Lives Collide
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Ultima pubblicazione gio, giu 13, 2019
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes).
- 'Song of Myself,' Walt Whitman
It's hard to know sometimes who you're meant to be. And that's kind of okay.
One day I feel like a witch, another like an activist. On some days I just want to is to fix all my family and friends' heartaches. Some polished, gemlike days, I feel peace and nothing else.
These patterns are mine, but we all have patterns that repeat. The lesson is simply this, I feel - to embrace the journey fully, even when we hate it, because it serves a greater purpose. To learn to love ourselves and others, regardless of all our spiritual debts.
There is no 'quick fix' to be at peace.
The pursuit of peace lies in experience, going through the fall and ascension that is being human, no matter how much it hurts. In climbing upwards pain is a given, but so is light.
I'd love to share some of my experiences, in verse.
Some of them are fantasy-inspired, others are from life, and others yet (perhaps my favourites), I can't quite place their origin.
PART 1: WITCH
This part is based on the experiences of a soul who keeps being born a witch from the 1600s - 1800s. She only ever wants to help ease all the suffering she sees in her world, and turns to magic as a resource.
Repeatedly she is misunderstood, and the people she loves will leave her. Repeatedly, the men she meets spurn the divine feminine in her, each one persecuting her in their own unique way.
Her name is Evangeline. I like to think she finds peace in the end. That even as she's born in modern times, her art of magic isn't burned out, it simply transforms to something new.
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