‘I am realising the depth of my recent reflections and how easy it is for me to fall into these endless words of automatic writing. I don’t even know how I get here or what point it holds (it doesn’t need a point I am getting told… true, thank you). It’s so pleasurable to me, to get lost in my words/their words. My mind falls into this state of almost sleepiness when I close my eyes.. I could just stay here forever, alchemising, feeling the divine in my mind.. talking.. not talking.. telling me things I don’t yet understand. It is curious how I speak about ‘I’ but I don’t totally know who ‘I’ is. It also doesn’t matter, does it?’
This a space for me to share the raw, unedited conversations I have with my journal. Some are my own deep reflections and some are channelled messages from above: all of them inked with my own life experiences.
I don’t claim for all of these to be my own words and I don’t claim for all of them to be true. These words belong to the ethereal consciousness where every truth is different and the same, real and not: all true at once. My involvement with these words is only to give them a physical body, pen to paper, letting them out to the world. I find that they will sometimes draw on my own life experiences, past and present, to illustrate an idea, a metaphor. And sometimes I will stir the conversation in a certain direction if I intuitively feel intrigued by a question. Therefore the lines have become blurred of where my energy ends and something bigger takes over, but at the end of the day, it all as part of the same.
To try and not completely lose you adrift, my thoughts are written normally and they intertwine with downloads that I write in italics.
Most importantly, these are words: they will carry power to some and fall on the deaf ears of others. I have no personal expectations for them. But for whatever reason, they have decided to come to life through me and for another reason they have found your eyes today.
Take what speaks to your soul, what sparks your own inner dialogue and leave the rest.
So much love to you and happy reading xx
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The Matrix
I think I am in The Matrix sometimes, I very often think this is not real. And the Sun is one big lightbulb. That everyone around me is a paid actor
The Sun
It almost feels like it’s shinning just for me, like it’s chosen its spot for me to have this view. A gift for coming this way, for visiting.
Dusk pink skies
I come in and paint it all pink. And everyone goes ‘Awee look at the sky!!’.
Listening to the Earth
It is beautiful and powerful how places talk. They have a whole history, millennia of feet/creatures walking the Earth with their damage and their healing.
The Witch archetype
The word has become ugly, a taboo, but holds no real meaning. A witch is just a woman, the magic is only the talents that are natural to her.
Glastonbury Abbey
It must be the soul, what this place does, has done. Enchanted land.
Abundance
I think today I’ve understood Abundance
Raising your vibration
When you are unapologetically you, (im)perfect with your own vibrations, with your own shadows and light, then you come home because you understand at this point what you are and where you are