WIP – Niagara – Chapter 7.

It should be known that before you read this, if you choose to do so, that this book has already been written. I am just now putting it all together, piece by piece (each piece is from a different year, which absorbs completely different outcomes and is one of the reasons I find it hard…

Note to Self – Let Not One.

Allow yourself to climb from the darkness and embrace light. Let not one tell you when you are standing on sacred ground and have healed. Decades are enough dear, and it is now time to wipe away the dust and ashes, and to reveal the beauty in your scars that have healed over. You have…

Hold Your Ground.

Yesterday, I had an odd experience at a Chakra Healing Meditation session that took place in a historic town among boulders and a river deposited from the last ice-age. I arrived 45 minutes early and chatted it up with the owner of the shop. He is intuitive and knew I had a vision board up…

The Deep End.

The one you are looking for is you. – OSHO I have these reoccurring dreams where I am in the future trying to operate archaic technology, like cell phones, tablets, computers, etc … I used to wake up knowing these dreams were significant, not only because of my desperate attempts to reach someone (not because…

Blindly.

Blindly, she filled her life with things meant to propel her into freedom, life and love. Vibrating with the nature of universal law, she is more than human, more than what’s above. She is a piece of what’s below the primitive line and above those tuned to angels, natural and divine. Nature runs its course,…

Cadence, Chapter 9 | Niagara

The hairs rose up in waves across my neck as he leaned over and whispered in his psychotically-tilted voice, as it always seemed to be, “All the most brilliant minds are right here, ya know.” I nodded, pretending to go obliviously about my business that night behind the barista stage, but something inside me wanted…

You Are the Universe.

I’m not sure how we spoke fluently then, but we managed. I was pretty much a bonified functioning alcoholic with a photographic memory waiting to go off like a ticking time bomb. In fact it’s how I keep the next chapters stored away in my brain, filed away throughout a chaotic system as it had…

Move, Child! | Automatic Transcription.

You shouldn’t throw those words around like flaming lips in a one man show. As if you were the only one with the dagger. Ha! I say, as my mind scours the range for someone to mean their twisted truths, for someone to fall at my feet begging for a forgiving heart left bleeding between…

Levitation | Raising a Dream.

“The eye sees a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination awake.”   Liz looked down at her phone, desperately trying to figure out how to text, “WAIT FOR ME,” to Chris. She had been in the interview process from the moment the sun rose ’til it set beyond the streets in some far-off…