Dre’mael has fallen, and life begins anew.
People think that Pokémon are the warriors because we do the physical fighting. How wrong they are, for what is a Pokémon without the guidance of a human?
Growth is a spiral. It’s not meant to be linear.
What you perceive as your greatest weaknesses are a doorway to your greatest abilities. The key must fit inside the lock, turn it and create a change in the lock’s pattern before the door can be opened. Creation at its heart must not be limited, the very act of creation demands to be free, unrestricted, without boundaries. You see the great ones, shamed and ridiculed for their acts and works, later are their gifts to the world recognized for their transcendence and far appreciated later on. Is this not the sign of the forerunner, the pioneer, the explorer who goes into the depths of the unknown to find absolution and treasure in their deepest darkness? In the dark you are not alone, although your vision tells you so. What greater hell is there beyond self imposed exile? Creation is that – an expression of the creator’s self. There is no need to cling to the past, accept it, learn from it, realize that it influences your future in subtle ways – no matter how you run, it will always be there, the crossroads sign you have long passed in your soul’s journey. Trust yourself, the ones who came and come, and especially the ones who are here with you now. Your expression reveals yourself in both creation and creator.
Hey, to me, you’re just a Big Bad Kitty.
The inspiration behind this site. A vision from May 31st, 2016.
There was no island city. No cataclysm of waters and storms, just the guardian winds. There was a Quartet, yes, but no Judge of Heaven imprisoned. Dremael, the centre world, where the Timekeeper Amatialle alone knew its passageways. Where I would search under the inky sky, a sky devoid of light, alit by fireflies. And […]
A series of rebuttals for a young scientist. Remember Psychology’s Most Important Lesson: Context.
Stepping into the ocean, what do you notice about the waves? Rough in the shallow parts, but when you start going deeper into the water, they’re gentler. Such is the love promised for you.
Hold on to a song of love, to a memory, to take your hand and never look back at the gilded cage. For there the bird cannot cry, the bird is alone, the bird cannot fly.
Sea of deep, ocean blue and green This shadowed plane between eternity Why am I wearing this soft white dress Why is your hair tied high and swinging in the wind? You, angel, of solitude and tears You’re not alone, don’t you fear Isn’t that why you called me here? Offer me aegis, offer me […]
Red and white, white and red Laid in triangles on my bed Don’t leave, don’t you leave just yet I can pretend, I can pretend You should be gone, but you’re still here This is the hardest nightmare You’re a terror adorned in white Trying to resist you with all my might I can pretend, […]
You said, “The sky is weeping.” A dream of God is merely that, a dream. Try as I might, my tears bear witness. I don’t know who you are anymore. A familiar face, a familiar touch Everything should be all right. Yet in my heart I know We’ve both changed. God willed for the sea […]
The thing about loving yourself before loving someone else, is that that’s part of the equation. The other part is that relationship teaches you things about yourself that you wouldn’t normally learn on your own. A human being is not an island, you aren’t supposed to live in isolation. Now there are examples of those […]