Dont Grow Weak

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.

Cristina Jimenez

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False light

Its appeal and humility seemed like light bearing fountains that I could emerse my whole soul into. It was a false light that only hid secrets barricaded beneath sweet appeal. I learned to remove the blockages which I once deemed as amazement, once I dug I entered darkness, corruption, and deficiency. Once it was gone forever into a past wish, I found a self analysis of knowing I hold the power to my majestic ray of resources not anyone else. I export my own resilience into my colorful paradise. –Cristina Jimenez