As the year’s final chapter unfolds in silence, I stand amidst twilight’s embrace, Contemplating life’s tapestry, its vibrant dance Of joy, of sorrow, in the introspective space.
Within me, a sacred fire burns bright, Kindled by life’s enigmatic prose, A tranquil warmth, a flickering light, Nurturing love that in quiet grows.
In this season, when shadows stretch, yearning, When discord’s rife among mankind, My spirit soars, verses turning Despair to dreams, hope intertwined.
In these waning hours, my heart’s sole desire, Is an inner glow to kindle our spirit’s spire, Casting forth light, steadfast, bold, In light’s sanctuary, where heartbeats hold.
One earth, one heart-tapestry, united stance, Against hardship’s gales, in unity, we dance. Let not spirits be chained by sorrow’s deep, For in togetherness, hope’s threads we keep.
So, let’s cradle the dying ember of the year With verses remembered by hearts far and near. May love’s lantern guide us through, To a dawn of hope, resplendent, true.
Happy new Year 🌟
Each day is reborn A chance to start anew, fresh Wish you all the best🌟
Embrace the present Find peace in the quietness Love blooms inside you🌟
Let go of the past And welcome the new beginning Hope for a bright year🌟
May joy fill your heart And blessings come your way Happy New Year, friends.🌟
Myrrh is a rare thing, it’s a resin extracted from a low tree called camphoras typical of the semi-desert region of North Africa and the Red Sea. Besides being one of the first gifts Jesus received by the three magical kings on the occasion of his birth, the myrrh also possesses a powerful spiritual meaning.
Camphora, tree from which resin is extracted, is a symbol of strength and endurance of love. “Love is as strong as death,” said Solomon (Songs 8.6). True love needs strength to resist, act and stay. And so is the cammiphora, a tree that survives in a dry region, without resources, with the harsh reality and scarcity of a desert and that continues to produce its fruit.
The word myrrh means bitter in Arabic, and it is considered as a natural remedy for wounds because it possesses strong antiseptic and anti-inflammatory power. In China, myrrh has been used as a treatment for wounds, bruises, and bleeding for thousands of years.
The myrrh is the feminine essence of the Cosmos. It represents the manifestation of the pure soul, of full understanding. It is the essence used as a detector of us, which induces purification and protection.
We can harness all the power of myrrh currently through oils and incense with this fragrance. It is used in rituals that call for spiritual cleansing and protection, the myrrh acts blessing, protecting and healing. When used, it awakens the feeling of fraternity, of self-knowledge and harmony, being widely recognized for its power of renewal, of generating calm and tranquility with its scent.
You wouldn’t recognize it if it weren’t so. Rather than take that light from an other, utilize the example to learn amplification of your own, inherent gifts. Expand …
“The Hidden Ones are REAL and the Ones you see are Duplicates.”
Everything has double meaning. How many of you realize the HIDDEN ones are YOU. You can’t SEE YOURSELVES unless you look in a mirror.
The ones you see ON-LINE or around you in life are the Duplicates because your Timelines and the people you keep around you are usually a reflection of what you believe your self to be.
👉 You become the “Sum” of the 5 closest people to you. IT’S MATCHING ENERGIES.
Make sure those around you are QUALITY PEOPLE. 👇💜
I said this today and I will say it again …
“REPUTATION MEANS LITTLE NEXT TO A COMPASSIONATE HEART 💜”
“That which is HIDDEN will then be SEEN.”
The REAL GOD REFLECTION IN YOU will be SEEN when you look at yourself truthfully and KNOW you’re a God/Goddess in the flesh & need to remember that so the right version of yourself can walk with Good Intentions.
Remember kindness, compassion, mercy, strength and LOVE is the way …show that to others. BUT protect your energy, use discernment and most importantly LOVE YOUR SELF first to heal you so you can heal others.
🙏💜
How we treat others is a direct reflection of what we feel about ourselves internally. The IN becomes the OUT.
Years ago during the onset of spiritual battle, I still smoked. There was a spirit of a boy who would plead with me not to smoke. He would say, “Please don’t smoke! You’re so beautiful!” It took me a whole year before I was able to let that habit go … 26 years after starting, approved by mother at age 11.
Last night I took a puff off one of those vape pens. It tasted chemical. My lungs burned. It hurt to take the next breath.
I thought about the energy of the heart chakra. I thought about the heaviness that had just been planted over my heart, this “cloud cover” of smoke.
I thought about energy. I thought about this heart space being absolutely covered in this tar, this smoke … the heart doesn’t “shine” like it should …
Spirit has difficulty “seeing” the shining ones, they are covered in this filth. Now, cannabis legalized, even more people are “covering” themselves.
It is my hope that this awareness has brought light to the truth of these coverings, placed upon the light, the energy systems of our brothers and sisters … manipulated into thinking, no harm no fowl.
Tinctures and lozenges are probably the wisest way to utilize, or juicing the leaves. Smoking … protect your energies … let God see you….
These photos show the “physical” result, but what does it look like in the spirit? Probably just as bad.
Unfortunately, all the toxins in the foods, the injectable toxins, they all are formulated to dim the light of Gods children so he won’t recognize them.
I know quitting smoking is difficult. I also know the spirits of envy who make it very tempting, convincing it is “medicine”. And it is. Utilized responsibly.
May the Most High see through these manipulations and illusions, freeing His children! Amen!
I woke to the words, “That’s a nice little mountain.”
Wish I could’ve seen it. Someone creating mountains in the ethers?
Wasn’t it said Jesus created and moved mountains? What’s happening?
I did a tarot reading last night. King of Swords, as Lion, delivering punishment for all the wrong doing. Check it out! It’s amazing how everything seems to tie in together.
An old boy was fumblin around one day In a women’s clothing store He’d found his wife a Christmas coat And was headed for the door When he bumped into a little boy That looked like he was lost. And he said “Mister can you help me Find out how much something costs? Here it is almost Christmas And the nights are gettin cold Winter time is on us And my mom don’t have a coat. I’ve been workin for the neighbors And saving for a time” And in his tiny outstretched hand Was a dollar and a dime. His gaze went from that big eyed boy To that pretty Christmas coat And he finally cleared away the lump That had gathered in his throat. He said “Son that’s just what this coat costs We’re lucky that we found ‘er” And he turned around and gave a wink To the lady at the counter. She put it in a pretty box And wrapped it up just so And went off in the back And found a big red Christmas bow. He said, “I thank you for your help sir And I kindly thank you ma’am I hope y’all are gonna have a big Christmas Cause now I know I am.” Well the old boy walked home busted Except for the dollar and the dime Thinkin he’d just have to buy The coat another time. He told his wife that Christmas this year Wouldn’t be much fun And he gently took her in his arms And told her what he’d done She said “Why you old softie I wouldn’t trade you for a farm I’ve got two or three old coats And your love to keep me warm.” She put that money in a matchbox And placed it beneath their tree And said, “That is the grandest gift You’ve ever given me.” The years went by like years will do When people are in love. Their marriage was a golden bond That was forged by God above. Then one day came some bitter news That filled his heart with fright. The doctor told the old man’s wife That she was going to lose her sight. He said, “There’s an operation we can do But it puts me on the spot Cause it’s a quite complex procedure And it’s going to cost a lot.” The old man said, “Doctor I’m a failure I’ve made no preparation We don’t have the money For that kind of an operation.“ The doctor got the strangest look And he sat there for a while And then he slowly nodded And he broke out in a smile He said, “Why sir you can’t fool me. You’re a very wealthy man. You long ago invested In the world’s best savings plan I’ll see she gets the best of care She’s going to be just fine And the total cost to you old friend Is a dollar and a dime.” The old man stared in disbelief Then he recognized that smile The one he’d seen those years ago On a loving thoughtful child. He said “What you gave to me that day Was more than just a coat. You gave me the gift of giving And you gave my mother hope. My mother’d been mistreated Neglected and abused. But she gave life just one more chance And it was all because of you. Now every year she takes that coat And lays it beneath our tree. It represents to us the things That Christmas ought to be. She says that when we leave this world For a better home someday The only things that we’ll take with us Are the things we gave away.“