
So soft


∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆
Don’t leave us, even as eye sleep
Even if eye weep
Eye surrender
There is no going back
Or staying trapped
Cause it’s all an illusion
And tonight once again, eye came to this conclusion
And eye called it awakening
Reflecting often these days on what kind of frequency bald-headed me was on to have been playing with the entities she attracted, entertained, and kept around. However I am grateful she paid all that karmic debt, held it down gracefully, and survived.
I wouldn’t be here; or the woman I am today, without her. I’m over here like big sis, clearing house. Hella protective over us.
I feel her when I feel the anxious sensations throughout my body, I’m aware that those hesitations and sensations are her. And although personally I can’t relate I tend to her with tings like lemon balm, stretching, tea, family, silence….
I soothe her.
It’s okay lil mama, you’ll settle into trusting fully.
She’s peering over my shoulder; doe eyed and in a shy awe, when I flow in a way she’s never seen. When I move in a way she wouldn’t dare to. I must admit, we’re both on the edge of our seat as many cycles end and the worldly cycle concludes.
Why is it hard to believe
In everything
Carelessly
Unattached to an outcome
Knowing only your own flesh
Legacy and all
I love being a women.
Everything about it.
Blood, burnings and birth.
Airy, soft.
Pure fire and magic.

Captivated, I yearned for his gaze
To be seen completely, immersed in his gaze
In his eyes, a world unknown
A stranger with brown eyes

My shadow work consists of me experimenting with opposing extremes. I like to experiment with my actions and reactions; the devil on my shoulder and my intuition. To find the middle, the balance, my truth. I love to breakdown as I step out side of my comfortzones. I love to feel fear, and anxiety, and adrenaline rushes, and gratitude. I love to love and to get my feelings hurt and my heart broken. I love to set goals and accomplish them and I love to procrastinate and take my time. I love feeling beautiful and feeling ugly. I’m a pariah and the center of attention. All in one, and the awareness of that makes everything about life feel alive and intriguing to me. This experience and perspective of mine could easily be attributed to me not having any water in my chart, and my Taurus sun. Being sensual is healing, and romantisizing “lower vibrational” entities can also be healing if paired with self awareness, intention, and that work.
I’ve been saying yes. Something I’ve noticed while observing myself. And I’ve open a few doors by doing so, which encourages me to be more open and spontaneous. I’m constantly impressed and surprised.
The warmth oozing from his brown eyes
I had to look
We locked in
I wanted him to see all of me
I wanted to be looked at by him forever