When's the last time you did something for the first time?

Right now I'm listening to three things... well four things: this beautiful mantra to call in the forgotten magic thats rests in fridays, I'm listening to soft harps for self love and I'm also listening to the rain outside as well as the sound of the keys on my keyboard click up and down, while I sit here in the space that I'm currently curating that'll keep me going for the rest of the morning. I wonder what you're doing right now besides reading my gorgeous and insightful blog. Are you taking time for yourself or are you giving all of it to an undeserving person, who would be better off without your nurturing and healing energy. I had to come to the realization last night, that even though I'm a wonderful person, my wonderlike abilities aren't meant to be experienced by dull and unfilling people, who only look to take rather than to give. Today's energy and 3wordspoet on twitter prompt for today led my to a certain someone. Someone I was

Matching their energy is outdated and above all draining. Trying to be like someone else eventually separates a person from themselves, and how sickening it must be and or feel to see yourself getting away, but not having the intelligence to bring your spirit back to its rightful owner. Getting someone back actually lowers your energy, and in return uplifts their ego. Healing one's self worth, begins to take root once the person desiring healing see's themselves as someone who's worth being noticed, once they've fully dettached. I'll admit sometimes I go crazy, and other times I tend to find myself submitting to an interest in human form, when I'm bored, and have nothing going on in my personal life. It wasn't until recently, that I realized that a bored person is also a pathethic person, and being pathetic easily puts you in dangerous situations. Vicious cycles are only dramatically repeated when one has no interesting things going for themselves

Hey. I need a better intro. Back when I first started writing these blogs I come with a spotlight. I offered you time to grab a few snacks before indulging my blogs, but now it seems like my words are spat out before a proper introduction is ever shown. I'm sorry. Sometimes my greeting are clear but lately they've been unfocused. Lately I've been speaking low of myself, and it wasn't until fifteen minutes ago, that I witnessed how what I want can actually come to pass. I didn't demand change, I just let it flow from my mouth like ebb and flow. I did what's in our nature. I just simply called in what I desired and I let it take root. It's a bit early, but I predict that today will be the day I do a lot more than I did yesterday. I'll finish reading one of my books, and I'll get back to writing and editing my own book(s). I'll finally use the words that I've been stockpiling in my notes app. Affirmations have been easier to say, bec

I talk too much, and talking too much has never served me in the ways that it should've. Its always the same people softening their voices to subdue me into telling them all of my secrets. Its them setting up obvious cameras to spy into as well as pry into my darkest moments. I hate it, and its never enough for them. One camera turns into fifty, and one kiss and tell becomes the whole neighborhood acting funny. First my accounment was an electric rush, and now its just basic. Its boring. its unfamiliar and worst of all spooky. The wirst people can never let me go, and till this day it haunts me. I can never run far enough to get away from their threats and dumbfounded glances. I crave a new life with a brand new identity, and I know it'll come after I close my mouth more often. Some nights I just want to take a red eye and never come back, but then again before I really knew how everything would pan out I chose this life. I chose everything I have now, and everything I

I was there and then I wasn't. They made me feel fascinating but then they took me off their self-proclaimed pedestal. The ball was definitely in my court, until I let it fall back into theirs. I wanted to use my mysterious aura for good but they wanted to downplay what I had to offer. I made them a god without even knowing it. I was too avalible and they sensed that.This person acted like they were different from the rest but of course this delusional person was and still is the same. They made me feel desperate. My good nature seems to always get me in a bind, so what were to happen if I were to disappear from those who wish to dismantle the good in me? Who would I become if their energy was no longer engulfed in mines? Would I become a superstar of a mega one? This person was foolish, and most of all he wanted me to treat him like a queen would treat her king. He left out the part that I was the magical one too. I was the one who wanted to be saved and how could

What if I told you that you're not the victim, but the enabler. We're sitting in unkind places looking for just ourselves, and in that lonely but blank state, there's someone in the dark staring at us. It's always the same energy but with a different face. I'm terrible when it comes to retreating, and I know that. But today, right now, I think I'm beginning to see the issue. Today's day one of redirecting what keeps killing me. The person I chose to break my heart this time was slightly crueler than the one before. I spoke up too fast, and I chased them in such a tiny space. I made them want to hurt me, and now they're acting like they want something more now that I'm bruised, and once again totally checked out. This person once again reminds me of my first bully, and somewhere inside of myself people that embody my first bully makes me feel safe, but the rest of me hates that I always feel the exact some way -comfortable with continous chaos.

I have to let the abusers go, the unhealed people go. I have to know that it was never me and always them . See the thing is, I'm a butterfly, and its hard to flatter such creatures who were always meant to be beautiful. Its hard to rebirth extraordinary. A person can never re-polish greatness if they've never known it -if they've never experienced it first hand. Yesterday was a game, and today is a new reality. I bypassed the normies, and gained the confidence to no longer entertain such alignments with the nasty agenda to make me question myself as well the spotlight that was given to me at birth. Nothing can compare when you finally flip the switch and realize the people you're dealing with and or forcing yourself to deal with are jealous of you, and the power you carry. I wish to shine alone. I've noticed how closely people unlike myself (but wish to gain access like me) tend to me. They expect me to be the beacon for the both of us. They expect m

Everything was tried and true. I was slipping away and I didn't even notice it. I was feeling dead. I was feeling like a dead girl walking, and still I wanted to feel more dead. I wasn't satisfied, when I should've been thankful, but then again who would I have to thank if I was withering away, while still being so young, and above all free spirited. I was suffering and I didn't even care. But it wasn't until this morning, I realized I needed to talk to someone, in order to bring back my potential -to bring back my blossom. So, I went back to my old friends, the ones who somehow still are capable to make me feel human in an ultrahuman reality. I did what my future therapist would want me to do. I let others in. So, will you stay here with me and hear me out, because isolation is a subtle way to a rather fatal ending, and the world needs creators such as myself as well as you reading this right now. What brings you back when you feel gone, or are you sti