True warriors...never feel like warriors

A Shaman isn't a lightworker. A Shaman works in the Shadows--in the darkness--silently traveling between worlds while everyone sleeps.  He doesn't do what he does for accolades, yet he is not a martyr.  He takes pain and darkness into himself so he can transmute it.

The true shaman experiences the most soul-crippling darkness because he will learn to heal himself, and therefore heal all others and Earth.

(Don't forget... the extent to which you experience the darkness is the extent to which you will also experience the light.  xo)

Love Language

I've always had an innate knowledge that sex was the vehicle to transcendence, the key to our souls' true expression of our deepest beingness through divine love.

I had always kept a reservoir of this intense, consuming energy untapped. Afraid, even myself, of its immensity and power. Not sure if I could set my soul ablaze in all its glory in this realm, and be who I truly am.

I remember. I know I was supposed to forget, as per the agreement for my coming here, but like the rebel I am, I must have crossed my divine little fingers behind my back. 

I remember something I have not yet found on this planet. I got a little taste of it every time my body would shiver in ecstasy, so I wanted to taste it again and again, trying so hard to find it...to finally open the door back to home.

I will no longer waste my time holding back for those who would not appreciate my gift. I do want so much to share my gift, but I really want to feel my true existence, open up completely and push the boundaries of this realm...peek into other dimensions.

I'm tired of "missing" something that has been within all along, and I'm ready to find mirrors, instead of searching for my shadow. I am love, and I am OF LOVE. So are we all.

May we fall completely and totally in love with ourselves  and find God in our lovemaking.

The Purifier (Hopi Prophecy)

The Purifier (Hopi Prophecy)

Ghosts walking the city streets

with heavy feet

The jaguar speaks secrets to the sheep

of a red eye

watching over from the sky…

Awaken, sleepers

Spirit fire keepers

Encrypted in our blood the messages of ancients

Remember the old ways

We are warriors

Walking between worlds with strange beasts

Reunited with our star sisters,

Together we build a new world

Immaculate Earth.

The Earthbound Starseed's Lament

Weary wanderers, fallen seeds

So far from where you've been.
You've traveled down and lost yourselves
among the grains of sand.
You've hidden in the shadows
Even cowered from the light.
When will you awaken
to your divine birthright?
Beings of the waters living,
do you not see your own
reflections in one another
and ripple from pebbles thrown?
Remember who you really are...
You're loved, so BE HERE NOW.
It's almost time for the curtain call,
prepare to take your bow.

Angel

A while ago, a friend gave me a copy of the complete Conversations with God (trilogy) by Neale Donald Walsch.  In it, there was an old bookmark with an angel on it.  The angel was my exact likeness.  She has my features and some of my mom's features... the eye shape and everything.  Here is an excerpt from the bookmarked page (p.31)...

My purpose in creating you, My spiritual offspring, was for Me to know Myself as God.  I have no way to do that *save through you*.  Thus, it can be said (and has been many times) that My purpose for you is that *you* should know yourself as *Me*

Astral Lover or Lucid Dream?

Edit 10/14/22: 

Content warning - 

If you choose to read on, this post details an experience of a sexual interaction with a spirit. I do not condone this and realize at this point, that as loving and beautiful as it seemed at the time and as "special" as it made me feel, ultimately this experience was demonic. I fully regret this experience and I advise against engaging in this. 

Earlier today I took a 30 minute nap before getting ready to go out.  I had my alarm set so I wouldn't oversleep, and during the 9 minutes the snooze button gives me between it's annoying buzzing, I had a rather strange experience. I was in that half-asleep state of consciousness and aware of my physical body lying in my bed. Slightly startled at first, I realized that it felt like I was being held by someone and I couldn't move my body.  Very quickly, that tension dissipated because I felt it was a loving embrace and I sank into it.  I still had my eyes mostly closed and didn't want to open them fully yet because I was afraid that I would lose the sensations in that state of consciousness.

I let the feeling happen.  It was a familiar presence.  I felt the energy of this being on top of me...gently touching my skin... holding my face and kissing my neck.  I tilted my head back and felt slow, passionate kisses from my neck to my lips. His body contoured to mine perfectly and we moved like waves.  I asked him (not verbally) to make love to me.  I felt our ethereal bodies going through the motions of making love, but my physical body was not moving.  It's hard to explain this sensation, but when I felt him enter me, the feeling was coming from WITHIN ME.  It wasn't like physical sex at all... it was like merging with pure love.  This didn't last long, however.  As soon as we started, a female voice began speaking monotonously like reading instructions over an intercom and all I remember hearing were the words "eternal damnation".  I think I asked him what she was saying, but he stopped and I felt sad.  I think it's something he is not supposed to do when interacting with the physical realm, so maybe it was a warning. He left soon after and when he did, I opened my eyes. 

I'm not sure what to make of this, but it felt real.  It wasn't until after I had been out and about for an hour or so that I started to doubt it was an astral experience and that it maybe was just a dream.  I've never really felt anything like it.  I have been opening back up to connecting with my guides again lately, and I imagine that this familiar spirit might be the same one who always seems to come up in my visions.