Sword of truth..

 

The last ten years

 Well it’s been quite magical, this path surrounds Gods magic. It’s had many many highs there’s not really any downs. Wondering dreaming learning and quickening. Living in the new Earth 🌍 having learned early on in this plan of my life that having walked away from my twin flame, his karmic and the demons from hell wanted me dead and wiped off the face of the earth. The jealousy ate her soul alive. I didn’t realise the gravity of that plot it really just thickened. They had ties to secret cults also the Freemasons the police, judges, lawyers, psychics, covens oh and a hit man that I was told ran away from the job from fear and he also fell in love with me lol. I think between them all they pretty much ran the town.. 

All their plans failed. They also had me under a totally illegal investigation by I believe it was MI6. Some mafia gang also came after me. Apparently they all watched me go through my awakening which had a complete effect on all of them. They saw me go through it and thought if she can do it, I can try. The mafia boss awakened and all his gang ended up in therapy. I touched a lot of hearts which makes me smile. As you awaken and open all your chakras you become pure love and boy did they feel it. My life was always a little magic. But magic happens when you finally awaken.you become light like air, see when they all came for me I was a born again Christian and sadly the ones that came for me tested Gods Gangsta and soon found out that God will do anything to protect his children. A lot of them changed for the good and the evil ones died. They all died one by one some went to the psych ward and the rest had scary karma. I know the other half of my soul had minimal part in that plot against me which is why he only had a heart attack. I forgave him for it because my Love for him runs very deep. Hopefully he can forgive himself. He didn’t really know any different when he was Karmic back then.

A lot of people don’t believe in God but it doesn’t mean he’s not there just because you can’t see him. You can’t see the wind but it’s there. If you live with the attitude that you’re above God. In the end he’ll prove that nothing gets past him because he’s omnipotent, he’s everywhere. And we should fear his right to punish us. Terribly sadly I lost my salvation after all of that. Gods love never fails and he’s given me a second chance by becoming part of the 144 thousand chosen ones (Revelation) to balance out energy and help heal the Earth, animals and humans before Christ returns. My story belongs in a movie. As far as I’m concerned some people owe me Millions.. Maybe I’ll make a production company. Watch this space…I evolved now it’s your turn..

Awakening

 Having gone through my spiritual awakening.  Couldn’t stop the journey I’m on and there is no going back. When you leave the matrix you never go back. Awakening is massive you really do die to the version of you that you accumulated and built. After working through your shadow side ie the bits of you you really don’t like anymore. This can be the hardest part of this experience . It’s not easy looking back over your life and asking yourself what has truly made you like you are what damage has been done and by who. You feel your heart cracking by this point because you have to release yourself from that part of you that you really don’t enjoy any more. We cling to those old experiences and sides of us we know we should change but comfort zones are an enemy to truly living life. You have to let it all go and jump off the ledge but you have got to understand that the universe will always, always support you and that you are never truly alone what with your Angels guides and ancestors. You actually have a rather big highly esteemed team to make your journey and purpose materialise. Meditation is a big part of this walk You have to see those bits in the shadow work as energy you have to purge lift all your burden up to the universe and say take it, slowly those energies shift. You’ll actually start disliking that old version of you more, the more you purge the old energy, it makes way for new.You open your chakras and live from an open heart chakra recalibrated and full of Love. In this 5th dimension you feel more than you think. There’s no free-er feeling than letting the oldest version of you ever go. I enjoyed the energy work the most. I understand energy and how it works. I wrote exercises on how to change your energy and they work because they’re simple, the universe doesn’t like complicated. Once you’ve done all the energy work you’ll start to physically and spiritually shifting into a higher vibration and your frequency will shoot up high and you’ll feel it for sure. You absolutely master your mind and then you’ll master life. You evolve into a vibrational being into a vibrational universe. It’s where the magic starts and you wake up everyday in gratitude and the love of God in your heart.I love that saying that when you make a decision the universe conspires to make it happen..decide today to evolve.If anyone needs help with that type of thing I’m on LinkedIn. It’s time to evolve..

Bliss..updated..

 Higher and higher I ascend  and my path is set in motion, I’m never alone. I’m guided all the way. Gods got me in the palm of his hand. It’s more exciting than fearful.

The road driven by truth overwhelms me at times I literally have to stop and catch my breath. It’s fast paced now. I’m never in one place for very long. The constant shifts are the wind in my sails. This journey is so thrilling wondering who and what I’ll be when I’m all grown up.

Enlightenment always comes as I catch the sunbeams bouncing off of the clouds.

And my plan to get to the top of my dreams pulls me closer, I’m so excited I can hardly contain it. Also calling in my SoulMate and he must feel it and I know his Love for me will absolutely grow bigger than his fears in the end. I’m settling into the journey in this vibrational reality. I trust him now. I made him a promise a very long time ago that I would never leave him I couldn’t even when I tried he was deep in my soul and he never ever left me truly even when I thought he had. My Love for him grows deeper than the universe. He’s my protector my dreams and mine. I believe in him even when he doesn’t believe in himself. I’m so grateful for him. I thank God for this other half of myself. The whole twin flame thingy certainly isn’t for the faint hearted. The ups and downs could drive you to the brink of insanity but it’s rare and precious and Written in the stars. We’ve got a whole universe to travel. These are such Exciting times. ..it’s time to evolve..

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Ode to coleridge

 Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good !

Into my heart have I received that Lay
More than historic, that prophetic Lay
Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)
Of the foundations and the building up
Of a Human Spirit thou hast dared to tell
What may be told, to the understanding mind
Revealable ; and what within the mind
By vital breathings secret as the soul
Of vernal growth, oft quickens in the heart
Thoughts all too deep for words !--

Theme hard as high !
Of smiles spontaneous, and mysterious fears
(The first-born they of Reason and twin-birth),
Of tides obedient to external force,
And currents self-determined, as might seem,
Or by some inner Power ; of moments awful,
Now in thy inner life, and now abroad,
When power streamed from thee, and thy soul received
The light reflected, as a light bestowed--
Of fancies fair, and milder hours of youth,
Hyblean murmurs of poetic thought
Industrious in its joy, in vales and glens
Native or outland, lakes and famous hills !
Or on the lonely high-road, when the stars
Were rising ; or by secret mountain-streams,
The guides and the companions of thy way !

Of more than Fancy, of the Social Sense
Distending wide, and man beloved as man,
Where France in all her towns lay vibrating
Like some becalméd bark beneath the burst
Of Heaven's immediate thunder, when no cloud
Is visible, or shadow on the main.
For thou wert there, thine own brows garlanded,
Amid the tremor of a realm aglow,
Amid the mighty nation jubilant,
When from the general heart of human kind
Hope sprang forth like a full-born Diety !
--Of that dear Hope afflicted and struck down,
So summoned homeward, thenceforth calm and sure
From the dread watch-tower of man's absolute self,
With light unwaning on her eyes, to look
Far on--herself a glory to behold,
The Angel of the vision ! Then (last strain)
Of Duty, chosen Laws controlling choice,
Action and Joy !--An Orphic song indeed,
A song divine of high and passionate thoughts
To their own music chaunted !

O great Bard !
Ere yet that last strain dying awed the air,
With stedfast eye I viewed thee in the choir
Of ever-enduring men. The truly great
Have all one age, and from one visible space
Shed influence ! They, both in power and act,
Are permanent, and Time is not with them,
Save as it worketh for them, they in it.
Nor less a sacred Roll, than those of old,
And to be placed, as they, with gradual fame
Among the archives of mankind, thy work
Makes audible a linkéd lay of Truth,
Of Truth profound a sweet continuous lay,
Not learnt, but native, her own natural notes !
Ah ! as I listened with a heart forlorn,
The pulses of my being beat anew :
And even as Life returns upon the drowned,
Life's joy rekindling roused a throng of pains--
Keen pangs of Love, awakening as a babe
Turbulent, with an outcry in the heart ;
And Fears self-willed, that shunned the eye of Hope ;
And Hope that scarce would know itself from Fear ;
Sense of past Youth, and Manhood come in vain,
And Genius given, and Knowledge won in vain ;
And all which I had culled in wood-walks wild,
And all which patient toil had reared, and all,
Commune with thee had opened out--but flowers
Strewed on my corse, and borne upon my bier,
In the same coffin, for the self-same grave !

That way no more ! and ill beseems it me,
Who came a welcomer in herald's guise,
Singing of Glory, and Futurity,
To wander back on such unhealthful road,
Plucking the poisons of self-harm ! And ill
Such intertwine beseems triumphal wreaths
Strew'd before thy advancing !

Nor do thou,
Sage Bard ! impair the memory of that hour
Of thy communion with my nobler mind
By pity or grief, already felt too long !
Nor let my words import more blame than needs.
The tumult rose and ceased : for Peace is nigh
Where Wisdom's voice has found a listening heart.
Amid the howl of more than wintry storms,
The Halcyon hears the voice of vernal hours
Already on the wing.

Eve following eve,
Dear tranquil time, when the sweet sense of Home
Is sweetest ! moments for their own sake hailed
And more desired, more precious, for thy song,
In silence listening, like a devout child,
My soul lay passive, by thy various strain
Driven as in surges now beneath the stars,
With momentary stars of my own birth,
Fair constellated foam, still darting off
Into the darkness ; now a tranquil sea,
Outspread and bright, yet swelling to the moon.

And when--O Friend ! my comforter and guide !
Strong in thyself, and powerful to give strength !--
Thy long sustainéd Song finally closed,
And thy deep voice had ceased--yet thou thyself
Wert still before my eyes, and round us both
That happy vision of belovéd faces--
Scarce conscious, and yet conscious of its close
I sate, my being blended in one thought
(Thought was it ? or aspiration ? or resolve ?)
Absorbed, yet hanging still upon the sound--
And when I rose, I found myself in prayer.

favourite books of 2012

Toast – Nigel Slater
It is thanks to routing through other peoples shelves that I ended up reading a book that I probably wouldn’t have read otherwise and really loved. The book in question was ‘Toast’ by Nigel Slater which had initially piqued my interest after the adaptation on the television which i recorded and then completely forgot to watch. I then forgot about how much I wanted to read the book (see that self hype thing again)… until I was having a nosey and my eyes happened to fall upon it and so I picked it up and absolutely loved it.

All I knew of Nigel Slater before I picked up ‘Toast’ was that he was a rather well known chef whose recipe books seem to be in every single member of my families houses. I’ve never watched his TV shows and really never been that interested in cookery books, other than maybe Nigella, though I like cooking. ‘Toast’ is Nigel Slater’s memories of childhood into adulthood all told through food. I imagined this might be recipes but I was wrong as in fact it’s snippets of memories with titles like ‘Christmas Cake, ‘The Hostess Trolley’ and ‘Peach Melba’ (which I had forgotten once existed and instantly wanted) each with its own memories attached.

‘Toast’ really is quite a collection of memories as Nigel didn’t have the easiest or happiest of childhoods. His mother had health issues, his father wasn’t the most comforting or friendly of role models and of course there is the cleaner Mrs Poole who soon became the bane of Nigel’s life. It’s never a misery memoir though some of the book is very emotional it also often leaves you in hysterics. In some ways because of the humour I was reminded of Augusten Burroughs, only in this book the addictions are cook books and ingredients rather than drugs, the other thing that reminded me of Augusten Burroughs was the way slowly but surely Slater writes about his being gay, how he noticed it and coped with it in the 60’s and 70’s which again makes for a very heart felt and honest book.

I knew I was going to be rather smitten with this book when I read the line in ‘Toast 1’ where Nigel writes ‘It is impossible not to love someone who makes toast for you.’ He is talking about his mother and how when they make it in just the right way you are ‘putty in their hands’. People who arrive as the book progresses are each almost given a flavour in addiction to their character and this works wonderfully. It also really evokes atmosphere and underlying tensions such as when he helps his Mum make the, at the time, novel delicacy of spaghetti for his father which none of them have tried and as soon as they add the parmesan ‘this cheese smells like sick’ is deemed as ‘off’ and its never talked of or mentioned again.

I loved Nigel Slater’s writing, it never felt pretentious or woe is me or anything other than a down to earth account of his childhood filled with both happiness and sadness. It’s a ‘real’ memoir if you know what I mean, there are dramas and trials but they are never melodramatic. I decided Nigel Slater and I would be firm friends when he discussed ‘Butterscotch Angel Delight’ my all time favourite too. This is someone who hasn’t had the easiest start in life who rather than complain about it looks back at it fondly and asks the reader to join in and do so too. This is one of my favourite books of the year so far. 10/10