There are certain individuals I like to call earth light beings, who walk into your life when no one ever noticed you, when you were in misery in the dark, when you couldn’t see any form of light, when you cried yourself to sleep. Overtime these earthly angels offered a applause, a pat on the back, sat at your table when no one else would, made you feel as if you always were amazing talented and made sure your seen and acknowledged. No romantic gestures just pure friendship, human kindness, a form of purity that children carry. Overtime they let go of your hand reminding you of your self courage, overtime they move on to continue the light bearing beams to others , and you can finally fly free and also begin the mission of light warrior spirit to others in need. A human consciousness evolving into new earth.
Summer strawberry full moon. I’ve been navigating under levels of burried levels. New devils at play, energetic dark phases wanted to underline my new paradigm. Painting the perception of these repeating cycles. The play at hand is a constant dance. Shielding under quite observations to entice the reactions. Drawing back to the board to plan out a new direction. Forgive me if I pull back my energy as I plan out the figurative escalations. Survival mode in pristine faith of walking blindedly. Cristina J