Tag: shame

these dying times

we cling on to the old hurt stories because to let them go would mean the death of those same stories… and we fear death, in general. or, we fear the unknown….


lost

i could have lost myself in you willingly but life doesn’t obey lines and schedules nevermind all our whims and wants paths diverge and wander as our highest asking is always guiding silently plotting to maintain beneficence to the many; not disregarding the one, floundering frustrated bitterly alone but orchestrating in transcendent tones the instrumentation…


conflict

we really are in a phase of etheric housecleaning. the collective is moving onward and upward, but the baggage and dense weight of what-has-been is keeping much of the vessel of humanity submerged. the side-effect of this darker perspective is that many choose to paint the what-is-now in the same tones and shades. this puts…


cloak and dagger

it’s interesting the energies that can emerge when we’re in the company of others, especially our would-be catalysts; the masks that suddenly show up, the scripts that suddenly start running, the triggers that unravel, and the cognitive dissonance that can disrupt a basic conversation. afterwards, we might not even recognize that alien entity that just…


what’s perceived

recognize the world surrounding as the reflection of what’s going on inside it isn’t to guilt or shame it isn’t a punishment it’s just a reflection it’s a good thing the easiest most honest way we afford ourselves of learning what we believe to be true about us