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so full … soul full

ever been so full that words cannot express with accuracy what you feel?
words feel inadequate … insufficient.
expression comes through expressing. my expression usually comes in an abundance of tears.

tears tell stories words cannot. tears flow, coming from the soul, the crown, the heart. tears that defy identification, let alone categorization or labeling as mere pain or hurt. there exists a bit of both, but it feels like more. like a release … a release of things that hinder, intrude, block. with no conscious thought, tears flow. just a continuous filling and releasing. these soulful waters communicate deeper than words ever could. in them are illustrations, images.

there are few times this need to release so deeply occurs. only happening in the midst of certain energies, frequencies and most often, usually upon hearing others verbally express themselves, sharing the same thread of similar experiences. my being, my essence is overwhelmed. hence, comes my release.

today i heard experiences. today i could not speak. today eyes cried for hours during, after and it felt soul good. today, release was real as alignment once again occurred and downloads stream continuously.

on this full moon, i release and i am soul full.

it is time

with forked tongues they speak. with incantations they weave. with testing they manipulate. so many times, in so many ways.

take time to listen fully. fully listen. see and feel what is being said.

how many devices do you own? slow that down. ask the question again.

words have multiple definitions affixed/assigned to them. defining what the intention of the word can be or what it could be used for. change your perspective. your perspective is not theirs. know the definition you choose may not be the one they use. it hinges upon the context in which it is written or spoken. only then is the meaning attributed.

meanings/definitions of the same word contradict.

that is the why + how it is extremely easy to be misunderstood. be swift to listen and slow to speak.

think.
dissect.
ponder.
choose your words wisely.

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but regardless of this trickery, this craftiness . . .

like rain, the truth pours down.
like rays, the truth penetrates burrowing deep.
like heat, the truth illuminates.

from the ground to the crown,
re-member.
pick up the pieces.
whole-up.

it is time.

remember

remember

there are reminders that appear—some would say—out of nowhere. however, that is never the case. the universe flows in an undefinable order. the truth floats around us. shifts and moves through every thing we feel and encounter. when you connect with this frequency, all that appears as entertainment ceases to be. there are and there be coded lessons in plain sight.

the message, blatant.
the call, clear.
from the ancestral realm and beyond . . .

“you have forgotten who you are and so have forgotten me.”

“remember who you are. remember.”

“the past can hurt, but you can either run from it or learn from it.”

do you hear their call, because

“it is time”

to move as the king, the queen, the divine being you are. born—you were—into this greatness, but distracted by materialism and shiny symbols of fake riches you have become. just because you cease to acknowledge and live in greatness, does not mean greatness isn’t yours and isn’t you. all you ever need do is remember, acknowledge, to become who you were born to be. granted there may be a fight to restore the balance, but mighty are our allies. and in the end we win … we always do.

trust and know, when they see us—on a cellular level—they’re hyper-aware of how powerful a seed brimming with potential you be.

a cycle has reached its end.
the lion sleeps no more.
you are that lion.

you are the one true king.
reclaim. your. place.
reclaim. your. power.

resonate with it . . .

a point.

a point.

there

are

levels

to this shit.

that is all.

through the eyes of a child

through the eyes of a child

when our young cry, cringe and withdraw from things, images or people we often seek to comfort and console. we seek to soothe and ease their anxiety, apprehension or fear—telling them it's alright, everything is fine. we, who have been conditioned, programmed, normalized, no longer see what they so easily can. for there was once a time an inner alarm would reverberate and we'd know, we'd sense as they do. but like a lobster in water that doesn't quite feel at home, we'd sit knowing, yet never fully realizing the fire on which we sit gradually being stoked.

truth? our reactions are no longer normal … natural. they've been altered … over time. our young, however, see what we no longer see, sense what we've become hardened to. the beauty … all can never be lost. like scabs, they fall; original sight and senses restored.

Photo by Atlas Green on Unsplash

synchronicity

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the synchronicity of recent events is truly a thing of beauty. individuals having no knowledge of each other, nor their intention, churn out almost identical materials addressing similar conscious matters and phraseologies that it would be downright crazy or even harrowing if you weren't aware that such a phenomenon is quite normal. however, despite normalcy, this synergistic link is heightened.

the flower of life speaks of a connectedness, yet there exists a shift. a major shift. the whole slipping into focus. the hidden and once lost being revealed and reclaimed . . . 

now.