I don't why i punish myself is it even punishment ? am i being dramatic ? is there parts of my past i don’t truly forgive myself for ? i feel ****** up i have ****** up but to think my life is not amongst the worst makes me even more depleted ..depleted, depleted why should i be defeated ? please help me ascend i’m just a wounded soul, one of many and i cant go round again
notes from a wounded soul, one of many i hope this relates to you
I wish I were as powerful and beautiful and mysterious as a storm. I want to be the biting sting and soothing saturation in every drop of rain. I want to exist as the current of electromagnetism that surges and scintillates through every bolt of lightning. I want to be as elusive and unpredictable as the unsettled wind. I want there to be no doubt I AM here, no doubt I WAS here, and absolute uncertainty of my return.
As John put it The incarnated word, Saint Mary was entitled To feed Her ******* And Hold, but whom Juda the culprit For 30 birr sold Is almighty God.(John 1:1John 1:12.John 8:58)
Here it should pop up To your attention "God is with you!" Saint Gabriel's to The Immaculate felicitation.
So God, Christ is a presiding judge An inch do not budge Hearing shallow teachings Quite strange Christ killers-turned -Christ-peddlers on many A religious forum stage. As Canaan, awaits Them a curse For trying to belittle Christ Intent to line up their purse.
On the cross It was the incarnated word That allowed the repentant Shieftan on his right The first greenlight To heaven of course.
Witnessing His sons' Polar opposite deeds Noah better felt The visitation of God In Shem's tent.(Genesis 9:18-27)
Hence God's incarnation That still reflect Are entitled Membership to the tent, Which personifies Saint Mary The immaculate.
Thus, as the Chosen generation True to Saint Mary's prophesy Let us echo "The Graceful And the immaculate!" Evading Satan's Yet another bait.
For one who reads the unabridged bible from A to Z Jesus is the presiding judge not a semi God
A day came to light.... Sun smiled.... Very bright..... Showing his happiness... Clouds applauded.... Started the decorations..... Everyone got on with.... The preparations.... A beautiful phenomena was.... About to occur.... Heavens laughed.... And danced with all.... Of their might..... They knew.... Someone special.... Is about to come..... Which will make everyone..... Freeze and stunned.... The rainbow..... Guided the way..... Plants and trees...... Were all happy and hay..... The moon was.... Seeing it all.... From the windows.... Behind the curtains..... Then.... At last.... The moment came.... A thing of beauty...... Came down....... Everyone was amazed.... All around.... It was a beautiful.... And lovely situation...... I guess... An angelic..... Incarnation....
Ppl becoming things (so that) things become of people; Ppl becoming parts (so that) parts come tgt to become people—? Is that not what all there is to life... An act (of) parts masquerading as wholes as hosts mastering over themselves as us at the center of this all is the substance of reverie
Ecstasy mire in its own sorrow, As if a ghost makes love to its shade. The wooden door merely holds the knock; Instead it punches out within the walls, Dispersed as if a blow of clay. There the sound hauls up a craft: Foul of the wooden scent. Just as it intertwines with cloisters, The curves are lined into a silhouette. The mountainous fogs are sharpened, The apex is buttoned and round. The matter it is that shapes the core: The mere marriage of soul and dust. How a flesh can tease its craft, As it gnaws on a clavicle(?) The ghost sips on a river, As if making love to its shade.