Is this life a dream ?

After being prompted to focus on the word ‘dream’ today, I automatically thought of a video I watched not long ago called “Is this life a dream ? ” In this video Alan Watts explains inception and lucid dreaming in his lecture : Out of your mind. It is absolutely one of my favorite. … it always inspires me and gets me thinking ….. can you imagine if we all went out there into the world and made all our wildest dreams come true …. lived them….. climbed that mountain, jumped out of that fucking airplane. …… traveled to the other side of the world and put your hands and feet in that foreign soil….. ran to the person you love,  who is unaware you love them….and have the courage to tell them….sit with the gurus of India…..really left your footprint…. your soul print on this world….so every being will know you were here….. that’s what we all want, right ?  …. proof that we lived….really lived….proof that you were here….. I think that’s what we’re afraid of…. to be forgotten. …if we’re not remembered , did we even exist?  ….so the question is, do you exist. … is this life one big lucid dream….. possibly. .. and in that case, what the hell is stopping you …..create those dreams. ….what are you waiting for…. this is your dream.

When we’re children. ..we play…we imagine…..nothing is impossible to us…. THAT child is still inside you…wondering what the hell you are doing…. asleep… cause it is uninterested in the mundane….wake that child up….and take it on an adventure  ! Children get it… they see the Magick in life….the mysteries  that are waiting to be discovered. …

That quote that says ‘ Sometimes you just need to sit down and talk with a two year old to put things into perspective ‘ …..I believe  that is absolutely correct  ! …the child hasn’t forgotten you…. you’ve forgotten the child.

Alan Watts in his lecture says….

” Like children who dare each other on things, how far out could you get ? What could you take ? What dimension of being lost of abandonment of your power…what dimension of that could you stand ? You could ask yourself this because you know you would eventually wake up, then you would get more and more adventurous.  Finally you would dream where you are now, you would dream the dream of living the life that you are actually living today, that would be within the infinite multiplicity of choices you would have, so this idea then, everybody is fundamentally the ultimate reality,  not God in a politically kingly sense but God in the sense of being the self, that deep down basic , whatever there is….and you’re all that, only you’re pretending you’re not. ”

Inception: The time at which something begins.

Begin…… it’s your dream

You, yourself, are the eternal energy which appears as this Universe. You didn’t come into this world; you came out of it. Like a wave from the ocean.

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What are we but a blink of a moment in time

This week’s Discover Challenge, inspired by Ann Cavitt Fisher’s “The Train,” asks you to focus on a chance encounter. via Chance Encounter — The Daily Post ” What are we but a blink of a mome…

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What are we but a blink of a moment in time

This week’s Discover Challenge, inspired by Ann Cavitt Fisher’s “The Train,” asks you to focus on a chance encounter.

via Chance Encounter — The Daily Post

” What are we but a blink of a moment in time…How lucky we are to be here… How lucky we are to have met.  ” ~ Him ♡

This article touched on a string in my heart.  Are there such things as “chance encounters”,   or are they accumulations of frequencies,  vibrations , being matched …. serendipitous moments possibly …. that only the ones who stop to pay attention are lucky enough to notice … a chance encounter. .. what an auspicious occasion to come across  HIM …. with all the people we come in contact with everyday….and simply don’t pay no mind to… Out of the vastness of the universe,  him and I  noticed eachother… as if we were standing still and everyone around us still moving about vigorously. … we noticed eachother… like a candle in the dark… there he was … standing out…taking my sight … all I could see was him.

Since meeting him, I find myself smiling for no reason …. feeling giddy inside… and daydreaming of him. I can honestly say. .. that as old as I am…. and everything I’ve been through…. all the people I’ve met… all the people I’ve been with or wanted to be with…. I have  n e v e r  experienced anything like this…. this… is the rabbit hole I’ve longed to find… to fall down and discover the beauty that lies beneath. … I am falling…. my stomach , the feeling of falling…. sick with butterflies … my breath taken from me… I literally cover my mouth and laugh to myself and then think, what the hell is happening to me ….

He is so incredibly beautiful. .. not just the outside. .. which of course, he’s absolutely breathtaking. .. but even more so, what I am finding on the inside of him…. an almost matching child like curiosity as me… a knowing I can’t explain but greatly intriguing. .. a other worldliness about him that pulls at my spirit and attracts like a moth to a flame….  also a bit of darkness… sadness… that I just want to gently take into my  hands … study this molecule of his heart…. hold it in my hands …transmute into the most beautiful, bright molecule that has transpired since our meeting …plant in my garden… nuture.. water with my love ….and show him the incredible magickal beauty that is him…. don’t misunderstand me… I’m not talking about trying to fix him…. he’s not broken…. I want to show him the beautiful light that he is, that illuminates this heart of mine… like a mirror. … I want to reflect back to him the love that he is…

He has awakened something inside of me I can’t quite explain. … it has taken over me… it has changed me…  these emotions have engulfed me…. it has lit a fire within me to pursue this beauty in front of me …  that I have to go after…. I can not let him pass me by … everything inside me is screaming to pay attention to what has been brought to me … or that I have been blessed to have cross my path in this life ….  I ache to see his face in person… to touch his skin… to look him in the eye and smile… to hear his laugh….

A chance encounter …. serendipity

Or something so much bigger than that ? My spirit gives me the feeling that I’m on to something and I can not ignore it …. and I don’t want to…

“Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together?
Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”
Emery Allen


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The Killing Seed… an open letter to a predator

You preyed  on my beautiful innocence.  So pure… I was different from the rest… you singled me out… made me trust you. Exposed me to things I couldn’t possibly understand. … so confused… you layed your hands upon me… right there, you should’ve known “WHO” you were touching…..but you didnt… how could you ?  You’re slime…. the lowest vibrational creature to crawl this earth. …You were touching a God-dammed angel …. a healer… a seer… a mystic … a shamaness … a Priestess . 

I was put here for a reason.

The killing seed you planted has destroyed everything it’s come in contact with. … everything I thought I could’ve been… my mission ? … my purpose ? … you detoured me from my light and brought me to your darkness. Once you disrupted my soil and planted your killing seed, you stole my ability to see…. but opened my eyes to perversion,  lust, filth. I didn’t understand. .. I was lost and scared…. you made me feel things I didn’t understand. ..embarrassment,  shame,  filthiness . You cast your shadow onto my light… the shadow has never left me… attached to me… dragged around all these years.. it’s become heavy… it’s roots have wrapped around me, and at times made me unable to move … they’ve rotted me from the inside… unable to get to the light.

Just a child without a voice.  Too scared to say stop…. the killing seed you’ve planted…. for years it grew inside me…. like a venomous vine… intertwining itself to my mind…. breeding and blooming it’s carnivorous flowers…. devouring my innocence. .. and making me hunger for filth…desire…darkness… a thirst… a thirst for greed, lust, acceptance,  validation. .. a thirst for a place in the darkness… my thirst… insatiable.  Feeling lost in a world I once felt safe…. unable to trust anyone… drifting…dead inside…moving from situation to the next like a ghost…. your darkness manipulated my mind…. you took away any chance I had at feeling what is was to be loved…. to love …. just an empty vessel…. filled with demons. I blame you for inviting them in…. it was you who pierced holes in my soul and let them in… but one thing you never realized you dumb son of a bitch …. is , I’ve gained strength from these demons… I’ve walked the depths of hell with them by my side… teaching me my strength. …embracing my shadows….. ooh the enlightenment they’ve shown me…. The darkness…

I have taken my power back that I thought was stolen from me….all these years I’ve been mistaken, that such an imbecile would be able to hold such power… my power. I stand here today…in all my strength and inner power….and have come to realize. … one day, we will meet again…whether on this plane or the next. … and you will cower before me… you weak fucking insect. You see… this killing seed you’ve planted , has become the very thing that will swallow you whole.