Do you know what it means, do you know how it feels, to be one of the living at a time when you are dead?
To not be of that world, the one you left behind, or be fully in that one, the one that is ahead.
You are able to move but you can barely walk. You are able to say words but you can barely talk. You are very sensitive but you can barely sense. You remember how to remember but you can barely think.
You are able to hear but you very barely know. It’s hard for you to understand, and so painfully so. You are able to look but you can barely see. You’re hanging in midair; you don’t have any wings.
To not be able to rewind and start all over again, or be able to move on, and fly far far away.
Do you know what it means when everything means nothing? Do you know how it feels when you cannot feel?
Earth Magic Oracle Card
Fog is simply a low cloud, a blanket of water crystals that has not gained the density of raindrops. The thicker it is, the more it shrouds in it’s damp, billowy arms. It can be so thick that it makes it nearly impossible to see directly in front of us. During those times, silence makes its own sound as we pause and allow ourselves to be enveloped in this shroud of impenetrable density. We may even feel as if we can do nothing but be still and await what is to be revealed.
Yet even within the thickest fog, we can be assured that it will eventually turn off as the sun’s rays infiltrate the veil. Once they do so, we can anticipate how the light and warmth will bring us welcome relief from the cold. As the sun continues to disperse the fog, our surroundings become illuminated, and we have the opportunity to continue onward.
You are enmeshed in confusion and uncertainty, and are unsure if it will ever clear up. This is not the best time to make decisions, particularly any major ones. Know that this foggy veil will eventually dissolve. Although there may be ways you are unconsciously contributing to this state, the greater truth is that this is simply a cycle you are moving through, and like all things, this too shall pass.
Allow yourself to feel confused – in fact, decide to be confused. No matter what attempts you make right now to make things happen or move in any specific direction out of impatience or frustration, you risk only creating more confusion and uncertainty. So, be still and patient. Wait for that first glimmer of awareness to life the veil so that you can see the choices before you more clearly and can then choose to align yourself with the will of Spirit.
It is always hard- cutting strong, karmic cords. It’s like a birth experience;
isn’t it why we sometimes
cry in fetal positions? In truth, one is birthing oneself,
and conjoining different pieces
into one self.
Art and music help, writing included.
Patience and hope are necessary because the umbilical cord that attaches one to the past, to the old self, always falls and seals off by itself, gradually, the pain leaves, maybe even slowly, and the memories and lessons are left.
Oh, how beautiful you are! Look at you; see how grand you’ve become! From your darkness came this light; from your dark seeds of pain, piercing, heart-wrenching pain, came these beautiful, bright petals, such awe-striking sight!
I want to lose myself in you; you are the clearest, sweetest dream.
I want to find myself in you,
your royal highness,
Queen of Wands. I adore you!
you braced yourself. With all the courage that you had, you told them how you really felt, and what all your affection meant.
they tell you that they love you.
They’re here to make your dark sky blue.
You give them butterflies inside too,
so they show you life,
and it’s brand new.
It’s an exciting time for you two, and there’s nothing,
for your baby,
that you can’t do.
you’re going to have a big fight; the things that they’ll say will hurt you. If you threaten to leave if they don’t change, they’ll react in a way that you’ll find strange. The words that they’ll say will be quite true, “I didn’t come to you first, I didn’t want you.”
We start to fight our demons when we stop fighting, suppressing our emotions, keeping our hurts in. When we accept transformation, and release our hearts for mending, roll with the wheel of fortune, and open our souls for healing. When we accept the very truth that each end is a new begining.
Things do not end because they weren’t meant to be, but because they were. Predestined, planned, timed, like a stage play, to be seen, to be experienced, to be felt,
to be learnt from.
As soon as the play is done, and the end begins, actors should take front-row seats and watch their own work- what they could have done better, what they should do and not do
in the next play, as opposed to regretting that they took part in it in the first place,
as awkward as it may seem,
as much as it may hurt.