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I've been given a clean slate and it feels wonderful but just not igniting my passions right now. Maybe it's too clean?!!
So, I recently made a conscious choice to accept more experiences and life lessons from them (and ultimately myself). I'm in the process of integrating these new codes and energies. No more clean slate. Give me experiences and textures and heartfelt moments in every moment.
I'm both scared and excited.
I read this and wanted to share it. I thought it was interesting. Do you think measures will be implemented to 'contain' it considering its reported as spreading at an alarming rate? Alarming is concerning, right?
Whatever happens, just remember who you are and why you came. You are powerful. Believe in yourself. ♡
#love #light
Shifting of timelines is currently taking place. During this time, I hope you take the time to heal - both personally and spiritually.
Logic will prevent you hearing your soul, so put it aside for now. Allow your soul to reveal what it is you need in this now-moment. The more you resist, the more tension will accumulate in your body and mind.
It took me some time to know what this really meant. Now I know this is the result of expansion, growth and self awareness.
Take your journey within.
The more you know yourself from within, the more you will know everything outside of yourself.
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POETRY
I know you have seen things you wish you hadn't
You have done things you wish you could take back.
And you wonder why you were thrown into the
thick ofit all- why you had to suffer the way you
did. And as you are sitting there alone and hurting,
I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently
remind you how the world has given you poetry and
now you must give it back.
-LANG LEAV
For the Greater Good
(Hero POV)
I walked into the warehouse alone. No weapons, no mask, no backup.
Every rise of my feet felt like a climb up a mountain, every fall feeling like a step off a cliff. I could have sworn I didn’t take a single breath as I walked into the wide open space, crates and barrels scattered around in a typical warehouse fashion. The lights that remained on buzzed from the corner of what appeared to be a break room and from various machinery peppered by the garage-like doors.
I didn’t know exactly where I was going, just that I was supposed to be here, at this exact time.
I arrived on the block two hours early, and spent every last second before 2 o’clock alternating between pacing and curling up into a ball and rocking myself on the empty sidewalk. I finally stepped into what I estimated to be the middle of the space, virtually incapable of taking another step. My muscles quaked and I considered if I should just give in to the exhaustion and lie right here until someone came and got me. My pride suggested I stay upright, so I settled for a comprise of leaning heavily against the nearest weighted crate. I crossed my arms in what should have been a nonchalant appearance, but it was really just to keep my hands from shaking by my sides.
I took a few deep breaths and checked my watch.
2:02
God, I wanted to laugh. If there was any humor left in this situation I would have. I tried to keep my mind blank, waiting. But as the minutes ticked on, my determination waned.
I couldn’t leave.
Wouldn’t.
Lightheadedness swam through my brain, and I relented and lowered myself to the floor as black creeped in around my vision. I laid flat on the concrete ground, kicking my feet up onto the slats of the crate I was previously leaning against. The lights above me were dim, but I still closed my eyes in aversion to the brightness. I needed dark, calm. I needed to be anywhere else but here.
I checked my watch again, then pillowed my hands behind my head. Tears welled up in my eyes against my will.
2:05
Screw pride. Pride went out the window a long, long time ago.
I let the thin little salty rivers run freely down the sides of my face to pool uncomfortably at my ears. I was surrendering to my enemies, why not surrender to the tears too?
An eternity passed before footsteps finally echoed around the building. I didn’t bother to get up, not even to move. I didn’t bother to stop crying either, in fact the tears may have only gotten stronger as I stayed rooted in place.
“Sorry for the delay, we had to make sure you weren’t followed,” a voice announced itself. I didn’t turn towards it.
“You doing alright down there?” It asked, sounding infuriatingly genuine.
“Perfect. Never better,” I choked. There was no hiding the crack in my voice now.
“Shit dude, I didn’t think this would get to you that bad.”
What did you think was gonna happen? I was just gonna skip to your door with a couple of flowers and some handcuffs all gift wrapped for you with a wide ass smile on my face?
“Do you…need a minute?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
A minute or two passed before I gathered what was left of my composure. The tears stopped flowing and my head stopped swimming. I removed one boot after the other from the ledge they rested on and started the slow journey back to my feet.
“Ready?” The voice I finally matched with a sight asked. Henchman.
I sniffed, wiping my nose on my sleeve before nodding solemnly. This was by far the most courteous capture I’ve ever had the pleasure of falling victim to, hilarious given the circumstances.
“I’m gonna pat you down,” he warned, and I nodded my acknowledgment. Gentle hands brushed my body and found nothing, as promised. A light touch gripped my arm and pushed towards a path between the crates.
“Let’s go.”
We walked in silence for a while, I was too close to the emotional edge to break it. Henchman had no such reservations though.
“I could tell the guys the extra time was from a fight,” he suggested lightheartedly.
I merely shook my head.
“Yeah you’re right, probably a bad idea.”
Despite myself, a small smile crept past my lips. His words brought the only comfort I’d felt all day.
With every step I could feel my clarity returning.
I was going to be fine.
We walked out a side door and outside into the gravel, where it appeared a caravan awaited. I might have been flattered if I didn’t feel so damn helpless.
“One Hero, clean as promised,” I was presented to the arc of people gathered in various states of masked.
“You were supposed to secure them, Henchman,” Villain looked me up and down, then shot at annoyed look at the man at my side.
Henchman did not reply, only looking from me to the crowd closing in around us, then back to me and returning to Villain knowingly. So I definitely looked as bad as I felt; it was nice to know my face was making its debut red-blotched and tear stained no doubt with the edition of heavy bags under the eyes.
Villain simply shook his head, then stepped forward to grab me.
“Wait,” called another voice, and I struggled to identify its origin until a blue and gray clad person stepped forward. “How do we know it’s them?”
He stared at me in blatant disbelief, and I found the energy to be a little offended.
Like anyone else would do this. Like I would take the risk to let them.
Various people exchanged looks, and I struggled to believe that no one had actually thought this part through. Several looks pinned me down expectantly, and I also found the power to be a little bit annoyed.
Of course their lack of foresight would become my responsibility.
Nonetheless, my eyes roamed the crowd, before pinning down an unsuspecting figure in a suit with red chrome outlines. I pointed to them, before pulling down the collar of my shirt to reveal a thick pink scar stretching horizontally about an inch below my collarbone. Chrome stepped closer through the crowd to see, then nodded his approval. Villain stepped forward to grab me once more, but he was stopped by someone decked out in forest green.
“Your hand,” they indicated, and I brought up my arm to reveal the back of my right hand and yanked down my sleeve so they could trace the jagged scar carved down to middle of my forearm.
“That enough? Are y’all convinced?” I spun around, pinning several people right back with their own gazes. I seemed nothing like the person on the warehouse floor.
No, with every passing second, I was feeling more and more like a hero.
I guess they were in fact convinced, because I was finally escorted into an SUV and placed in the middle of a bench seat sandwiched between Villain and a larger man I barely recognized. The whole process was pretty ego-inflating honestly.
Unfortunately, Villain did finally get his wish of restraining me after the car had rolled to a stop and I was transferred into a building via an underground garage.
I didn’t think.
Couldn’t.
My fate was in the hands of my enemies, and I had just handed it over.
For the Greater Good
(Hero POV)
I walked into the warehouse alone. No weapons, no mask, no backup.
Every rise of my feet felt like a climb up a mountain, every fall feeling like a step off a cliff. I could have sworn I didn’t take a single breath as I walked into the wide open space, crates and barrels scattered around in a typical warehouse fashion. The lights that remained on buzzed from the corner of what appeared to be a break room and from various machinery peppered by the garage-like doors.
I didn’t know exactly where I was going, just that I was supposed to be here, at this exact time.
I arrived on the block two hours early, and spent every last second before 2 o’clock alternating between pacing and curling up into a ball and rocking myself on the empty sidewalk. I finally stepped into what I estimated to be the middle of the space, virtually incapable of taking another step. My muscles quaked and I considered if I should just give in to the exhaustion and lie right here until someone came and got me. My pride suggested I stay upright, so I settled for a comprise of leaning heavily against the nearest weighted crate. I crossed my arms in what should have been a nonchalant appearance, but it was really just to keep my hands from shaking by my sides.
I took a few deep breaths and checked my watch.
2:02
God, I wanted to laugh. If there was any humor left in this situation I would have. I tried to keep my mind blank, waiting. But as the minutes ticked on, my determination waned.
I couldn’t leave.
Wouldn’t.
Lightheadedness swam through my brain, and I relented and lowered myself to the floor as black creeped in around my vision. I laid flat on the concrete ground, kicking my feet up onto the slats of the crate I was previously leaning against. The lights above me were dim, but I still closed my eyes in aversion to the brightness. I needed dark, calm. I needed to be anywhere else but here.
I checked my watch again, then pillowed my hands behind my head. Tears welled up in my eyes against my will.
2:05
Screw pride. Pride went out the window a long, long time ago.
I let the thin little salty rivers run freely down the sides of my face to pool uncomfortably at my ears. I was surrendering to my enemies, why not surrender to the tears too?
An eternity passed before footsteps finally echoed around the building. I didn’t bother to get up, not even to move. I didn’t bother to stop crying either, in fact the tears may have only gotten stronger as I stayed rooted in place.
“Sorry for the delay, we had to make sure you weren’t followed,” a voice announced itself. I didn’t turn towards it.
“You doing alright down there?” It asked, sounding infuriatingly genuine.
“Perfect. Never better,” I choked. There was no hiding the crack in my voice now.
“Shit dude, I didn’t think this would get to you that bad.”
What did you think was gonna happen? I was just gonna skip to your door with a couple of flowers and some handcuffs all gift wrapped for you with a wide ass smile on my face?
“Do you…need a minute?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
A minute or two passed before I gathered what was left of my composure. The tears stopped flowing and my head stopped swimming. I removed one boot after the other from the ledge they rested on and started the slow journey back to my feet.
“Ready?” The voice I finally matched with a sight asked. Henchman.
I sniffed, wiping my nose on my sleeve before nodding solemnly. This was by far the most courteous capture I’ve ever had the pleasure of falling victim to, hilarious given the circumstances.
“I’m gonna pat you down,” he warned, and I nodded my acknowledgment. Gentle hands brushed my body and found nothing, as promised. A light touch gripped my arm and pushed towards a path between the crates.
“Let’s go.”
We walked in silence for a while, I was too close to the emotional edge to break it. Henchman had no such reservations though.
“I could tell the guys the extra time was from a fight,” he suggested lightheartedly.
I merely shook my head.
“Yeah you’re right, probably a bad idea.”
Despite myself, a small smile crept past my lips. His words brought the only comfort I’d felt all day.
With every step I could feel my clarity returning.
I was going to be fine.
We walked out a side door and outside into the gravel, where it appeared a caravan awaited. I might have been flattered if I didn’t feel so damn helpless.
“One Hero, clean as promised,” I was presented to the arc of people gathered in various states of masked.
“You were supposed to secure them, Henchman,” Villain looked me up and down, then shot at annoyed look at the man at my side.
Henchman did not reply, only looking from me to the crowd closing in around us, then back to me and returning to Villain knowingly. So I definitely looked as bad as I felt; it was nice to know my face was making its debut red-blotched and tear stained no doubt with the edition of heavy bags under the eyes.
Villain simply shook his head, then stepped forward to grab me.
“Wait,” called another voice, and I struggled to identify its origin until a blue and gray clad person stepped forward. “How do we know it’s them?”
He stared at me in blatant disbelief, and I found the energy to be a little offended.
Like anyone else would do this. Like I would take the risk to let them.
Various people exchanged looks, and I struggled to believe that no one had actually thought this part through. Several looks pinned me down expectantly, and I also found the power to be a little bit annoyed.
Of course their lack of foresight would become my responsibility.
Nonetheless, my eyes roamed the crowd, before pinning down an unsuspecting figure in a suit with red chrome outlines. I pointed to them, before pulling down the collar of my shirt to reveal a thick pink scar stretching horizontally about an inch below my collarbone. Chrome stepped closer through the crowd to see, then nodded his approval. Villain stepped forward to grab me once more, but he was stopped by someone decked out in forest green.
“Your hand,” they indicated, and I brought up my arm to reveal the back of my right hand and yanked down my sleeve so they could trace the jagged scar carved down to middle of my forearm.
“That enough? Are y’all convinced?” I spun around, pinning several people right back with their own gazes. I seemed nothing like the person on the warehouse floor.
No, with every passing second, I was feeling more and more like a hero.
I guess they were in fact convinced, because I was finally escorted into an SUV and placed in the middle of a bench seat sandwiched between Villain and a larger man I barely recognized. The whole process was pretty ego-inflating honestly.
Unfortunately, Villain did finally get his wish of restraining me after the car had rolled to a stop and I was transferred into a building via an underground garage.
I didn’t think.
Couldn’t.
My fate was in the hands of my enemies, and I had just handed it over.
By Dr. Jeanne Sheffield Estrada
James Taylor sings a powerful and poignant song called The Secret Of Life that gives some great advice to living such as:
“The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time...any fool can do it - there’s nothing to it. The secret of love is in opening up your heart… It’s okay to feel afraid, but don’t let that stand in your way. (it’s) …) try not to try too hard, it’s just a lovely ride.”
This song says a lot, but at the center of it says that the secret of life is opening up your heart. In the normal course of human experience this is to open to the love of others, but at a higher level the real secret to life is to opening your heart up to God.
While we are meant to enjoy this lovely ride in our brief days on this earth, along the way we need to do a few important things. First to thank God for our blessings, second to not be afraid to help those less fortunate and reach out to others and love unconditionally without expecting anything in return, but most important is to surrender your life and heart to God. When you do that as today’s scripture reading tells us, you become a “New Creation.”
Each day is a gift from God for each us to start fresh and new and to discover the happiness and joy we have in Christ when we live our lives in Him. Oh, my friend to be in Christ, do you know Him yet? If not, please close your eyes and ask Him to forgive you for your sins and ask Him to come into your heart right now. You will find an inner peace that you’ve have never known before. Then and only then will you the real Secret Of Life both now, and in a life that will last forever.
God Bless Your Day Jesus Loves You
Thoughts that go like bullets through you
Let it end.allow it to escape your grasp. if it is meant to be yours it will find it's way back to you. choose peace. give yourself permission to breathe a little easier in it's absence. resist the urge to try to control the outcome. all will be okay.
via ig@//warpaintjournal
Nothing that's meant for you will ever pass you by and you can never mess up something that is already yours !!
At the End of David’s Sword in episode 3x05 “Good Form”
Prince Charming surprises Killian at the top of Dead Man’s Peak by pulling out his sword on him. Turns out David heard Hook talking to Peter Pan and isn’t about to give him the chance to do Pan’s bidding.
Paul Bettany as Dustfinger in Inkheart
Let him go
Control or Surrender
Hollingworth Lake Shore by David Dixon is licensed under CC-BY-SA 2.0 “To hell with circumstances, I create opportunities.” Bruce Lee It was as though he had woken up one day and his world had completely changed. Aiden was single after a sixteen-year relationship that had ended. She had taken their dog with her and left his cat, at least, but the apartment was emptied of all her things. This…
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Wednesday Service Heart Highlights:
September 25th, 2024
Scripture:
1 John 5:14 NLT
"And we are confident that He hears us whenever we ask for anything that pleases him."
Church Service Highlight:
We have to pray with confidence in Him
If I'm worshiping and fellowshipping then I will have confidence
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Something my pastor always tells me when I have a hard time approaching God (because I've done something wrong or that I've fallen short in spending time with Him), is to turn on worship music. He tells me to turn on worship music because in that worship I surrender over the things by confessing and focusing instead on His goodness. In worship all else fades away and I'm invited into a place where nothing else matters but Jesus. Where I can focus on the reality that God still loves me, has a plan for me, and calls me out of that darkness to walk in His wonderful light. In that worship, I am brought to repentance and to the confidence to begin again with Him. In that worship, the door opens to that fellowship with Him, that I can come to Him through Christ and grow in Him. To have confidence that He hears me and is inviting me to His table.
And it's the same for all of us, who have received Jesus as Lord and Savior and choose to follow Him. In those times when we have a hard time coming to Him with confidence in prayer, we can first choose to worship and allow all the things to fade away to reveal the truth that God is good and has an answer for us. That He loves us, that He has good plans for us, and that He has called us out of the darkness so that we can walk with Him in His marvelous and loving light.
Amen
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✝️ So sorry with how late this is! Happy Sunday! 🦋
Learnings from some of the trainings I have had; specifically about listening.