Christianity and other religions preach that living is suffering – and that we’ll get our “just rewards” when we pass on from this life.
But me?
I’m more of a “Heaven on Earth” kind of ascriber.
I do not need outdated belief systems as a crutch when what I need and love is right here, in this “reality.”
Hypervigilance and repetetive stress response to fleeting stability again becoming unstable takes its toll on a fight or flight cortisol system.
Unable to choose “freeze” as an option due to need to keep moving, body auto-locks down against muscle movement because it wants to stop moving “for safety.”
I remember when the sensation first happened over ten years ago, and how hard I fought against it For if it had won then, I would not have been functional for my children.
It is very vexing to feel hunted and haunted by such a mechanism. I keep fighting to overcome it instead of it overwhelming me – because if I am “the carrier,” I must also be “the solution.”
Your angel number 1155 indicates that it is time to begin a new endeavour, new direction, or perhaps a new business venture. All of your hopes and dreams will come to fruition. Now, get ready for some wonderful changes in your life, and you’ll finally be able to rest in your own skin.
Energy is lagging. So is inspiration.
If honor it, it lets go. Identify “it.”
Having given my all and more, data analysis points to going it alone.
Likely, I will have better quality of living without difficulty in gaining mutuality.
I am tired – quite literally – of wasting time on prospects that do not benefit me equally.
Lymphatic sludge: memory chemicals trapped within vessels, recirculating.
Money owed by government agencies is trapped behind barriers, similarily.
Extra efforts needed to purge both systems into release take coordinating.
Awaiting Invitation.
I am called to be where few access, yet is the center of my universe and reason for my existence.
How to be in a relationship of heart, mind, and soul that fulfills and keeps things spicey?
To have myself and beloved ones within a light so bright that all harmul darkness just melts away.
She learned early on that she was disposable. Non valuable. At the most, chattel.
She didn’t understand how people could not see the beauty inside one another and why they chose to indulge in sin.
Until she realized that humanity was plagued by a sickness, and distanced herself so that she could better understand it.
See the darling top clouds playing? They have long, puffy tails like squirrels. A little one on top upper right and a larger one below it to left, looking over its shoulder at the first as they frolick and gambol.
When I visited my grandparents as a child, for most of time the television was on in the background of whatever we were doing.
From Mutual Of Omaha to golf and game shows, I Love Lucy, Hawaii Five-O, and Disney if I was lucky, there was another world to turn to to compare and contrast our lives against.
This influence in my life taught me to question everything due to Walter Cronkite Jr. and to analyze “fantasy” vs. “reality” by exploring romance, comedy, action, and thriller movies.
Now, when I toil at a mass of dishes, discomfort is relieved mentally by watching a Netflix series. If I cannot fall asleep, I am lulled into complacency with a show running on loop, volume down low next to me.
The only consistency in life that we can count on is what we put into it of our own.
No one to show off to
Or parties impromptu –
Just black on black
And color reclused.
Flowers to enjoy in
Gardening venues,
Poetry to write, and
Star-bound reviews.
Being among the first to ride the crest of a new wave, it is easier to look back upon the force that is coming and to recognize that nothing can stand in its way.
It’s a mentality plaguing every nation, rather than embracing complexity and improving on diversity.
She realized she was designed to help others when they were in need. It was time she aligned herself with those who would have her own back.
(Title play with words, Sole vs. Soul Provider)
They will soon be extinct – and instinctually, they know it. This is why they flood forth now in numbers.
Their time is over, for they are not God’s Chosen – but a throwback to ages even “He” is ashamed of.
In quiet of mind’s heart,
Creation becomes art
Normally unattainable
By external motivations.
Zoom in…
I am “a wreck,” clinging to belief
Because Love is why we’re here –
And we are caught in a nightmare
Of others attempting to unmake it.
If God is Love in Expression,
Love in Expression is Divine.
An anti-inflamatory supposedly more gentle on the liver causes more muscle spasms when come off of it than had before, and body swelling.
Oh yeah…and likely “may cause death.”
Russian Roulette.
It doesn’t really matter, even if I’m fatter:
There will come a day it will melt away.
That day is jusr not now
As I balloon like a cow.
I can’t help it if adrenals can’t get
Their needs met in reinforcements.
Days blend into each other
Where there are no breaks.
She realized this is what she always gravitated toward, and needed.
“Do you think you know the difference between Fantasy and Reality?” she asked him.
“Of course I do,” he replied, a bit surprised. “I walk that line of demarcation nearly every day of my life.”
She looked at him as a quirk of mirth twitched briefly in her eyebrow, and a hint of a smile formed on her lips as she waited for him to ask for clarification.
When she cried quietly, her muffled, breathy sobs sounded like a swan’s soft calling out for her long lost mate.
By Athena Stairs, 2016
There was daylight in the night time
And it drew me from my sleep
Others were out, the horses came down
And were playing on the beach
There was a selfish queen
Whom no one seemed able to please
Her wiseman called in strangled tone
My mistress – be at peace!
He pulled from inside his vest
Into glowing light for her behest
One drop of gold-purple elixir
With youth as final trickster
I descended onto the sand
To stand before the man
Then bent my head – extending tongue
Until upon he dropped the sun
This shimmering, vibrant orb
I fought to not absorb
As sought out one fine mare
Deep glossed and of regal air
Then kissed her soft velvety lips –
This love that I was born to miss
In passing through – the old age flew!
Replaced by hard bone, muscled sinew
Her status now to rule the expanse
Her daughter, my duty to suckle.
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