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Never allow someone else’s idea of who you are to impede your growth,

Sway uninhibited to the rhythm of your heart and rise,

Even wild flowers on the Badlands let their true colors shine,

The most unique version of your self is wild and free.

 

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Do you believe in a soul walking into someone who is still alive?  Can the two soul’s cohabitate in one body?

These are very complex questions. Let’s unravel the Dreamwalker Scroll pertinent to these questions to answer them with more depth.

It is extremely important to be physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually balanced.

When your heart chakra is fully open, you are open to the emotional energy of many other sources. This may cause you to receive too much feeling energy even if balanced.  There is a possibility that if you are too open, you may absorb negative auras or lower energies into your own because the light you emit copies that of heaven’s gate so to speak.  Energy absorption can be either involuntarily or voluntarily.  Those who unknowingly absorb spirit or soul energies are called Ghost Keepers or Soul Keepers.  Tell these energies to leave your body at once.  (This goes for anything else that may be draining your body of energy or messing with your mental or emotional well-being.)  Remember, you are in charge of your own body, mind and spirit.  Then help send these wayward energies heavenward, with much love and blessings.  Be prepared to feel some grief as these energies may have shared your body for a while. (more…)

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Some of the best things that happen,
are the ones you never thought could.

                          Rob "Shoe" Glenesk

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I have submerged myself into something unknown.  The path, still curvy feels pressurized.  It is turbulent at times and if I move against the flow, tire more easily. But, I know that is necessary to go against the norm.  My instincts drive me to do this.

Determination to reach my destination has caused me to focus on inner power.  This instinctual power causes adrenaline to surge through my body and I leap into the light only to splash down slightly further ahead.  The journey is almost complete. I can feel it.  I have worked hard.  Soon I can rest but not right now.  My body is aching.  I am hungry.  I have used up nearly all of my reserves just to get this far.  Surely, I will die completing this labor of love.  I must eat.  That is when I spot it, a tidbit to feed my starving soul.  I snatch it up barely missing a hook.  Next time I will be more careful, not everything edible along this path is safe.

I hope the morsel will be enough to propel me to where I need to be.  A knowing fills me and I dive deep into dark shadowy depths.  My lungs feel like they will explode as a vise-like grip grabs hold of my body and forces a vaporized bubble from my lips then I hit bottom. (more…)

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The North American Buffalo (Bison) Calf;

Otherwise known as a Bobblehead…

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Imagine the power it must take for a seed to burst from its shell.

All around us seedlings are growing from the warmth and strength provided by Mother Earth.

Imagine if you too had that type of power.  How would you use it?

Now, remember this; you do have that type of power – use it with gratitude and a loving heart.

The Earth sustains us all.

Happy Earth Day!

April 22, 2021

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Coming Soon…


Coming soon,

April showers 

bringing

May flowers

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“I am a weaver; a weaver of words.

Writers are weavers of words.

I am a writer. 

Oh, what tales we Weaver’s weave when our well scripted words are spun together into a magical yarn.

I am a writer; a weaver of magical yarns. 

I am a Weaver; a weaver of magical yarn.

I am a Weaver.”

 

 

I have always been a fan of folklore, myths and parables.  Recently, I came across the story of a Wise old Weaver woman hidden in a cave. Every culture has mystical tales that tell of Weaver’s hidden in places unknown or away from civilization.  Their only company a big black dog. They weave beautiful capes, robes or blankets with ethereal cords from the cosmos which are never completed because chaos (the dog) intervenes to unravel their work, at which point the Weaver’s begin again.  The myth is that if the Weaver ever completes their work, the world will end.  These Weaver’s have been creating this article of beauty since the beginning of time.

During the winter months, I began to weave.  It all started because of boredom.  I am an active person.  I don’t deal well with boredom.  Boredom led me toward the need to purge.  It’s astounding the amount of items that one accumulates and then holds on to for no real reason.  The time had come for me to remove needless items from my home – make more space – let’s say; in those dark, shadowy closeted spaces one like me hesitates to venture into.

I read a piece of prose by Andrew The Lonely Author at www.thelonelyauthorblog.com ; it started with, “love hung in her closet,” what an enchanting thought!

I am a little terrified of what might be hanging in my closets – cobwebs and skeletons.  But, there is proper timing for everything and the time for purging was now. (more…)

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When I’m in my happy place but, your misery wants my company;

Read my lips:

“Do you really want to go there?”

#save the rhino’s

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The animals are confused.  They have noticed we human beings are suffering.  They have gathered about me to convey their concern.

“What can be done?” I ask.  “I have been through the dark tunnel of despair. I am loathe to go there again.  The air inside the void is stagnant yet fraught with turbulence and electricity.  It smells sour.  The land is picked clean.  It has become barren, a desert. The people are starving.  They are dirty because there is no water left for them to wash and they have abandoned the search.  They are so entrenched in their own inner pain, they cannot see beyond the horizon.  I do not want to enter there again!  If I survive the dream walk, I will emerge weak and vulnerable myself.”

I hear Hummingbird laugh.  He is laughing at me!  I am angered by this and my belly begins to boil.  Annoyed, I reply to Hummingbirds laughter.

“I was ordered not to re-enter the dark realm.”  But even as I utter the words, I realize my ego was the voice which did the ordering.  I take a deep breath and calmly exhale.  Smiling now, I thank Hummingbird.  He is very wise.  Humbly, I admit I have been allowing my ego to rule my destiny.  My instinct now is to return to the awareness of my heart.  My heart is the safest place to be. (more…)

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