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Wishing you all a
Bountiful, Joyful Christmas,
As another year of my lifeline comes to an end, I am blessed and filled with gratitude. A blessing of family and friends I encountered in life, who in my aid; have eased the torment of my physical, mental and spiritual imbalance... I persevered. Grateful to the whole universe that has sent me the perfect people for perfect lessons - all of those individuals and situations have trail blazed, and ushered me toward my higher good. The seventh of December is when the light of the world, gleamed from the interior; conceived out of a mother's womb. Decades of five or more... I wandered. From the dawn of innocence, unto the horizon; the setting of dusk is yet unknown adventure. In my travel towards spiritual journey, I know that Happiness is my Destiny. This day is specially made for me.
You speak your words and your words speaks of who you are. Your language paints picture of truth yet like clouds, truth gradually shifts. You are a wild flower constantly swaying with the wind. You savor with lust the subtle wicked in your friendly smile. Your story... dim... from your past and beyond darkness, you endure. Your gaze, distinct, sharp exquisitely, hypercritical; Yet undemanding, unchallenging. Care seemed not to be your cup of tea, but that’s not what I see. Out of darkness, you reveal with shimmering light; this meekness in your heart. Your shadow, portray your father’s love; Bold, Dominant, Stern. Nothing but in your weakness; the vast encounter in your life’s adventure; only strength sets you free. Your name brings true image, In Greek, in Latin, in Spanish; Only the one, who brings triumph and victory. C*Niirmala.bos.Dec2017
I felt this terrible pain as it etched my skin over and over for an hour and thirty minutes. I have no way of stopping for once it has started, it has to be finished. Finally, it stopped and the lady placed a clear plastic bandaged on my wrist.
For two weeks, I don’t have to soak my skin on water. No sweating and work-out allowed. No drinking of alcohol. No salty food. No direct exposure to sunlight. I have no way to complain because I wanted it.
You see, every time I see sleeves on some people’s’ arms, I question myself, how did they survive that sharp needle hammered repeatedly on their skin? Yet as a result, is a wonderful work of art.
I call it a masterpiece because not only that I view it as an Art, most importantly, it has a spiritual value to me. It served as a spiritual awakening and is a symbol of divinity and purity. It was the 14th of October that I realized it was the birth date of my spiritual teacher when I had this lotus flower tattoo engraved on my wrist.
I designed it myself but didn’t realized that there are already tons of similar designs as I searched online. I didn’t mind… but that’s not the point.
I conquered the fear of pain.
I was in a coffee shop and In my observation, I realize that even the way people greet one another, is becoming machine-controlled. It seems like, when one says, “How are you today?…” I am hearing a quick response from Siri or Alexa.
I think the influence of technology has ruled so much that the idea of being genuine and sincere of how we respond to a person has been lost, and is being replaced like that of an automated caller’s response from a 1-800 number. Isn’t that amazing?
NO, I don’t think so.
VOICE OF SOUL
Every Heart Has A Story.
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