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Gemineyed Gypsy Jan 2016
The Generation of You

A high tolerance for pain. Victim of self-inflicted injury and self-convinced lies. Self-judgement, self-disappointment, all aspects of self-disrespect; self-caused anxiety and self-caused stress.

Every man will have his turn-around, each woman her next chance to live. Darkness isn't necessarily a bad thing. Blackness in your heart doesn't make you a lost soul.

Nature isn't perfect, her ways at times are cruel. But as often as the sun is eclipsed by the moon, so must we all get a glimpse of our shadows monsoon.
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Gemineyed Gypsy Jan 2016
One Thousand Miles To Simply Be

As I look out into the bay; brisk ocean breeze stinging my cheeks and nostrils slightly dripping; I close my tear-glazed eyes and imagine life as it was a year ago. Slowly, my mind begins to tune out the busy sounds of traffic and fast-paced life; where the world never stops and everyone has some place to get to, some place they need to be.

As I listen to the jingles of collars while the dogs play, I imagine standing in the middle of a field, with nothing but trees and farm-life surrounding me. I focus in on the sounds of the wind and the chirping from cold-weather birds making their winter homes among the brush along the trunks of our hibernating, colorless trees.

As I shuffle my feet back and forth in the soft, cold sand, I allow my mind the nostalgia for red dirt, forever staining my hand-me-down boots, leaving a pleasant shade of rusty orange, similar to the weeds traveling up the shore from in-coming tides of the sea.

All is still and quiet as I let my day-dreams simply be.
A thousand miles have come and gone, 12 months of wisdom instilled in me.
Returning now to the present moment, filled with peace from this tranquil memory.
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Gemineyed Gypsy Jan 2016
To My Love:


An Ode to Us

As we celebrate our anniversary of sacred marriage, we reflect on all we have learned and grown over our past years together. How we've managed to pull ourselves out of the darkness of our unhappy, broken lives by working together and being together; supporting and pushing each other on. From anger and depression to slowly working towards love and now light.

We've learned to embrace the simplicity of life. To slow down, step back and enjoy the ride. To appreciate being wrong about decisions, seeking answers in our mistakes. Going down that road again with awareness to find where we went off course then of course, leading each other back to the center of love and consciousness sought by those seeking to do right. The sacred path of the Gods before us, through inner guidance of their energies, uniting us with the Spirit, the Creator of the Cosmos through a powerful enlightenment we can only reach through Love and Dedication, leading us to the utmost center of eternal inner peace.

As we reflect on all that we physically possess as one, we realize, while we have many treasures, they are of sentimental value. Our belongings tell a story. About us. About our adventures together. About our pasts and past-times, our struggles and our victories. Pictures on the wall. Artwork. Books. Sticky notes lying around the house with words of wisdom, beliefs and healing, ancient proverbs and vedic quotes. Herbs and crystals for magic, cards and seashells for fun. Drawings and doodles and scribbles and paintings, flowers from first dates and memories and thoughts etched within the caves and wires of this computer, as if they were etched in stone.

We smile with delight as we recognize wishes, desires and dreams come true. Learning to enjoy the quiet times, surrounded by nature as we lie in the sand, listening to the waves or simply looking out our window, gazing into the beauties of this world that are right within our view. Our hearts beating in rhythm, holding hands and breathing slow, embracing each other with gratitude for all we have become, all we intend to be, and all we manifest together within the nature of our realm. The world we create together, growing stronger and more vibrant with each day, the presence of joy when you sit back in reverence, having faith in each other and in tomorrow as a brand new day.

Always and forever yours,
© 2016 Ashley Jean.
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Gemineyed Gypsy Dec 2015
The Moon and the Stars*

It all started one night under the stars.

Lying in the field on the clearest yet brisk last nights of summer's warm-held grasp. Telescope, blankets, friends and stars. We watched and waited as satellites and planes flew overhead; deciphering shooting star from orbital waste, relearning and recalling constellations recognized throughout man's lifelong past. Gazing into the wide open of the unknown with thoughts of extra-terrestrial, black holes, and the possibility of life after death.

The darker the night the more magic seemed to exist. After wrapping up our outdoor viewing of the universe, we headed indoors for peaceful sessions of passing the pipe while listening to shamanic throat singing and overtones, as our friends sat *gravely
entranced, zoning out to the wonders of the world covered by media through National Geographic and the world-wide-web.

It was somewhere a midst all this where I find myself; body calm and mind relaxed, propped up on the couch pondering the innermost immortal thoughts of the interconnectedness of life and death and sound and energy, spirit and soul as visions of spirals infinitely intertwining as one appear before my eyes. The sensations of what I imagine the reference of “getting the gears rolling” in the center of my brain as my pineal gland begins its first steps of decalcification brought about by the intentions of man.

Up until this point my life was on a one track path. A steady straight line towards the unknown, unawakened, and ignorantly naive, believing everything I had been taught up until that moment was a true solid fact. With this new sensation of the potential for higher vibrations within my own soul, my heart began to rapidly race but without pain and suffering, rather with the excitement of this new realized grace.

Awakening to this new idea, to this new age, to this *new way of life.
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Gemineyed Gypsy Dec 2015
I found myself down at the bottom of a cliff;
Waves crashing upon the rocky shore as my body floats adrift

There I was lost in wonder,
“Had I not left this very world I now find myself stagnant in?”

Has life's infinite wonders, once again, grasped hold of my lonely lost Soul and pulled me out of the darkness right on to the other side?

A continuous cycle spiraling round and round from infinite to beyond;
Endlessly evolving and revolving as yin moves through yang;
As light warps with sound

From matter to energy,
Forevermore infinitely greater than mere dust in the ground

What happens next, as I awaken to this new journey;
Moving forward; starting fresh?

I find myself gliding on wind as oxygen to new souls;
Growing through love with life's ultimate pure bliss

One request for those I've loved and left behind;
May only memories of my love be your everlasting guide
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*Thinking of all the loved one's who've moved on from this life.
Thank you for being my muse and my guide.
Gemineyed Gypsy Nov 2015
We opted out of our honey moon,
Quit our jobs, donated our car
Gave up everything we had to start fresh and anew
To begin our life as ONE with a brand new adventure
Leaving behind all we knew as familiar, all we knew as home.

Packed our belongings, our pets and our plants.
Moved 500 miles southwest;
From city and sea to vast plains and rolling hills
Learning how to love, how to farm,
And how to simply 'let it be'

A year already, since love letters and vows
So many memories already, especially of cows
To grow and nurture, as nature nurtured us,
Sowing seeds in our garden with
Love, hope and trust
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Gemineyed Gypsy Aug 2015
I found an injured blue jay. I held him in my arms. I thought he would try to fly away yet when I let go, he fell to the ground.

As I looked more closely, I saw within his wing, numerous hooks of various sizes woven through feathers, piercing his skin.

With care I held him closely, slowly freeing one hook at a time. Each minute he knew was closer to healing, his gratitude was matched with mine.

His pain finally subsiding, I carried him toward the brush. I thought he would join the other blue birds but instead he held on and nuzzled me close.

"You're free!" I told him he was healed now. He thanked me one last time. As I watched him fly off into the wood you'll never believe what I saw with my eyes.

His wings, fluttering now faster, he made his way up through the trees. Sunbeams transforming his feathers from grays and blues to vibrant purples and pink.

My new friend, now resembled a butterfly, in every possible way. Flying into the sunset with poise and grace, he reminded me to never give up on hope of brighter days.

For once he was an injured blue jay, flightless and weighted to the ground. He dreamt of becoming a butterfly, fleetly floating through trees, bringing beauty all around.
A scene from a vivid dream I had while undergoing a series of changes in my life.

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