Hi Jen, it is me NJ Chica, had to cancel my old Google account due to weird nonesense. I just thought read this book, check it out if it reasonnates with you. Twin flames: finding your ultimate lover by Jeff and Shaleia. It has simple exercises to aide towards union and talks about mirroring in a way I can process.
I'm glad I found your blog on this super full moon night. This evening in yoga I has a vision while laying there in savasana. This experience has shaken me and what I thought was an impenetrable fortress, is now rubble, scattered on the ground. I see my heart with beautiful cracks, dripping with liquid gold. I see myself tenderly placing each brick one above another; as I smear the cement with a rythmic-meditative-movement. Swaying back and forth, huming a song, close to the ground, kneeling on mother earth. I am a lover. I hold out my arms and I accept. At times the pain and the fear are, for lack of a better word crazy. One might add comical and exhausting. Some days I'm great, cruising along, dancing to life though he lingers, he paints my mind. I meet him on my mat, his face is in the stars. Other days I walk slower, Jesus beside me and Archangel Michael above me. I beg and plead and scream for the cord to be cut, and for release, and I rest. I clear my energetic field with sage, I light a candle and draw a salt bath. I move through it. I let the river carry me home.
Hi Jen, it is me NJ Chica, had to cancel my old Google account due to weird nonesense. I just thought read this book, check it out if it reasonnates with you. Twin flames: finding your ultimate lover by Jeff and Shaleia. It has simple exercises to aide towards union and talks about mirroring in a way I can process.
ReplyDeleteThank you girl! SO nice to hear from you. I will check it out and thank you for thinking of me. I hope you are doing well!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad I found your blog on this super full moon night. This evening in yoga I has a vision while laying there in savasana. This experience has shaken me and what I thought was an impenetrable fortress, is now rubble, scattered on the ground. I see my heart with beautiful cracks, dripping with liquid gold. I see myself tenderly placing each brick one above another; as I smear the cement with a rythmic-meditative-movement. Swaying back and forth, huming a song, close to the ground, kneeling on mother earth. I am a lover. I hold out my arms and I accept. At times the pain and the fear are, for lack of a better word crazy. One might add comical and exhausting. Some days I'm great, cruising along, dancing to life though he lingers, he paints my mind. I meet him on my mat, his face is in the stars. Other days I walk slower, Jesus beside me and Archangel Michael above me. I beg and plead and scream for the cord to be cut, and for release, and I rest. I clear my energetic field with sage, I light a candle and draw a salt bath. I move through it. I let the river carry me home.
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