I laid awake... Thoughts, fears and worries flooding and poisoning my mind. The past, present and future swirling like a mist. Inescapable, I am lost and unable to find a way out.
So tired so I closed my eyes... Hoping to find solace, to find peace... Floating... Suddenly I'm floating in darkness, oh what bliss. Looking down, I see my frozen body, not dead and still alive but not consciously aware that I am not one with it. The divine universe has called upon me.
At first there was darkness and then colours... Every colour in the spectrum... I float through space and time... I am one with the universe.
A cluster of stars... A divine intervention and spiritual awakening takes place. It cradled me and spoke to me like a child sitting on it's mother's lap about to be given wisdom and a lesson. "My dear child, why do you place upon your shoulders so much worry and overwhelm yourself with the things you can't control? What should've been (your past) and what will be (your future) are the things you cannot change or control. Let the past go, let it be... Focus on the present you. Continue to be kind, compassionate and loving. You are a pure soul... Leave the future to us and all that is yet to happen will be revealed to you in the right time. Go forth and live your life dear child, do not worry and give it all up to us." I smile at the cluster of stars and embrace it for some time...
I fall again, through the colours, then in the dark. And with a jolt I am back in my body once more. The divine universe has spoken... I'm at peace and I'm spiritually awakened.
Based on a dream that helped me spiritually awaken
The love that beholds me, awakens the senses, an adrenaline shot to the heart, eyes wide open as If breathing from the deathly hallows The rusty cogs slowly turn, gaining momentum, as the lost love pours through me like a monsooned river, hitting every part of me, a flicked light switch in the dead of night, as light overflows the darkness, my being is transformed, I'm alive, I'm alive
Do not cement the bars of your own prison around you. When will you wake up, and realise that your reality is false? Restricted to what you have so far been taught it is. Your potential is unlimited; You are not your body, You are infinite energy, That infects whatever you do, who ever you encounter, whatever thought crosses your mind, You can choose what type of energy you are. Are you love? hope? encouragement? Wouldn't it be uplifting to infect everyone and everything around you with this energy. Wouldn't it be difficult to find darkness to hide in in a light filled room? The moment you believe your energy is out of your control, is the moment you sacrifice reaching your ultimate potential.
Just a little reminder that you can achieve anything you want to in life, it starts within :)
One. Death Spending a lifetime before the big reveal. Though constantly decaying we still cannot (skin) peel. Held captive in our own flesh tomb we wait for a sign saying 'Mortuary Room'
Two. Birth You've served your time, you're free to go. Oh yeah it's your (death) day, that's just so you know. But didn't I die or was that just a lie? Next you'll tell me I'm conscious and that I can fly.
Three. Life You're free. Go fly!
Poetry by Kaydee
Death is the beginning. Flesh is a tomb. Now spread your wings and fly!
Like a sinful seduction, I slip off the edge of sleep, my eyes are drawn to the darkest shadows of my room... kinetically searching... I seem to penetrate them, my mind breathes life into them, they begin to stir and morph into the preludes to my peculiar dreams, bizarre at first until inevitably familiar, as if I had lived them indefinite times in the past... and infinite times in the future... remembering... becoming... unfiltered and unaffected... my subconscious is my truth, awakened by my dreams. I long to remain lost in this ethereal bliss.
I've read the letter but I'm not really impressed the words used aren't from the heart expressed. It's very likely an attempt to say what you think rather than what you feel which makes it stink. You haven't seduced me by what you've just said and I will never come around to lay in your bed. I'll remain at a distance to wonder at the thought how anyone could ever with you now be caught. You must say what you feel, mean what you say time passes quickly and moves into another day. When that love in our hearts has fully awakened only then will we know that both of us are taken. We could easily try to find some other reason but the flower of love blossoms in due season. __________
Who are we without it, verses, who can we become with it... Hope is not a feeling or emotion but the desire to believe good things will happen. A believer knows that their HOPE is solid; concrete evidence that is grounded in the knowledge of facts that cannot lie. Many people think that hoping for a good day or hoping for a loved one to survive but there is no guarantee it will happen. That's is called "wishful thinking" and it is undependable, also it has no power to bring anything passed it. In my case, I didn't always have it and at one point... I was absolutely defeated by dismay. My 7th-grade year started off great but towards the end, I had classmates bullying me. They belittled me in numerous ways by taunting me with my mistakes and purposely making my life a living hell. I was threatened to be "ganged'' and ambushed on a daily basis, to the point of administrative leave was forced for my safety and well-being but it didn't stop there... My classmates cyber-bullied me to believe this world was a better place without me. Honestly, I had literally no idea from the start it would end up being this bad. I often cried until I tried to end my very existence on multiple occasions. Because I had no Hope and often couldn't cope with what was happening to me. Until one day, my mother sat me down, talked to me about her story and how her life was similar to mine. I realized I was entertaining my enemies by allowing them to torment my emotions in dangerous ways by practicing destructive habits and I learned to turn their undermining comments into fuel... My own mother placed a seed of hope in my mind and it bloomed like a Cherry Blossom Tree. I have hoped for the light and the end of the tunnel but now I have restored my sight to my blinded eyes and the desire to live a full happy life Mentally and spiritually. Hope is a sure anchor of the soul and is far superior to that of my world. Today I am stronger and happier than ever. I have suffered but learned so much, that with Hope, I will always have this feeling of relief. I am grateful that I found HOPE. Because if not I probably won't be writing this. My story would have faded in the years to come.