Ride The Dragon

 The best advice I can give to young women is this:

Learn to tame your dragon. Master your animalistic energies, so they don't master you.

The Man Who Walks With The Healer

 

When a man chooses a woman who follows her calling, his only chance to maintain the connection is in following her… and above all in creating space for her to follow her own path.

It may happen that he needs to abandon his own neediness, or that he finds a means of healing through their common path – but not in the gentlest manner.

When a man chooses a woman who heals the collective wounds of the women by following her calling, his Yes for her equals a Yes to a bigger purpose far beyond building a house or raising children. Their connection goes beyond fulfilling the classical gender role models.

For this man accepts the job of having the back of this woman, of catching her when she cannot transform the pain of the world anymore. It means for him to welcome a different form of sexuality, since healing on the level of sexuality is one of the most profound issues of the woman who needs to become a healer.

For him this, again, is about welcoming slowness, softness and healing – about holding back or redirecting his own drive… about being present for the whole.

Because when a man chooses a woman who aims for freedom, they can only achieve this together… and by him leaving his narcissistic aspects behind and recognizing the path of the woman as his own path towards freedom.

When a man chooses a woman who is bigger, he cannot dwell in the places of energies of oppression or of playing small. He – if he chooses to take on this mission with her – accepts a task serving the well-being of all men, even though it happens in the background. Within this background he creates space of security, of keeping her safe from an ambush bred by his own old wounds, driving her into submission.

When a man chooses a woman out of his fascination with her radiance and wisdom, it must be obvious to him that he cannot be stuck within his own deficits in a way that makes him want to diminish her radiance… purely out of fear of having to share her with others.

When a man chooses a woman who follows her calling, he cannot fear these words: respect, humility and surrender. He will rather walk the path of divinity – alongside his woman, the healer – with gratitude and an overflowing heart.

For such a woman will choose – if she ever needs to choose – in favor of the well-being of all women …and she will choose walking her path alone instead of leaving it for him. Nevertheless, she is aware of the power that lies in the presence of a man who is beating the drums… for her.

~Moksha Devi Sunshine

Life As A Twin Flame: The Day the Butterflies Died

 

January 2017

I did my best to push you away.

I didn't want to let you in but you were persistent.

There are so many unloved, neglected parts of myself that even I have a hard time accepting.

I built walls to protect myself.

I accepted a long time ago that I may never be loved the way I needed to be loved by a man unless he could see past my walls.

You found me at my lowest low and loved me anyway.. despite my hopelessness and brokenness.

Your soul came to my aide every time I needed you.

But when I finally felt we were at a place where we could finally level up with each other, you let me fall.

It created doubt.

It was a setback for me in a huge way.

My faith was shaken.

I want to believe that if you lied, it was to protect me.

Regardless, the damage was done.

And the man I needed you to be, my defender, did not come to my rescue.

I've never been a believer in fairytales until I met you and then I wanted to believe.

My spirit that day was crushed.

I never felt so alone in my life.

You are not to blame for the problems I had to face.

I only blame myself for allowing myself to be carried away by any expectations I placed on you.

I realize I misplaced my strength and needed to find it within me.

I have forged a new path for myself and am better because life demanded that I do so and do it alone.

It's always been in those darkest hours when I'm in great despair, crying out to an empty void, that God shows up because He hears me when it feels no one else does.

I am a woman that's been beaten down many times, and every time I find the strength to rise again.

I have learned a valuable lesson.

I have learned that I can depend on myself always.

I want to say to you, don't feel bad.

Don't feel bad for not being the hero I thought I needed you to be.. that's on me.

This is not a fairytale.

A twin flame journey is what I have labeled it.

And it has been full of what feels like heavens and hells.

But I would change nothing.

I don't doubt that you have loved me to the best of your ability.

The thing is it's not enough for me anymore.

I honestly don't know how I feel about you anymore.

I do know I'm not scared to know what you might or might not say to me.

Leaving things, as they are between us, feels unfinished.

It doesn't feel right.

This journey with you has healed many wounds.

That's what I want you to know.

I hope I've had the same effect on you.

I've realized a lot of things needed to change within myself and within my life (the inner and outer needed to align).

If you look at it from that perspective then you were part of forcing that change.

So, thank you. My soul needed that.

Journey well and be loved. XXOO

Beautiful Sins

 

she's mean to you

in a good way

inspiring you

to be more like fire

burning away old sins

to commit new ones

Twin Flame Dream- The Artwork

 

From Journal Entry 4/4/2012

I am at your house. We leave together. You then tell me about your artwork that you want to show me. I know there are some of me. I cry wishing you had told me. You hold me and tell me that I can leave and I’m not easy to be with but I can keep up. I agree.

 

From Journal Entry 12/17/2013

You sent me a letter. My neighbor received it and delivered it to me. In it you said your basement flooded and you were filing a lawsuit. It was on the news. You sent pictures. I was shocked.

 

Knowing you had drawings of me in my dream felt like we were building something together.

I'm the writer and you're the artist.

I write about our 5d connection and you etch it on paper.

I can't help but feel moved and inspired by you.

The many ways you see me, I’m sure comes through your art.

The emotional floods you've gone through, I went through them with you.

The madness you felt, I felt it too.

It wounded me deeply these dreams.

It felt like you lost your masterpieces or had to let go of them.

It felt like you were finished.

No more drawings, which was also a metaphor for letting me go in a way that you're not so emotionally entangled in me.

Maybe that's what you had to do to move on in your life.

And if that's the case I don’t blame you.

So many times, I've thought about being done myself.

No more writing.

No more books.

I’m done!

Maybe one day I will.

But that day isn't here yet.

But I also know how more alive you feel when you are creating something.

I know how much joy it brings you.

I know you have greatness in you, and your art was how you expressed it.

You are not ordinary.

I am not ordinary. 

And this love story is anything but ordinary.

There is no one who can write it or draw it better than us! #TenQuestions

 

Thinking Out Loud

 

these days i'm loud

you'll know exactly
what i think of you
ten years ago
you would of gotten
the watered down version
of myself
but meeting assholes
taught me
i don't have time
for this shit