I actually READ you folks posts before I hit like and I don’t hit like if I didn’t like it or it wasn’t my thing.
No one is obligated to like my posts. I know most don’t understand what I’m talking about. BUT…you could seek out and read my 3000 posts on the oracle and study more. Understanding synchronicity could save your life.
I ask that you not like my posts if you haven’t read them. Authenticity. Tell the truth please 🙏 . It’s all about individual empowerment so we can each contribute to the diverse COLLECTIVE without expectations. Be secure in yourself without needing the approval of others.
I absolutely appreciate Melissa and Yolanda’s daily attention to my multiple daily posts. Big thanks. I have a total of 2500 posts on here now.
However, the last 5 days my views have really dropped. Even with multiple posts. I have no incentive to keep giving time and effort to this important subject matter if people ignore it, for whatever reason.
I’m off to do more writing and tagging. ✍️ Good luck finding what you’re looking for.
Lisa T. Red 13 Cosmic Skywalker. An Initiating tribe. 🧐🥳💯💪✌️
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This is a shared post by a fellow blogger. I didn’t write it.
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Does the life inside my head, when I’m not writing, count as my Life?
Or do I have to go outside and be around people to observe and participate in that stuff in between writing for that to count as my Life?
Or does the time I’m just being empty-headed, doing and thinking nothing and not writing count as my Life?
I think it all counts. Thoughtforms tend to be phantasms but they’re really not ya know. The preponderance is on the action in our society but it’s not that way for writers. Thought forms are picked up by the mind and manifested into the cells of the body.
When the sky is gray, like today, or it’s snowing, all of nature brings a variation that causes lip licking and nose blowing with a temperamental euphoria that distinctly tastes like the air. I love the smell of the crisp air in Michigan winter. This is my life in between writing.
I just want to drink my Earl Grey tea and sit in my chair writing my latest musing. When my mind is swirling, my body won’t.
For now, watching the rhythmic drips from my roof out my window will do.
I roll around in my warm bed by myself like a dulcet silken bag of potential poetry spoken into an imaginary lovers ear. Or I could sing to him. I haven’t had that opportunity yet.
I’m happy…really. It’s abundant, nurturing, warm, and close to the earth.
I find the peacefulness of being by myself in a relationship with myself to be magical. I can surf the waves of words that sit below my navel and bring them up into my stomach to digest with my breakfast, then into my heart where my son, cute animals and gentle firemen reside and express it through the voice in my fingers.
Put me on a secure raft in some warm tropical waters and that’s where I am.
Sure, I have to cook, chew my food, do the dishes and take out the trash, but that is atmospheric seasoning to where my percipience is really focused.
My perception is in my body which is still feeling the dream I had last night like a crab secure in its loose-fitting, restful shell.
Only the inspiration of a local tree could suggest I stand up and walk out the door made from it’s relation. The trees get used and splintered for our delight with the fantasy of solid things. My world is really liquid, empty space full of potential.