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.
The moon was unhappy. Surrounded by stars, and as beautiful as she was, she felt different and alone, and all of that was not all.
The stars poked fun at her; they had things to say about her size, and other bad things, her rise. They took her light for granted; it didn’t shine exactly like theirs.
The sun doesn’t trust anyone; she won’t let you come close to her. Stars only appear when she’s away now ’cause she’s fierce and very defensive, but deep, deep, deep inside every sun is the old half-moon groaning in pain, and deep, deep inside every big, bright sun is a full moon wanting to be loved.
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!
My legs may not walk as they should, and my eyes may not see, my ears may not hear as they should, and my mouth may not speak, my nose may not breathe as it should, and my arms may not reach, but I am not flawed, and certainly not disabled, I am differently-abled, earth angel on a special mission to create, heal and inspire,
and whether you know it or not,
or love and understand me, what a beauty that is!
🌻 Accessibility/convenience and the portrayal of differently-abled persons in the media, especially in movies, must be looked into in Nigeria. As a matter of fact, I don’t want to see an actor play the role of a person with cerebral palsy if there are people with the condition who are looking to perform but have never been given a chance. I will personally rubbish your movie on any platform that I get a chance to. Fight me.
From the classrooms to the stores to the public vehicles, the structures that are in place are rather poor, most of the people are terribly insensitive, and the environment is rather hostile to differently-abled persons. This goes for several other African and Asian countries too.
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.