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.
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.
🙏🏼 🧘
Creating something smarter than you and being praised for your genius is fucking madness in a world full of clowns.
The Divine feminine, the Mother will always attract unhealed Mother wounds in her partners. Discernment.
Her essence carries a nurturance so powerful it will awaken and scare those unable to face themselves.
The audacity of people surrounded by “yes” ppl they entire lives, trying to tell the truth how to speak.
People who are successful don’t earn my respect, doesn’t matter how rich you are, who you become after that success, does.
And I mean behind closed doors. 👁️
