“My love, are we ‘in this together to win this?’
Because from my point of view, our souls are pretty invested in our having success.
If you also believe this to be true, how do we overcome our shyness?”
“My love, are we ‘in this together to win this?’
Because from my point of view, our souls are pretty invested in our having success.
If you also believe this to be true, how do we overcome our shyness?”
She’d had to allow the corruption to become a part of her in order to survive, neutralizing and owning it while bound to its puppet strings.
He’d met her there in the darkness – had called out to bridge with love’s intention, awakening the passion she’d held under tight leash as it ignited her need to embrace him.
But when she saw him suddenly in person in a brief glance shared that none before could ever compare, her hidden innocence suddenly recognized his hidden innocence – and two pairs of wide blue eyes starled back to their cores in a flash of white gold brilliance.
Transformed into unicorns and both confused by their suddenly repairing souls’ clammoring to take this union seriously, their high spirits kicked up heels in overwhelm – and tossing heads fled to opposite directions for safe distance.
How can it be that where truth resides I am very shy?
Why do I still wear these glasses that poke near my eye?
With all of our life experiences why did we both run?
Bolting opposite directions instead of toward the sun?
She came upon a singing class practicing low pressure, cozy outdoor performances in a little cafe outer nook with supportive atmosphere.
He was there, phasing in and out of his younger to now form and they linked somehow at distance.
Both extremely shy in person, their nerves became more secure over time during the practice as when one would look toward the other the other would receive and give back just a tiny bit more.
“Yes…hello…I’m here…I like you,” careful yet clear signaling throughout the session passed between them.
Toward the end of the class, she sang a little over the recording, just trying to get the words smooth and right, and then he followed, lightly playing with stretching tones upward.
By the end of his song, she felt some slight confidance inside bloom where she never had before – and got reinforcement from his glance lingering in her direction that he felt the same, too.
Her heartbeat quickened as the class began to end because she felt the first sense of real hope that he would want to spend time with her – and that maybe their connection would grow and become something that they both could keep, instead of something shallow that often quickly ends.
—
(Last of last night’s dreams)
“So this issue regarding the marriage conundrum is still a thing…
There seems no way to escape that door shutting after a couple marries and they are ‘shoved close into the room of their lives’ together.
From what I can surmise, the only way their relationship will have a chance to survive and grow is if they unpack everything right then and there – truthfully and honestly while identifying strengths, weaknesses, goals, dreams, desires, where they are vulnerable to outside and internal influences and strategizing and committing to be a team dedicated to each other’s mutual flourishing.
But most people don’t know this about marriage needing to have a blueprint or survival kit – and then suddenly the ghosts and ghoulies from inside and externally decide to come visiting.
Pressures, ‘babes’ – they get squeezed, pulled, crushed & compressed, and then project negatively onto each other for it.
I’m just speaking of the casualties – the ones who don’t make it.
I don’t know how those who make it get through this stage – except to say that it would seem to be an essential part of due diligence to at least discuss these things prior to marriage for ensuring that the couple at least starts off on a same page that they could return to and refashion for reconnection and rebonding with each other.
And, I can say that having already tried longterm relationships without marriage, something vital in commitment was always very much lacking.
What do you think about these concepts, what has been your experience, and what do you think could work well to ensure evolving success in partnership?
“I’m not ok.
I’ve been literally set back.
I am needing to dissociate.
I couldn’t remain exposed and overextended.
The reality is that I am alone inside here.
And who and what I am is withdrawing due to the injury.
I mean, getting smacked by the universe turning and dumping me onto my head is just purely unnecessary.
I am in shock and not progressing on things even to prior limited capacities.
I am upset somewhere – very upset.
And lost in the undertow of things.
And you are not here, so what is real?
I reach out and just find me.
I need more than this to keep bridging.”
“I wish we could be real with each other.”
Yes, I’m thinking about you.
But I’m also trying to sleep.
Why is it that I can only sleep once I have sought for you – but then once I close my eyes, I am again sleepless?”
“I went into a crystal apothecary shop today looking for a bracelet to help ward off the static harm that keeps persecuting me.
Without intending to, I found something rare and special that is perfect for you that they let me put on hold for when I can afford its simple expense.
Funny how I went looking for me and found something for you.”
“Someday, we may speak privately.
I have no desire to be public except to use this as a means to stay in contact with you.”
“Are we both so fragile that we need each other’s presence kept at a safe distance?
What happened to the bravery that has carried us so far to this point?
Barely holding on, I think.
We are still barely holding on.
And the lie is that we are better off, more protected if we stay in our own known quadtants – rather than leaping to risk and allowing ourselves to make a mess of it all for creating a new and better shared existence.
Oh yes, it’s going to take work.
And oh yes, we are going to feel very afraid at times and disiriented.
But we’d have each other – do you hear me clearly?
We’d have each other to build trust with and learn how we can rely on each other in true partnership.”
“When I was in the E.R. in pain and frightened, I just told the universe my reason for livimg was to see you again.
That’s when I felt all of those healing hands – which strangely seemed unrelated and felt like a coincidence in timing.”
“That if I stop speaking, then you’ll return…
But I thought that we agreed to no games?”
“If there is none inherent, I shall fashion sanity from madness for us.”
I will bind my pain to yours and
Pull you to the other side with it
That we have suffered
And survived suffering
And continue surviving?
My love for you softens me
But the pain contort-bends
“I broke down in training today while being worked on because of the pain I keep getting hammered by.
But toward the end of my turn to receive as learning, an image and sense of you lying next to me, opening your arms to me shocked me.
I wasn’t looking for you because I’ve been trying to stay neutral – but there you were for me.”
By Athena Stairs, November 16, 2025
He’s drenched in it
I’ve got to help him
Better channel conduits
Taking good care of him
I need to learn his ways
Match up to syncopation
Gotta lift him up to reach
Higher levels’ expressions
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Oh night time spirit of Elden white
Blessing revealed in bright sunlight
Wherefore have gone without a kiss?
Your courage my boon sorely missed
“I’m so tired…so very, very tired.”
“They say that I shouldn’t – that I should maintain equality, if not demand status.
But I love indulging you.”
—
(Content of many meanings)
“Miss you.”
By Athena Stairs, November 14, 2025
Oh secret smile shared with demure eyes
Angelic blessings can no longer disguise
Come and let me touch the Face of Love
Teeth like a cat’s voice smooth as a dove
Only a halo burning bright for pure Truth
Could survive Hell’s fire walls undeterred
Tranforming ash into heat’s molten desire
Wings of supernova stardust lift us higher
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“The pressures of the years rapidly increasing from the accident’s fallout have produced pronounced silver strands to either side of my cheek bones – which I always thought would be cool, but the Crone is definitely getting to drink her fill.”
“Where is the room for courtship and romance?
Is it enough of a start to have spoken our shared truths at distance?
I wore a mask today to protect my fellow healer students.
But doing so overheated my brain and recycled whatever I was fighting off so now I feel feverish.
So if, for example, we were to meet this evening, my instincts would be to turn you away to protect you.
Or…
The only other option would be to invite you in where we would instantly (hopefully) succumb to sleep together – and I would likely infect you.
Are we allowed to just cross that line and fall into natural rhythms together?
Why do I feel like I’ve always known you – as though we are tethered?”
“Is there something that I can do to make things easier for you?”
I did not tell you this because
I didn’t want to seem boastful
But when I was provoked to
‘Go find the man I wanted,”
I had to acknowledge that
The one I wanted was you
Which hard-shocked me because
For so long I’d avoided this truth
Of course I want you
I’ve always wanted you
I was just afraid to love you
Because it tugs on everything
You’re always on my mind and
Pulsing in rhythms of soul’s body
How do we get out of our own ways
And together, reach for The Divine?