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
The Dream realms are hinting at the new prophecy’s I enter the path with fruitful apples growing and deposited into my soul. The seeds are sprouting and allowing for the dreamer to keep on seeing. The ever growing ripe fruit understands what the sleeper had to endure. The low corrupt depression that was placed from jealous spirits, the envious ones that need to correct with egotistical mouths. They watch and eat like leeches. There spirits are rotting. Richness awaits for the patient water bearing mother and father. Entering the realm of divinity is not for the weak. Surprises come to those that surpass the entities that constantly need to feed there egos. Constantly corrupting and disturbing sweetness for there leisure’s. False attributes to be in a rush to proclaim false gold.