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Post by creativesoul » July 19th, 2010, 3:12 pm

again she woke with the suns powerful rays coming up over the ocean and delicately touching her eyelashes, not the eyes of youth wake her up this morning.Wisdom had been knocking on her door for awhile now- she could feel people in a a way much like the partially sighted grab you and feel your face..there are five acres of banana trees, a large vegetable garden, orange trees, fig trees , mango trees and avacado, even a fig tree.The scent of plumeria opened places of the heart that had been closed a long time.That she was living here at all was proof that walking in a good way, healing people and herself was infact the right thing to do. The gifts she had been given were both a blessing and a curse. That level of sensativity had an unusual set of requirements- She had picked up a hitch hiker a while back and worked on her, today the girl thanked her and said she had been out of pain for three days..the last time she had seen her, she had worked on her. She had forgotten about that.A long time ago she could not work on people because she took on their energy, not anymore.Detachment seemed a continual lesson.
Learning to listen to the spirit world and what is before us each day seems to be the best solution, and just one cigarette. The tradewinds are blowing today, with the glisten on the water and the palm trees doing the hula on the lawn. The allure of this place is magical. there is often is heat coming from the ground-.
sometimes. The clock is ticking but it does not tell much of the time. the sickness that people have is soul fragmentation, they are shattered with a belief system supported by ideas that connect them to emotions that comfort them, which often mislead them, into repeating the same lessons over and over- just a different song.The tea leaves rustle, the chimes tingle, the corn reaches for the sky.The clouds come over and bless us with rain, the quiet is a gift that is priceless-the ocean mists are just beyond the ironwood trees.This castle brought me here to heal myself and others.
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---

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