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.
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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. |