Revealing Love
Fuck the filter when it’s all the truth and it always has been. What changes is the voice of a storyteller over time. Be careful though. Prying minds might unleash a vault of emotions that isn’t safe for anyone to unlock.
Priceless
All along.
Every encounter in every relationship and every moment by sharing experiences impacts the world with a rippling effect. View it as skipping stones across the surface of still water or like doing the biggest cannonball jump off a cliff with turbulent water below. Different strokes for different folks and different actions depending on the situation. What matters is the intention. By choosing to love people, all people, we are doing God’s will and investing in the greatest natural resource there is… us, all of us, people everywhere, connected, united in this existence for the good of all. Everyone matters. And everyone should be valued despite whatever monetary units have been attached to their name, identity, character, role, entity, title, label, brand… you get the idea. Our worth shouldnt have anything to do with money. We all provide something that is truly priceless… human connection and love for every person. Just being a friend can make all the difference. Unconditional love may seem like complete madness at times but thats the heart of Jesus. Believing is seeing. Bless all you beautiful people!
Lucidity
Check in with all 5 senses before deciding what´s real. If they dońt all align, use the 6th… INTUITION! If it feels too good to be true, yoúre probably dreaming. Dońt forget yoúre in control no matter what state yoúre in.
Never let go of a dream. You might not like where it goes. Hold on and pivet as needed.
Virtual Reality
How do you see me?
I thought I hid well
Was I wrong?
I’m beginning to understand
As I listen to the wind
My companion with every passing breath
Through all my aches
And all my tears
I still wander and drift
Standing inside the dreams
Do you steal my thoughts?
These burning words
That never seem to surface
Manipulation pursues is all
Catching the voices
We refuse to say are there
Not a cry or a warning
Or a piece of something real