Crystal clear

Image source: Google  Arbres Macabre Dans mes bras Ça n’a pas de sens, Comme ton 6eme sens. Arc Palabre Cadabra  Tout est illusion: Une punition face à ta mission. Cadr’alibaba. Et quand, Tu reviendras du pèlerinage, baba, Inscris dans une pierre  Qu’on aura rien laissé derrière. Ni rires, ni soupirs. Ni farce, ni masques. Abracadabra. Et quand, Je repartirais de ce pèlerinage ici bas, Je me souviendrai, De la magie et de l’alchimie; Du déchirement et de l’entendement; Des faits accomplis et Du fait d’être affranchie. Et du fait d’être affranchie. Image source: Google 

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Image source: Google  This feeling really feels weird to me. It is weird that I am letting myself go through it, fully. Thankfully and almost with no surprise, who I am as I come out of it does justice to the worthiness of such practice. What a reward! Talking about this kind of transformation (or any other kind for that matter), with no background story is as impossible as it would be an act of cowardice. So here is a little background about how I had been validating my ego’s tricks, at my expense, thinking I was empowering myself. Youth really made me believe that impulsiveness was a quality. I believe spontaneity is and I believe I confused the two, for the longest time.   Anyway so, youth made me believe what I needed to believe in order to respond to my ego’s order. Peace being our natural, innate way of living as well as our birthright, the ego will always be threatened by it. You know, just like how some people in your entourage get threatened ...

Image source: Google ( I do not own the rights to this photo.) Je sens notre peine Jusque dans mes veines. Comme si un morceau de verre Me déchirai la peau... De mes nerfs crâniens aux nerfs plantaires. Puis, Brusquement, Mon corps tombe des deux parts, Sang bouillant de toute part Même l'air a du mal à absorber cette fureur, Elle que sens à jamais germer... Précisément, Derrière les oreilles. Toujours et encore, Derrière nos oreilles. Un morceau de verre s'est brusquement placé Entre nos artères, nos galères, nos flaires et nos plaies ; Puis, A travers lui, Nous nous sommes regardées. Et, comme il était écrit Et le sera à jamais, Nous nous sommes enfin vues.

I know. I know you've wanted it too, I know. I know you would have loved it, cherished it, adored it, I know, baby, I know. I know you've dreamed about it, repeatedly, you've waited for it, on sad New years eves, on rehearsed birthday celebrations, on hot, supposedly festive days ending the month of July... You have wanted it; you have felt it; you have searched for it; you have resented it. It never showed up, you hate it for that. You never had it, I know that's why you hate it. But now it's time for you to learn how to give it, freely. Abundantly. I know. It was never given to you, but YOU must gift it away, for the survival of familiar souls, you might even be right on time to rejuvenate your own. "Letting go" lost its meaning in the reasons you gave yourself to validate separation. Today, you'll throw a party, to eternalize the holy day when you gave way to a new definition, a new direction, a new way of breathing, of dreaming, of forgivin...

I hope you RECEIVE solace in tenderness. I pray you RECEIVE peace in unconditional love. May you RECEIVE serenity and stability with open arms. May you RECEIVE a kiss when the moon hides behind clouds. May you RECEIVE the assistance of forgiveness when you cry. May you RECEIVE strength and friendship at your party. May you RECEIVE enough affection to nourish every cell in your body. May you RECEIVE freedom as a gift from creativity. May you RECEIVE authenticity as your loyal companion. Dear child, may your heart chakra never close up. May you RECEIVE redemption, healing and a sense of belonging, When you feel feminine energy pulling you closer, Closer, Closer to home.

I once got into an argument with one of my friends because I was trying to make her a personalized gift for Christmas and she was doing everything in her power to ruin it. Never have I been so frustrated about something I was equally confused about. Imagine how puzzled I got when my friend ended up being frustrated too, after I told her what I had been trying to do (which she had figured out anyway).   This incident happened a few months after I had been introduced to “the 5 love languages” for the first time. This incident was my first practical example of love languages after my awareness of them and I sure did learn a valuable lesson: if you say you love and truly care about someone, learn about their love languages. In 1992, Dr Gary Chapman wrote his first book of “ The Five Love languages ” series. There are basically 5 love languages or 5 major ways in which we tend to give and prefer to receive love. Here is a brief exploration of all the 5 languages, in case you ar...