![]() 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.
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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 I see inside me shit particles stirred up and flying around like dust 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 useful where I can see myself again in peace and dust-free. 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. |
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Maria Rosenkreutz
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. |