I’m a unicorn // a mystic // a dreamweaver as I spin my golden rhymes.

I drink heart-winged lattes with glittered blush fingertips.

Luminescence in larger-than-life shades.

I write by candlelight with gilded plumes.

Angels whisper in my ear: tales of grit and grace and the living light we are – the golden glow.

In a world where the Fallen Angels, the Giants {Anakim} and the fleet of Incarnated Angelic Winged-Warriors fight for cosmic balance…

Are you ready for my Once Upon a Time?

I’ve already shared this image and flow on my IG and FB account, but thought it appropriate to post here.

There is much happening behind the scenes: shifting, integrating, stepping out ready to be seen.

It’s been a long time coming.

As I polish up my manuscript, figure out query letters and pitching to agents all-the-while honing my brand, my essence expressed for all, I’ll put this Once Upon a Time offering here:

GLOW

“In a valley amidst the Rockies the Sleeping Giant lies waiting for the giants to rule again alongside their fathers, the Fallen. The city of Helena, Montana, residence to many supernatural beings converging here on Earth’s playing field, under the etheric temple of Archangel Michael. The Big Sky seemingly endless with the celestial lights twinkling above watching and waiting for the combined destiny of two opposites created to restore cosmic balance between dark and light; the epic battle foretold in all major religions and belief systems of faith as the beginning of the end.

A sudden influx of Fallen Angels spurs the incarnation of an Angelic fleet still in God’s Grace from the Milky Way Triad on a divine mission to curb the evil riot. Lead by Luxiel (Lux) who is short in stature but grand in spirit, her extensive angelic memories bound until the human experience will unlock her purpose and divine potential. She and Grayson meet on her first day of celestial incarnation in English Class, their bond immediately felt but unknowing of their coupled destiny and heavenly connection. He’s tall like a baby giant with unique mystical qualities and on a quest for his own truth.

Through walking the halls of High School, bleak astral forays, Cirque Du Spirit Halloween festivities and a growing connection, will Lux and Grayson remember who they are and fulfill their destiny in time? For the fate of humanity and the Universe rely on it.”

Categories: Writings

Tagged: Angel Tribe, creativity, gnosis, magic, mystic, mysticism, New Age, soul, spirituality, Urban Fantasy, writer, young adult urban fantasy

Glow Whole

Kristy

Posted on July 19, 2016

I wanted you to be my knight in shining armor

Scooping me up, whispering, “it’ll be okay.”

Cupping my face and kissing me

Until stars shone in my eyes

I wanted your heart to join mine

In this endless wake of today

Side-by-side

Soul-to-soul

You reach and I sense you

I see you reflected in the moon

I know you’re there

but you’re not here

I’ve wept

I’ve lamented

I’ve shut my heart saying no more…

Until it split open

So I crafted my own armor

From broken-hearted shards

And picked myself up

Letting the sun kiss my face

I rewrote my story

Word-by-word

Day-by-day

Until stars shone in my soul

Glowing whole

Whispering, “it’ll be okay.”

Categories: Expression of Self, Poetry

Tagged: Change, love, passion, Poem, poetry, Romance, soul, soul-mate, transformation

Golden Glow: Luxiel + Noxiel

Kristy

Posted on July 4, 2016

It’s a tradition for me to share the love on July 4th as it’s the yearly celebration of a man who inspired Noxiel <3 He’s a warrior heart, a shape shifter, a dreamer and believer, made of miracles and magic he defies gravity and has lived to tell a few of his own spirited stories.

May you bask in the golden Glow: Luxiel + Noxiel.

Photo credit via here.

“Not all angels lounge in the clouds strumming harps and singing love into the world. Some of us have to fight to protect, some of us get in the blood and the guts and the dust. Our wings singed-embers of the pure white you so innocently wield. We’re the left hand of the father. I don’t glow, I burn.” Noxiel said, his last sentiment catching me of guard, trying to imagine him burning versus my glow.

“Hahaha, okay, fair enough.” Settling in, I turn my palms skyward hoping to connect in to the cosmic energy and manifest that which is drawn to me, that which matches my energy and extension of my soul. I see them before I feel them in my hands. My thumbs trace the intricate patterns, elegant scripted scrolls worn into the handles with blades long, thin and tapered that glint and flicker in the fading sunlight. They are light and agile, tiny but durable. Just like me.

“Twin fighting Sais, that I did not expect. The blades seem to blur into a fiery tip as if not fully formed,” Noxiel shared reaching forward to touch them, his gaze appreciative and puzzled with my weapons that blend from form to formless.

“Yes, that’s because I don’t want to spill blood, I’d rather use my energy to fight. Now stop stalling, show me your weapon of choice. Unless you’ve decided to concede?” I said throwing a bit of arrogance his way considering how much he’s given me.

“Ouch, too late,” he cried out as one crimson drop of blood falls from his fingertip to the ground. The plants below wither and wilt. “How noble of you, ” he continued, his eyes transfixed with the vibrant green turf fading gray from one mere drop of his astral blood. Catching my eyes I can feel his gaze bore into me, daring me to ask why life recedes in his presence.

“If you have something to say, please say it,” he said raising one eyebrow as if to double dare. “And why would I concede? This is a battle that both sides have been anticipating for a millennia.” Quickly he closes his eyes but not before I see the pain cloud them, I feel it coursing below his cool surface. Waves envelope me as I feel the collective whole of it, letting it go I release it into light emanating off me, sending waves back of my own back. Opening his eyes, holding my gaze, I feel him soaking in my golden vibes.

“Lets do this already.” He said opening his hands skyward as flashes rhythmically pulse from his palms revealing a long bamboo rod when the strobed spectacle recedes.

“A stick? Really?” I said before I can stop myself. “How that would be helpful?”

“It’s called a Bo staff.” He said unperturbed with my tone. Raising his hand above his head, rotating the staff of the center of his palm, it appears anchored while perfectly spinning like a pinwheel above his head creating it’s own wind in its wake. Not skipping a beat, and maintaining eye contact, he shifts the staff from his left and right hand, clearly familiar with this weapon.

” Never mind, looks like I might learn something new today.” I exclaimed, my mind curious with the infinite possibilities. I place my Sais on my back, cris-crossed and snug in a harness that manifested when my need was known; I can feel the blades warm and ready against my flesh. I want to begin sans weapons, using simply my agility and skill. Weapons can be taken away or used against you. In being an extension of me, I’ll use them when the time is right, best to be my own energy to wield. I watch as the Bo glides expertly from above his head to behind his back and then finally on either side of his body. There’s a grace within his movements, an intention I can feel.

“Are you really going to come at me without your Sais? If they can be called that, more like a Seraph’s blade, pure flame of truth.” Noxiel said exasperatedly realizing that my weapons are put away. ” The thing with you love and lighters is you’re lost in the clouds. While I plan and calculate my next move. I am pre-emptive, while you are reactionary, “ he sharply responded. His tone is really beginning to annoy me. Who does he think he is telling me how I need to be?

“Why don’t we just begin and then you can see why I choose as I do.” I feel my scrolls begin to activate: two spirals on the top of each hand swirl and flow beginning a path of symbols, each one seemingly to ignite the next. One-by-one, the delicate luminescent lines travel up to my shoulders interconnected characters of a universal language in time, swooping over my clavicle and down my chest, traveling the full length of my torso and legs finally ending at my feet in the same spirals, like whirling vortexes of energy. I can feel his gaze, his appreciation of my extensive scrolls. I hear the crowd exhale; I had forgotten they were there with the private dialogue between Noxiel and I.

“You look like a living constellation, Luxiel.” He said, his admiration not lost as he takes me in from head to toe, the whole golden glow of my being. His Bo staff creating similar energy vortexes as my spiraled appendages.

“Thank you, Noxiel.” I responded, continuing to watch his expert hands play with the Bo. Lunging, rotating my body left, I’m able to land one magnificent kick squarely on his chest just as he swings the staff behind him. Falling back he instinctively grounds the bamboo rod into the ground, like a walking stick anchoring him, his face registering surprise, momentarily stunned that I gave the first hit.

“My head may be in the clouds, and I see nothing wrong with that, and sure, think of me as reactionary, a love and lighter as you so affectionately say. However, my actions are fueled by my passion and with the intuition I have I will deflect your pre-emptedness springing back to my original shape. Marveling at you and your sure footedness, here, in the same place.” I said quickly springing in a back flip, narrowly missing his staff attempting to sweep my feet out from under me. Shooting him a satisfied smile in intuiting his move, proving my point.

“You know, it’s not fair making me smile when I’m trying to fight… you ARE the exception to the rules.” He shared, his admission surprising me.

“What do you mean? What rules?” I stop to look at him wondering why he’d bring such sentiment in right now. No sooner do I make eye contact then I find myself flat on my back, staring up at the marbled sky mirroring the dance between light and dark here on the training field.

“Lesson one, don’t let your guard down. Ever. Even if someone is sweet talking you. Especially if someone is sweet talking you,“ he scolded me, as if I’ve failed him in falling for he oldest trick in the book.

“That was sweet talking? Thanks for the lesson. I’ll remember that one, always.” Getting up, brushing the dust off I won’t let him get to me.

“I don’t fault you for it, it’s my job to help you hone your skills. Now, I’m not going to fight you weaponless.” He said tossing his Bo aside to affirm this. The air between us begins to flux as he moves his wings with the ease of a hummingbird and the might of an eagle “Catch me, Lux.” He said lifting off the ground and soaring high above in the sky moving to the horizon at a pace a comet would envy.

“And just like that, he’s gone. I don’t chase,” I muttered. The crowd erupts in cheers, mainly from the dark angel posse. ArchangelMichael looks over, motioning me to continue. Settling my breath, I close my eyes letting myself blend with all around. Reaching out I can feel Noxiel, the wind in his face as he swoops and glides feeling free without a care in the universe, his wings longing to be stretched to their fullest wingspan in majestic splendor. Suddenly, I appear right in front of him, my arms grab his, bringing them behind as I spiral towards the ground with him.

“Hi stranger, how are you?” I asked, tightening my arms around his in a giant bear hug, impeding his ability to direct our tandem flight I allow my wings to expand encompassing all around us.

“Your wings don’t end either, just like your twin Sais.” He shared in awe until he sees our trajectory. “We’re headed for the ground.” He alarmingly shouted squirming in my hold.

I adjust aim for our green meadow, the gray tinged spot our target. Only fitting to bring him back to the same exact spot from which he left.

“I’m not going to let you drill me into the death spot.” He unfurls his wings to a full wingspan, the resistance impeding my downward spiral.

“I’m not going to drill you into the dust spot. I just happen to like speed. If you’re afraid I can slow us down…. “ I said challenging him.

“Not a chance, let me gives us a little more gusto.” Retracting his wings, suddenly we’re picking up speed hurling toward the lifeless spot about to become lifeless ourself.

“Uh oh,” I responded realizing I won’t have time to break away before impact. I wasn’t accounting for the synergistic speed of both our wings working together.

Suddenly, Noxiel disappears into cinders slipping through my fingers. Before I can form an intention, I shift to an orb of light bobbing just above the surface. I’m not sure where Noxiel went until I hear him chuckling next to me.

“Well, it seems we’re both able to transform at the slightest whim. That’ll make this interesting for sure. Only now I’m a bit tired, it takes a heavy dose of energy to do that. Even though the ground is a mental construct, it’s hard not to think one will be smashed to a bloody pulp upon impact.” He grins clearly enjoying the rush the adrenaline gave us with our perceived near impact.

“It’s hard not to believe this illusion. I’m not tired though, I feel energized.” Flexing each wing, my scrolls pulse and glow. I feel alive, empowered and, for the first time, ready for what’s to come.

Categories: Writings

Tagged: angels, creative writing, fiction, Glow, Personal Power, Urban Fantasy, writer

An Army of ONE: Does God Change?

Kristy

Posted on June 30, 2016

I began to share this piece a week or so ago after facing a fear of mine: the fear of being vulnerable.

After stalling most of the night, I bit the bullet and sent the emails introducing myself, finally connecting with the agents I’ll be pitching my Glow manuscript to at an upcoming writers conference.

Flying high after such a feat, I came to my computer and began fixing this up so that it would be just right.

I wanted to share some of my joy.

When I shared it before, in a spiritual forum, it was misunderstood. It’s not about a monolithic God or Creator; the very mark of the universe is its ever expanding and dynamic nature. In contrast, it’s about how many different iterations and belief systems of faith we’ve been handed down all coming from the same effect of an inner soul-stirring. And yet when you gather them up, how different they’ve all become.

I’ve decided some things are worth the risk of being misunderstood, and, at the very least, can spur a healthy discussion. Rather than let this collect dust in draft form, I’m going to release it.

Given the past, given the current events and where I hope we all become in the future, I share this: I’m an army of ONE and my love is my gun.

We have free will, we have choices, our ladders to the stars, we want to believe that there is not a master puppeteer manipulating our strings.

We have fate, we are our destiny, and yet when things go wrong, when we trod down the ill trimmed path, we look up and ask,” WHY is this so?”

When will we quit looking to God to blame and turn the why’s inward?

In my belief God/Creator does not change as evidenced in the myriad of belief systems of faith.

We do and our interpretations of said God/Creator are the reason behind the Judeo-Christian-Islamic triad with the God that changes, as well as countless other religions and spiritual practices both ancient and modern united with a thread of Truth.

God doesn’t need help, we do, but we look to God rather than looking inward with the questions demanding answers.

It’s not that we don’t have help from above. We have guiding lights (angels, kachinas, devas, spirit guides, ascended masters, saints, etc,.)

But to ask for free will, means we collectively created this. And only through assuming accountability can we find the path out.

In the almost six years since having my spiritual awakening I’ve read much, experienced more and have come away with the belief that too much emphasis is on the divisions, the reasons why things are different or the impetus for such divergences.

They are there just as much as we have different cultures, languages, interpretations of art, morals, values, and music, because all have one common factor: our expression,

The understanding and relating to another of the above is different, for each and every one of us.

Difference is not indicative of change, change is the snow flake patterned expression of soul resulting in self. And through this self -you hear of true self/higher self/one self- regardless, there is in all of us a self that knows but does not remember, yet.

We all are of the same light and yet different expressions of here and now.

As we remember, receive messages and guidance, how we embody, relate and express will affect how it’s received, interpreted and, possibly, relayed through friends and family.

And if a strong enough resonance found… through time.

Many of the religions started with one person who shared his/her experience.

It’s a similar message that has been restated and retold regionally throughout our human existence.

Hence the reason for the similarities, nexus points, or seeing through the words and symbols to the meaning.

The thread of love, compassion and grace.

In my belief life is cyclical and in certain times there is no need for grand theatrics of messages as one is inherently aware but as we move through cycles the messages become less and less of a Truth and more and more of the human condition.

We anthropomorphize God/Creator and one can understand why.

How do you begin to understand something or someone you do not know and cannot even fathom? Our mind maneuvers this by sifting it into terms understood, a frame of reference, and use this to relate.

As Krishna stated to Arjuna, “do not pray to unmanifest as you cannot comprehend, pray to manifest.”

And we’ve seen the manifest and messages throughout time to help us remember what we already know.

To see through the human condition muddying the waters is to see the light, the love- the eternal presence or God, Heavenly Father /Divine mother, Creator- Source.

As we move through time I believe conditions change and this understanding or knowing is not difficult.

In a way, it just happens. Like sitting down with a pen and writing without ever having knowledge yet know.

To begin to feel the connectedness with another and, through which, I understand oneness.

To see through the human condition to the spirit that is within all: within you and within me.

Soul.

I do not believe that mere chance has brought us to where we are today just as I don’t believe it’s chance guiding us out. I do not claim to have all the answers but to understand the design of creation is to understand the pattern as it unfolds.

There are no endings just new beginnings, to me the question isn’t why the steps along the cycle .. the doctrines, religions, spiritual practices which are different…

The question is, “what now?”

For the only thing permanent is change, everything else is temporary.

Categories: Expression of Self

Tagged: faith, God, hate, hope, love, mental-health, religion, spirituality

A Wrinkled Heart: Don’t try and fix it, just feel it.

Kristy

Posted on June 22, 2016

“Mama, I have a wrinkle in my heart,” my daughter Marlie said, her baby blues locked with mine. I was steps away yet frozen in time as I knew I couldn’t move an inch and break this moment of truth.

“I know, sweetie, my heart is full of wrinkles,” I responded, my voice soft as I knew what was coming.

“It hurts,” she said as one crystalline tear escaped from the corner of her eye.

I wanted to scoop her up, tell her it’s all okay, make her laugh, dance, play… anything but feel what she was feeling…

And yet I knew, feeling is the key. I’ve been trying to learn how to access such within me for the past 6 years.

“I know, I feel it too. But I’ve come to find the only way to unwrinkle your heart, is to feel and let the release of emotion smooth it over.” I shared, aching in knowing this is only the beginning for my 7 year old but seeing myself reflected there within her, recalling feeling the moment the first wrinkle marked my heart human.

A few months ago I found myself at a crossroad, old wounds surfaced and while I was aware of this dormant energy releasing, I also knew that I needed space to sift through the happenings creating a needed safe container to find and center myself in the midst.

The incident has since played in my mind over and over again.

I wanted to know, “Was I wrong?” If so, then I’ll apologize straight away.

I wanted to know, “Was I right?” If so, then I’ll wait for the apology due to me.

Perhaps, there’s a third answer. We’re both right, we’re both wrong and it simply was a lesson for us to own as we navigate through.

A wrinkle in time for our eternal selves to ripple in being.

So often we move through life with wounds that ache, our wrinkled hearts reactive, disconnected from the inner-knowing-intuitive-wholehearted-self and we don’t realize when the wounds have been touched blooming into anger.

How dare you!

How dare one, indeed.

Anger is boundary restoring. It’s labeled as bad – but truly it’s a red flag. Something is not right and your body knows.

It’s begging for your attention, wanting to restore harmony.

True forgiveness can only be redeemed once the belly of the beast is revealed.

The key is to sit with the feeling -try not to act out and hurt another (easier said than done, believe me) -get under it, explore it, get curious and reckon with the story attached as anger is a secondary emotion meaning that it’s not the core of the issue, but the masking of some other emotion you’ve yet to feel.
Grief, pain, isolation, broken-hearted, anxiety, confusion.

There’s something happening under the surface, our human instinct is to label it: good, bad, or ugly.. but it’s neither.

It’s all.

It’s half of one three-halves of another ;)

It’s change, clearing and growth, if you let it. If your ready. I’ve only recently let some emotions smooth out wrinkles from age 7.

Feelings are energy and if not felt, they can tunnel deep and fester, wrinkling your beautiful heart as it hemorrhages, pain your pulse. T he energy it takes to withhold such feeling flow drains you of the very vitality needed for a connected, authentic, vulnerable life.

Buried feelings can arise at the simplest moment, building into a fiery dragon ready to kick ass and take names.

And yet, we come into this world full of love, belonging and connection, wholly who we are.

In growing up we block off, block the flow of love – the most abundant energetic force in the universe.

We disconnect to protect, to disengage and cocoon our vulnerable self. But the tricky fact is that this armor keeps connections from coming in, keeps us from connecting within, until we slowly break down the walls.

This return is a process. It’s the crux of the human saga. As spirit feel, as a human express don’t repress, removing the wrinkles becoming wholehearted, again.

Whole is: the good + the bad + the ugly = beautiful-hot-mess-of-a-truth you are.

You are luminous, awe-inspiring authentic and damn compelling, just as you are.

We don’t need to take concepts, the fix, from our heads to our hearts, there is no rationality or thought that will navigate you out of the labyrinth of emotions; natures guidpost to health and healing, take the knowing your heart and soul has up to your heads and pump that pulse of spirit throughout your body resurrecting and redeeming it in your bones.

You come equipped and already know how to do this, you simply need to remember.

You were born this way.

You don’t need fixing, you need loving and crying and joy and laughing and fiery fury and messy confusion, YOU- the whole you- expressed.

A poem of mine circa 1991, pink spiraled notebook and bubble letters. I knew more then about the truth of life, only now my wizened heart can embody the lessons gleaned.

Categories: Expression of Self

Tagged: anger, emotions, feeling, healing, love, soul, Wholehearted

Spirit Awakening: How to reclaim your life.

Kristy

Posted on May 12, 2016

They say love is patient and kind, but I say love is fierce too.

I know what it’s like to muster all the courage you have to walk away from a life you so dutifully crafted while it falls to pieces. Acknowledging the hole tunneled directly through your heart, like swiss cheese, leaving an ache so unbearable that sometimes that’s all you felt.

If you even felt at all.

I know the despair in knowing that you’ll have to walk this journey alone.

Make no mistake, there are those that will come along: friends and family who can sit with you and let you fall to pieces too.

But most can’t.

Regardless of those sent to help, no one can take the steps for you. No one can instill the lessons needing to be gleaned as well and as the wisdom to sift through the bullshit to let go.

About the same time I realized I needed to leave my marriage, I went through what is called a spiritual awakening.

What one awakens is a debate, one that many theologians, scholars, mystics and scientists like to provide certainty with what it IS.

But the only absolute known is the vastness of the unknown. This unknown is where my journey began as who flips life this late in the game?

Would I be happy? Would I find a loving relationship? Will I finish the novel I started? Will I live into all the new dreams I had cast out to the universe for me?

Will I know me?

I was leaving a marriage, a career, a life, casting off all the knowns and certainty I had cocooned myself with to embark on this new chapter only there was no map highlighting how to get there.

There are dozens of self-help books the key piece being self help. And not every method that works for another will work for you, or worked for me.

My self ached, deeply, for a connection that felt so close and yet light years away.

What do you fill an eternal ache with?

The eternal, love.

The eternal love.

I filled bookshelves with accounts of such: major religious texts, new age, philosophy, self-help, memoirs and science – neuroscience, physics with a little microbiology and epigenetics.

I soaked myself in the paths foraged by others, wanting to find the answer.

Who am I?

Why am I here?

Why are we all here now on this little blue planet rotating and revolving around a massive fire ball that is the exact distance and temperature needed to foster life?

How are two equal, but opposite truths, true.

How are we made of stardust and essence flux?

Body, mind + spirit?

Here we are in our little home that is but one galaxy amongst a grander whole… the Universe.

Here’s where the vast unknowns unfold most fervently. I wanted to know my place in the world, this universe, within myself.

I wanted to know why a story, Glow, had filtered down to and through me forever affecting the trajectory of my life. I had asked for it, sure, but the response was a fervent whisper begging me to wake-up.

But then… who was speaking?

I could say the beginning of this journey was 6 years ago, or 38 years ago, or whenever the essence of me sparked into existence (not sure the date of that).

But it’s really irrelevant as time has holes too.

I had found some amazing truths from other’s journeys between book covers. But not all fit. No 10 steps healed me or helped me finish my novel in 90 days.

No, I’m here, in the middle of it all yet centered in my core, knowing the love that I am and the light I cast when I venture into the dark.

I still feel the ache, sometimes. But it’s a whole hell of a lot less than it was.

That’s the thing with journeys, especially when using stars as a guide, you don’t ever get there, but you do know when you’re going in the right direction, your spirit your north star.

Follow the whispers, the synchronicities, the miracles and magic. What feels right.

The hero’s journey, the dark night of the soul, the 40 days in the woods, the sweat lodge, meditation, the casting off of earthly delights, all describe this process of letting go, shedding the old and ushering in the new.

Only the new isn’t really new as it’s the truth and return to who I really am. Who you really are.

That’s who whispers, dear one.

That’s who cradles you in the dark, while fierce love swirls into existence the ability to go off on one’s own and come back.

Spirit awakening.

The reclaiming of life is almost as difficult as the journey for you have new stories to tell, newfound truths, perspectives and beliefs. Many will want to hear, to know their way.

But the crux of it is sitting still with your spirit self and listening.

I share this with people and they groan as they’d rather I tell them what to do, how to proceed. But you already know what you want, what you need and how to get yourself there.

It’s not easy but it is simple.

No one will make you go, but you may find a day when the eternal ache is so debilitating that you can’t go further content in discontent, even if it means falling to pieces only to put yourself back together again. After the great fall, comes the rise once you’ve reckoned with your story, your emotions, owning your shit, your magic + the light you become in the dark…your divine spirit guide to a reclaimed life.

Am I Happy? Oh, hell yeah! I get sad and frustrated and confused and impatient and full of wonder too. I feel it all.

Am I in a loving relationship? Yes, I got that too, only the love I needed was self-love. When I fill that hole with my eternal love drawing love from the eternal, I can greet the days no matter the unknowns.

Will I finish the book I started? It’s so close. I pitch the manuscript this summer. It’s hard work. Creativity and tapping into the flow of your gift feels wonderful, but there are tedious parts too. Just sit your ass down and you’ll capture the miracles and magic that abound if you sit long enough.

Will I live into the new dreams? Dreams aren’t realities unless we make them so; they aren’t handed to us wrapped in a silken bow. To be honest, I already am and it’s only just the beginning :)

Who am I? I’m an expression of my soul, the part of me that remains connected to all that is. Just what that means changes as I grow and unfold returning to me, again and again.. my shimmering eternal spirit.

The fierce love that propelled me to shake things up, to fall apart exposing my mess had to happen for me to know myself in a way that could never come without the reckoning and rumble with the dark night of my soul as I became the light, illuminating the way through insight.

I’m still living into a new way of being.

But it all begins at the start. From the first whisper.

Do you hear it?

Categories: Expression of Self

Tagged: growth, healing, Presence, Self-help, soul, spirituality

The lotus

Kristy

Posted on May 5, 2016

The lotus:

Wherever you are, whenever you are, whatever you are…

I feel you stirring deep in me

To finally quench a longing,

Of this woman I am to be

For wherever you are, whenever you are, whatever you are…

Your love has helped me see

It’s beautiful to bloom and open

Revealing the lotus inside of me

I’m a hopeful romantic. I have notebooks filled with poetry and prose echoing such sentiment. My passion knew no bounds, except when it came to living completely aligned with my heart’s tunneled desires.

I can write the most beautiful once upon a times, but when it came to crossing the threshold of my own happily ever after, I found myself unsure how to begin.

It’s much easier to write with pen and pad, than choice-by-choice filled days.

The lotus is written for a man I deeply love. I always have and always will.

We met online and began our soul dance: angelic stories, past lives, empathic resonance, destinies intertwined as we both set out to let go of what held us back from living our spiritual longings and desires.

His heart felt me first.

I started this blog initially titled Anachel, my spiritual name revealed through him and our soul growth through time. He’s divinely masculine allowing me to find my buried feminine energy and connect to the fruits of her expression: intuition, creativity, desire, nurturing, relational and the ability to ease into life allowing the interconnected nature of all that is permeate my reality.

We were fortunate enough to find each other, here and now. He entered when I needed to know love in a way I never allowed: vulnerable, passion + grace filled moments where the depth of life unfolds.

The sweet becoming.

We’re both seekers unable to rest until we’ve wrestled each mystery and lassoed each truth following the joy-filled path of the spiritual search, opening up to the infinite possibilities that exist the moment you allow, “What if…” to entertain your journey.

I started writing the novel, Anachel, to recount our relationship as it folded into this awakening of mine. It’s the story of my heart inside out, the result of dropping the act and armor showing up, naked in being, bringing breast to chest opening up to the constellations of hopes and dreams we all possess.

He held me in the dark unknown as I learned to trust my light, paving the way for this woman I was to become to go forth in life, and love, wholehearted and all in.

About a year ago I had a pink lotus tattooed on my right wrist. It’s symbolic of opening up to love, to the feminine consciousness I, now, embody in greeting the day with an open heart and open mind.

When he and I parted ways, my heart broke. I then realized that in loving him I opened and the only thing broken were my expectations. Even then, what greater gift can one give than to know thyself?

Trust the timing in your life, the your heart knows and will guide.

Soul mates come and can go, but their touch lingers in the chambers of one’s heart, a locket of love.

Categories: Anachel, Expression of Self

Tagged: conscious love, desire, lotus, love, passion, Poem, poetry, Romance, soul mates, Spiritual Awakening

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