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All too often I openly admit that I am a dreamer. One who is plagued nightly with the various dreams that come from the soul? Sometimes these dreams are ones of delight… of the passion that consumes me to the point that I wake with the urgency of release.



Sometimes these dreams are ones of warnings. Not necessarily for myself but for others. These dreams aren’t very often but still they come when the time is needed.



But sometimes they are ones of the lost souls that drift around me. Last eve was one of these nights. I woke quietly in the middle of the night to the salty drips that spilled from my eyes. My heart crying for the lost souls that moves around me. So many came to visit and so many attempted to leave me a message. The need to warn… to ease… to show my soul the lighted path in which I should travel.



The tears fell for the pain of missing these souls. For the love and need for them to tell me how much I am thought of. Well my wishes were their commands as those are what they did. Their tender touches of love were left and thus caused my heart to cry the sorrows of yesterday. The object now is to understand their messages and continue with my day to not let them sadden me more.



Now I am sure dear reader that you are saying. Well what did you watch before bed? What were you thinking of? That is simply… my mind simply was dwelling within the possibilities of what life could be like should another wish for me as hard as I wish for them.



Blessed be is the soul with the ability to see their dreams in a new light… even more blessed is the soul with the ability to feel those dreams to the fullest extent~

So after a few exhausting past days, and some valuable words shared within my life there have been a few thoughts that have come to mind. First being the fact that too often we face those people who simply are unable to face who they really are. Though they attempt to fool each soul that comes across their paths, the fact of the matter is, that no one is able to hide their true colors forever. The truth will eventually come spilling out like a waterfall covering a cliff's edge. The suggestion is to keep your eyes open. Your ears sharp and you shall see these truths for all that they are. Let not one devastate your essence. Instead, let their lessons teach your soul a new awareness. The ability to see the lizards that live beneath the flesh. To notice the demons that hide in the soul looking to lash out at your tender soul. Catch them in enough time to raise your sword up in preparation of battle. In the end it is the soul of kindness and love that shall win for all that is worthy will find their way.



Secondly, last evening I was told how I was a remarkable woman. A woman unlike most. A rarity within this world. Flattering as that sounds I simply do not see myself in this light. Please understand am not attempting to give myself some form of praise, as in all actually am not that kind of person. Nor am I looking for a ton of comments restating those form of words. I do not try to be anything extraordinary. In all actuality I am very hard on myself most of the time. I try always to choose my words carefully as I never wish to hurt another soul.



I am not some kind of a true goddess… nor am I some kind of an angel. Nope, I am simply quirky self. The kind of woman that loves a soothing rhythm of a guitar one moment… and a screaming blood match of the UFC the next. A woman who enjoys a soft lit candle as she writes a tender sonnet, only to turn around the next moment to attack and pleasure the man that has accepted her for who she is the next. I can be passionate and melancholy all at the same time. Before you ask dear reader no am not mental in any form and yes I have been tested. *giggles*



I just simply learned a long time ago how to listen to my soul as well as the others moving around me. I have learned how to feed off the earths energy in order to rebuild myself when down. I have learned how to share all of my essence with those willing to open their minds enough to accept what is offered unto the alters of life. With that said… I am a woman who is grateful for the kind praises received from others, but they are not necessary.



Blessed be is the soul with the ability to be who they are knowing they are able to touch other souls… even more blessed is the soul that is touched in the learning of others~

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Vloth
18:33 Jun 11 2014

That sounds beautiful. I have searched all over the planet for truth and beauty, and always it seems the answer lies within. What if there is nothing in there?

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HauntingWords
01:31 Jun 12 2014

How is it possible for it not to be there? There is truth and beauty within all.. its simply a matter of who wishes to show it and who wishes to deny it~

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