Children should all have pets, so they can get used to managing themselves through the pain of losing the love of the connection. It’s gentler than losing an “intimate” union and love. If we cling too tightly, we can become a monster, we can heart and soul shatter and wish to destroy the entire world for the pain of it. Practicing this release makes the loss, or change within union, bearable, while remaining open to loving again. I really don’t like it when my doggo leaves me, but another comes, and teaches me to love again.
We are all wounded, bearing invisible scars that lie deep within our souls— where no light dares to reach. We move through life with hearts stitched together by trembling hands and whispered hopes, praying that no one looks too closely. The world teaches us to wear masks, to force a smile when it hurts, to cover our cracks and pretend we are whole.
But the truth is, we are all broken— each of us carrying untold stories we’re too scared to share. The mother who sheds silent tears long after her children have drifted to sleep. The man who laughs the loudest, masking an emptiness that echoes through the night. The friend who always says, “I’m fine,” because she knows that no one truly asks twice.
We bleed differently. Some wounds are fresh— still raw and aching to the touch. Others have formed fragile scabs, but the pain lingers like a ghost, haunting us when we press too hard. And some are buried so deep we’ve convinced ourselves they don’t exist— until something unexpected tears them open again.
Maybe it was betrayal that shattered you. Maybe it was the love you poured out that was never returned. Maybe it was the dream you chased only to be left with empty hands. Or the person you lost too soon— a void that time has failed to fill. Maybe it was the harsh words you endured as a child, or the deafening silence when you needed comfort most.
But listen, love— your wounds do not make you weak. They make you human. They are proof of a life fiercely lived, of battles fought with a heart brave enough to feel. Your pain is a testament to your strength, to the resilience of a soul that refuses to give up.
And though we are all wounded, we are also healers— carrying soft words in our hearts, offering comfort through unspoken understanding. We mend each other with kind gestures, with the warmth of a gentle touch, with a reminder whispered in the quiet— “You’re not alone.” That is how we begin to heal.
So do not hide your wounds. Do not pretend they are invisible. Let them breathe— let them teach you tenderness, reminding you that every soul you meet is fighting a battle unseen.
We are all wounded, but we are also unbreakable. We may stumble, but we rise again. We may break, but we rebuild— stronger, wiser, and braver than before. Our scars are stories— not just of pain and loss but of courage and survival.
So if you feel broken today, know this, my love— you are not alone. You belong to a world of souls who wear their cracks with grace, shining light through their brokenness. And that— that is what makes us beautifully, irrevocably human.
It didn’t kill me, but something changed, A piece of me lost, forever estranged. I walked away, yet not the same, A shadowed soul, a quiet flame. That day took part of who I was, Left me searching, without cause. I carry on, but feel the void, A heart once whole, now destroyed. It didn’t end me, but I’m not whole— An echo remains, deep in my soul. I’m here, I breathe, but truth denied— A part of me, that day, quietly died.
God doesn’t make mistakes when He brings two together as One. It is the challenge and the blessing, and the connected management of these things which supports the Rise, and the Reward.
Together, managing the challenges well, the blessings are fortified and increased, much greater than originally.
If one chooses to be a slacker, they’ll take the original blessing, martyring the gift of the connection and leave the other with the challenge.
Sometimes, the one carrying the challenge will manage it on their own and rise exponentially, unexpectedly.
The reward is greater for this one than the original gift due to the extreme of the challenge.
The one who took the blessing and had fun at the others expense, receives no greater reward, and loses what they had, due to lack of effort, for betrayal, and for rejecting the gift of Union the Most High granted.
When Two Become One ~
It is said God / Goddess are unknowable. Humanity is made in the image of …
How many times have you noted yourself in relationship, sometimes for many years, and out of the blue you realize you never knew them? Resting in the energy, intimate in every way, yet still … unknown to you.
It isn’t a fluke or a trick, it is the hidden gem the Almighty seeded within each and every one of us, the unknowable.
Sometimes this unknowable quality is purposefully hidden.
Some think if they hide it rather than accept the challenge of metamorphosis, with Gods choice of partner, they can replace it with their own version and simply dress it up in the energy of … ‘tricking’ the Most High into believing they accepted the challenge, and ‘became’ accordingly … a villainous attempt to prove Gods Chosen unworthy by committing fraud, wearing a mask, donning their energy, and behaving in a degraded manner. They later say, I tried boss! But (s)he was a Hobag!!! The whole time the true true was buried under blame and shame.
The illusions can get very convoluted.
It is our duty in this union to grow with each other, to ‘become’ as One.
Mostly, people remain hung up on who they ‘think’ they are, they remain focused on their personal needs and desires, forgetting they are a new creation meant to increase together.
This art is about the freedom to unleash your true voice.
Culturally and by many things that have happened in our own lives, we can be hurt, afraid, and lock away our voice.
Truth is like an unquenchable flame, and the voice of truth burns you and the egos of those who hear it. It takes great courage to speak the truth to ourselves and to those around us.
We defend ourselves in order to live. We work very hard to build a defensive wall in our own hearts to do so. But the voice of truth breaks it down. That is why we are afraid.
But we are not alone, we are connected, and we help each other, even if not visibly.
We invite you into the great circle so that your voice of truth can be born again in distinction. We are free in every moment. This is an undeniable truth.
You have power.
Your heart can break all chains and fly in this moment.
The earth loves you and the universe is all for you.
Unleash the voice of your truth. It can be a word, a shout, a song, anything.
Unleash the birds of truth that have been locked up inside you into the universe.
It is scary at first. But once you open the door of your heart, you will be filled with true joy.
You will love yourself. You will regain your strength and awaken🕊️🌏✨
If they love you, they love every memory of you, Each wrinkle, a chapter to feel. If they love you they love you in present and past, They will kiss all the hurt till it heals.
If they love you, each scar becomes who you are; A page in your story of life. For love doesn’t see; it feels deep within; Love doesn’t cut like a knife.
Love doesn’t see imperfections, It only feels where love can grow. Love doesn’t go for the taking; Love is the give and the show.
Each weight we hold onto in whispers Can lift like a feather in flight, If we trust in all our imperfect And balance each dark with the light.
Be love, no secret disguises; Embrace every reason you lack; For love can never find you If you’re hiding behind your own back.
Love doesn’t see you as flawless; It sees you imperfectly planned. Love will love you completely When you reach out and hold your own hand.
So love you, love every memory of you, Each wrinkle, each chapter; just feel. Love all you are in present and past, For your love is your love to heal.
