Deevine Consciousness

Imagine trying to shame an old version of me.

The first version of me is how I show up, the last version is how you did.

One does not need to believe in something for it to exist, only to be made aware of it’s existence.

I forgive you not only for myself but for the Love it takes to show such false acts something they’ve never will, nor had.

Religion or Spirituality, it doesn’t matter how we get there, as long as we get back home to God. Nothing, and I mean anything or one in this world is all truth without creative writing. Any group thinking that condemns one way to God for their way as the “only” is a false belief and used as control. God is good, period.

When you’re your own cheerleader success hits differently.

A preacher who invokes the lord is doing divination. A priest that speaks the world of the lord, is doing divination, a child of God who has awakened to the image within, is a divine child.

Being spiritual doesn’t make you a saint. Being religious doesn’t make you holy. Your “free” will determines so.

It’s such a beautiful thought to think that every smile you haven’t had yet, is planned for you, along with every tear, every lesson, every rise, as part of your future history.

Double standards eventually leave you singled out.

When you’re constantly being spiritually attacked the cosmic joke is; you can use those attacks as your offerings in reverse to those wrongly using their magic to the innocent. The power of her tongue held more weight then the roots in your work.

Imagine doing root work and binding spells for years! And getting “away” with it, all the while the time has come to pay the piper and all that happened was binding and rooting me deeper into gifts and abilities, now with even more allies.

She didn’t seek revenge, she Nothing you.

Hallows of ways Leads to souls days Little children run the streets With tricks up their sleeves Gathering treats Ghouls and goblins converge As the veils becomes thinnest Never to lose sight of the eve that Brings forth grave to moonlight For shadows beware Witches muddle where mundane Never dares, For when the mid night aligns Giggles are fast asleep It is the ghost of your doings That the reaper scores and keeps.

She so smart, as she boasted to herself, while all she did was allow a man to treat her like a door mat.

If it’s never said, it can never serve you.

Life hack; When you feel over whelmed in thoughts the trick is to become aware; On that moment, try the breath of trinity, Breathe in on the count of three, Hold for three, Exhale for three, Three times. Then speak to yourself and say I am not my thoughts, I am what I choose. 🙏🏼 🧘