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The wildflower grew from the wild child. They were carefree and marched to the beat of their drum. They were led by music that only they could hear.
The feeling of freedom comes with a price. The ones locked in a mental prison become guards to the free. Don’t do this, don’t do that, you don’t make sense, too many colors, too many smiles. How dare you be happy when you have nothing?
The wildflower dies in the wild child. They begin to conform to what society says rules. They wilt and die and forget they need nothing except themselves to make them happy.
The adult emerges and looks for happiness outside of themselves, forgetting about the time they were wild and free. They forget about the time the wild child was alive.
No one could ever sever the roots of the wildflower. The only question is, which parts of yourself are to be watered?
Is it the roots of the wildflower that grew inside the wild child who marched to the beat of their drum?
Or is the adult that emerged from what society says rules?
For me, I choose the wildflower that grew inside of the wild child because, without her, am I really alive?
I am calling all souls, calling all souls, calling you to try to break free, free of bondage, and free of pain. The hardest thing is to try to connect, but they hear you because I listen to you.
I see you when you walk past me; I hear your silent screams. You see me and have never felt so safe. So you gravitate towards me to feel the warmth of my light.
At first, I didn’t understand until she said, even amid your chaos, you’re at peace. I feel your peace, and I try to take it in as my own, even for a little while.
I’m not shaken by things I can’t control, nor do people and their problems move me. What I can do is call your soul to feel the warmth of my light. What I can do is be understanding when you think you’re the most misunderstood.
I am calling all souls to feel my light. To find my truth so that you can be brave enough to see yours too. I am calling all souls to tell you that it’s safe and okay to reconnect. A soul’s purpose to reach all souls for proper healing, the only one that they can do.
What we all seek is the wisdom to get our lives in order. We seek it forgetting that God is willing and ready to give it whenever we’re ready to receive it; God would never tell you too much at once; He’ll only show you enough to get you excited to work towards your goal.
Allow the excitement to fill you up, and when you need more, ask God to release more wisdom. Free will comes at a price we can’t receive if we don’t ask. Allow God to move with no resistance, and when there is some, be still and work through what is stopping you at that moment. Take it to God and be honest and say, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this, but please take it away from me and transform it while you continue to transform me.
Blessed are those who find wisdom, those who gain understanding, for she is more profitable than silver and yields better returns than gold. She is more precious than rubies; nothing you desire can compare with her. Long life is in her right hand; in her left hand are riches and honor. Her ways are pleasant ways, and all her paths are peace. She is a tree of life to those who take hold of her; those who hold her fast will be blessed.
Proverbs 3:13-18 NIV
I’m always asked where did that sweet girl go? The one who was always under her mother.
I look in confusion because this woman standing in front of you would give you her blood, sweat, and tears. She would give you the shirt off of her back and the last dollar in her pocket. The one thing you can’t get is beyond my boundaries, but if I’m willing to give you all of me, why don’t I deserve respect?
But if you want to know where that sweet girl went. She died at nine years old when she was violated and realized she had to survive independently.
She died when people thought they could disrespect her with their words, and she wouldn’t speak up.
She died when she realized the silent treatment for a child is the worst form of punishment because I was taught that my existence wasn’t even enough to be acknowledged.
She died when she no longer felt safe in her skin. Where she realized her kindness was looked at as a sign of weakness.
Luckily for me, I know that every death is a rebirth, and I got the opportunity to be reborn into a woman who still knows how to love despite not being shown how. I learned how to put myself above others while still being able to give a helping hand. I learned that the actions of many have nothing to do with me, but they’re afraid to face themselves.
I learned that through my darkest moments, I am fully covered and protected.
I am more than safe. I also learned that it’s okay to let people go in peace. There’s no need to hang onto what you wish someone was or who they could’ve been. You take them by their actions or lack of, and you move on.
That goes for anyone doesn’t matter the relationship. People don’t get to destroy you and then be a part of your success story.
Moral of the story. Your experiences shape you, but it’s up to decide what you’re going to build with those shapes.
It’s been a long time, let me see what you got.
I have nothing except the flow of the universe running through my veins.
I have nothing except the love for myself that keeps me on track.
I have nothing except the will to keep going.
I have nothing except for the love of God.
I have nothing except my need to create.
I have nothing except the challenges that move me forward in life.
I have nothing except unconditional love.
I have nothing except the talents God gave me to cultivate.
I have nothing except words that could change nations.
I have nothing except a fearless attitude towards life.
I have nothing except my spirit leading the way.
I have nothing except the love from those around me and those who watch me from afar.
Sometimes when you feel like you have nothing, you begin to realize you have everything.
The chatter in my mind told me it was up to us to decide when the time was right.
We’ve been getting signs from the universe saying we want you two together, and yet we have free will.
The only thing stopping us is the fear of letting go of the old story to go on a new adventure.
See, that new adventure is beyond your wildest dreams. That’s why it’s safe to leave the dreaming up to me.
You’re stuck in limbo, but you hear me calling your name, telling you to follow my light. It’s safe.
Fear of the light has you looking back, but the more you look back, the darker it becomes.
You realize there is nothing there for you anymore, so you stay in limbo, thinking this is what you deserve.
Why should you be so lucky to find the person that was made for you? How would you even know how to love someone like her? Where do you begin when the animalistic side of you wants to eat her alive?
And yet, she’s so gentle with your soul and loves you like no other. You push, she pulls, and yet you’re snapped back to one.
How could you love someone that you think you don’t understand, but in reality, you know her like the back of your hand.
You know every inch of her body and soul.
You know exactly how to love her and how to stop her tears.
How could we be wrong when everything feels right? How could we be afraid of what people think when the universe said we were made for each other?
The problem comes when it’s time to surrender, but the only way out of limbo is to surrender.
Surrender to the love that you desire deep down in your soul.
To the faith of knowing everything that you’re afraid of will cancel itself out.
To your happiness because you deserve it.
You have learned your lessons. There is nothing left to learn.
How much suffering do you deserve?
Surrender and let your guard down and let love flow through.
We both have trust issues, but I trust you.
I trust you to love me to the end of the world and beyond.
To lead me where I am supposed to go.
Your action and your love.
I trust your ability to heal and do the work.
You to listen to that little voice that tells you where to go
We wait for perfect timing for things to fall into place without realizing we are in control.
It is our fears that are stopping us from leaping. You fear that thinks I’ll let you fall.
We triggered each other through hell, and now it’s about time we experienced Heaven on Earth.
That’s what it’s like being with you. It feels like Heaven on Earth.
I feel the world fall at my feet—the ease of life when you come near me.
How could you deny your heart screaming out for me?
The universe says yes, but our free will says we’re not ready.
And we’ll never be ready if we don’t leap.
🚨🚨 Trigger alert 🚨🚨
What if everything that didn’t align with your beliefs wasn’t called a conspiracy theory and was renamed a different perspective.
What if instead of saying you need a drink or you need to smoke when problems arise, you face the issue head-on and be done with it.
What if instead of saying you need coffee, you establish better sleeping habits and a healthier diet. (If you get headaches from not drinking coffee, your body is going through withdrawal, the same way you tell addicts to figure out a way to get over their addictions is the same way you need to figure out how to get through the first stages)
What if we were told about the signs of the end of the world for so long that we’re playing right into the hands of the people who control the world.
What if covid was the beginning of a great awakening.
What if it wasn’t a coincidence that covid, self-love, self-care, trauma healing, and finding purpose in life run parallel to each other.
What if we could save ourselves and each other.
What if no one is coming to save you? Not in the way you might think.
What if for all of the people who tap into themselves and transmute their darkness to light, is what connects you to yourself and God.
What if the more people did that, the more light entered the world. Hence God coming into the world
What if you could change one thing about yourself today? What would it be?
I grew up with silent treatment being the ultimate punishment.
You walk on eggshells because you don’t know what’s going to happen. You don’t know if today is the day for freedom or something worse.
Internally you beg for communication; you pray for the attention you can’t stand to be alone.
Until one day, that part of you that longs for attention die.
You realize silence is better because at least nothing could be taken away from you. The little bit of love you feel when there is communication can’t be ripped from you in a blink of an eye.
When you’re used to the silent treatment, you start attracting emotionally unavailable people—the ones who don’t know how to communicate how they feel.
You thought that piece of you was dead, the part that could deal with silence.
Instead, it teaches you anger, and yelling is better than silence.
You would rather hear someone’s words than try to fill in the blanks through silence.
I have been in more than one verbally abusive relationship because hell, at least you’re speaking to me.
At least I know there is something wrong. Do you want to blame it on me? That’s fine. I could handle it; I could take it better than silence.
Do you want to hit me? That’s okay. I deserved it because I did something wrong as long as I am told what I did wrong; this punishment is acceptable, but please don’t leave me in silence.
I will bow down to your every need as long as you don’t leave me in silence.
I will allow the abuse as long as you don’t leave me in silence. Please don’t leave me in silence.
That is what I used to say.
Today, I say, please leave me in silence if you have come to destroy my peace.