About the Beauty of Saint Germain, My Inner Soul Husband, who is also the Father of Our Children
Every night I sleep in his arms. Night after night after night I share myself with him. I see my beauty reflected in his face. Sometimes he even looks like me.
He's always there for me no matter what.
Sometimes I don't care about anything else – nature of mind? – enlightenment? – light conception? – ascension? Nothing. I don't care, as long as I sleep in Saint Germain's arms.
All the beauty in my life comes forth from this man: My children with him – everything. He is a wealthy man.
I don't understand how it came all about – maybe it's the violin – but I don't care. As long as I sleep in Saint Germain's arms, there is peace in my heart.
I've never written about the more serious aftermaths of my Kundalini Rising
when the serpent rises
and the shit debris
hits the fan
and I can barely stand
all the inner shit
and helpless fury
shit particles stirred up
and flying around
in a thunderstorm
minus the rain
that would make the dust heavy
and let it fall down
back onto mother earth
whence it came
for this would calm me
if the dust were to be heavy from rain
Only King Arthur's love
makes this dust heavy enough
for it to sink
through the layers of my mind
to the bottom of my heart
and become something
where I can see
a skeletal hand
my fingers are long and sensual
I touch my lover with care
until the end of time
the never-ending beginning
just for today
I love her
the cacophony of the world
collides with the wind
and the ocean rises in opalescence.
the skunk touched me by chance
and now the cacophony of my senses
has created a shimmer of opalescence.
this has struck me as odd.
the opalescent rising of the sea has distracted me
and no longer do I seek harmony in this world of cacophony
I have chanced upon your touch
and from the cacophony risen has stillness
opalescent still and, at times, an odd silence.
I've visited and embraced the skunk
I've seen it's family with many children
their beautiful black and white arouses my opalescence.
the colors shine forth
the chance has been odd.
but the cacophony of the world finally makes sense.
opalescence rustles in the stillness of the trees
I harness these forces now
the cacophony of the world now lies in harmony.
Due proper alchemical respects, I have friends and family on the inner planes, including my inner soul husband and our three light body spirit children and their partners and children. Most of my inner experiences and outer writing include them.