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.
Jetzt bin ich kein Todesfall mehr.
Jetzt bin ich ein Lebensfall.
Seit Men Ri Lopon mir gesagt hat:
Es gibt keinen Weg.
Anders geht's nicht.
་I am building a new home
made of bags
I need one utensil, one knife, only
it has to cut my finger
when I am thirsty
so I can drink my blood
when I am horny
so I will feel the cut
my hair, when I need union
with God and everything
and most of all
the other self which
is not me/mine/my self.
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.