This is a quick Renaissance Redux, I originally shared “Where Stories Come From” in January, however, my “Anachel” page has been given a face lift as well as a bit of content reworking. Anachel is the living story I began once I finally sat down to write Glow. To say art imitates life would be an understatement. What happens when one finds that the story isn’t a perfectly penned fictional account of imagined events? Turning out to be more like a personal manifesto for me to recognize when the “characters” and events starting entering my life, however symbolic they may be. I did the only thing one could, I began one step at a time.

 

 

Where Stories Come From

~by me

 When I write it’s as if a muse

Is whispering little white

Truths into my ear

That alone harbor no meaning

But stitched knit the tapestry

Beyond the veil of illusion

What I write does not affect one or the other

Yet silently reflects my deeper self

I hold no knowledge that isn’t already known

For that is to realize the quest accomplished by another

I am of knowing

As I pioneer a new quest intuitively on my own

I have a storyteller soul

With a language of its own

My thoughts and feelings

Bear no resemblance to my outward self

But resonate my one self

An ethereal being that changes form

From the slightest cosmic flux

 

 

It’s been quite the journey and yet this has been a new beginning for me; in the span of 3 years, I’ve changed my job, began writing a story, divorced, found out I have psychic (knowing) abilities-ones we all have if open- that I’m empathic and can feel people I’ve never met as if their energy is dancing right above mine, I’m clairvoyant {see the unseen}, clairaudient {hear the inaudible from the unseen}, clairsentinent {feel that which isn’t felt with the 5 senses}, I see spirits as sparks of light and dream travel {sometimes}. I’ve searched many places for the explanations of such and have decided to share my own journey through as it can be hard taking that first step.

 

There is a quote from “Eat Pray Love” by Elizabeth Gilbert that is a good springboard for me to use:

 

“In the end, I’ve come to believe in something I call “The Physics of the Quest.” A force in nature governed by laws as real as the laws of gravity. The rule of Quest Physics goes something like this: If you’re brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting, which can be anything from your house to bitter, old resentments, and set out on a truth-seeking journey, either externally or internally, and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher and if you are prepared, most of all, to face and forgive some very difficult realities about yourself, then the truth will not be withheld from you. “

 

It’s an endless journey but there are jump starts and as my desire is to write I’m here to share what I’ve found, what I’m still seeking, what resonates, as much as what I’ve let go. In the realm of spirit and that of expression in physicality, I went down the rabbit hole, lost some footing to find true ground, the foundation of self as I’m designed to be and hope to reflect my experiences to help others on similar journeys. We all are here to help others through as we navigate our own journeys, our own quests.  This rabbit hole is full of many twists and turns, many versions of Truth, many beliefs, many thoughts, many feelings… I plan on sharing this as well. From my own smooth transitions and growth, to the growing pains, the tears and frustration, my own staccato vacillation between old self and new self, the changes, unfolding of self, revealed through the snowflake-patterned expression of ones soul. Be well!

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