Humans decorate the body- perfume it, pamper it, glorify it. In all these rituals it still will not deter death. Death comes like a thief and robs one of his youth. Its image plagues the mind with irrational fears. When man's illusion of his body is no longer adorned and worshiped; his soul will rise up from the burnt offering as smoke. The body is shed like a 'snake skin' with no fear of mortality.
My writing is inspired by my vivid dreams, my divine connection, my active imagination, my twin flame bond, and reflections on my daily life. Empowering women who are recovering from abuse and guiding souls through their spiritual awakening. May these words guide you to reclaim your voice, your heart, and your divine purpose.