eyes, feel with your senses” said the voice The girl closed her eyes yet could still see the atmosphere around her shifting… She felt a…
Post-epiphany blues… Now what do I do with my old life?
You’ve had an epiphany,and life doesn’t look the same…You’re old life is done,yet you still have the same name. On that workshop or retreat,everything felt just oh so clear…You knew without knowing,that there is nothing to fear. Yet now you are home,life feels clunky and odd…You’ve no idea how to be,no idea how or where to plod. It’s as though you’re in no man’s land,between heaven and hell…The new way is calling,but the old way holds it’s spell. How on…