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Archaic Partings VII - (Short Story ~ Ghosts of my past selves)
Unlike Ebenezer Scrooge,
I had spoken to five of my own ghost selves today
They each told me things I have heard it before, perhaps it was madness to know what they were going to say yet I was still
so keen, so eager, so curious to hear it if something different may come out of it.
Let’s call the first one Betty, who said
“Things are set in stone, that is something that cannot be changed, it will happen just not the way you want it to happen, everything is strong, it is there, but would two hearts ever feel similarly mutual?—
You are always walking towards the same path, just in a different time, a soul in parallel universe, intersecting one another, by night, by day, by sunlight, by moonlight, by dusk, by dawn, there will be a crossroad, that’s inevitable, just never the when, the how, but always the time that is not yours for it to occur; unloosen yourself, move, sail away, if you felt that you were taken for granted, then spread your wings, you always have the choice, your spirit may never have the fear of losing you, because you have always been present, but if you become invisible, to switch yourself off, would your mind or body wonder & seek for you? perhaps, it’s time to do so, there’s a turn for everything, & this is your turn, so turn —”
Then came Alexandra
“So much care there, love, tenderness, even though they struggle to speak aloud, struggle to come out of the throat, but everything is evolving, progressing even though it doesn’t seem like it’s going nowhere, do you wonder why the heart is longing? Must you question yourself if you should breathe or you just breathe because it’s natural?”
Ah, Laiza, my favourite white witch she calls herself, & said
“A cycle is not over, but it’s coming to an end, everybody is learning, some must learn on their own. You can try to help, but it will never work when it’s meant only for a specific person to learn that lesson. The intention is always so clear, the feeling is there, have always been, will always be there no matter the facades , charades , shenanigans, roadblocks it’s shown to you; hang on, hang on, just a little more step, for I will always advise you if you must let go & never look back, you may think that timing is not in your favour but that’s because it’s not the time yet, must you rush for summer when winter is only just started & forget that spring has to come first before summer truly be showing its heat?” Everything is with time, nothing can be harvested if it’s not the season, will you eat the fruit that is not ripe?, again, patient is what you must master, it will all be worth it, if it was easy it would just be another passing passage, this is a lifetime, a lifetime of something so valuable will not be an easy thing —“
Then came Crystal, she was almost a hope with a doubtful wings who told me
“You are easy to speak your mind, but do you really speak your heart? It will be more & more roadblocks, & you must choose, wisely this time, if you truly want it, chase it even until you bleed to death, at least you tried or let it go. Either give it your all or just drop it. The ocean is in your heart, so much water, so deep, alas, the emotion that is made up the earth, all the azures; but who would want to be suffocated by that much love? only, another with such immensity will know how to swim amongst your river, dive into your trenches & would never ever drown; it’s no longer a question of who, when or where? it’s more of a wonder if there is one just like you exist? —“
Last but not least
Brittany, who said:
“There’s the knowingness of you to always be gripping, be tied to,
so unclasp, untie yourself, if there’s no reason to stay, why must you stay? You’re not needed so why must you stand there like you were?
you’re in complete control of taking that shackle off & leave, the key is there, you just choose to remain seated. Have you not seen your wings?, it is wide, ready, to fly anywhere, you’re not in a cage, you’re a wild magpie, raven, seagull, cockatoo, do they look like they’re caged up to you? Be free, that’s your entitlement. You go where you will be understood without saying a word, where you are welcomed like a new home, where you know you are needed, wanted, desired, longed for, that’s what you deserve, somewhere you belong, where that expansion of wings, of heart, will fit effortlessly—“
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In the end:
I realised how my thoughts have scattered from one persona to another in just one day. That, doubt & faith will come in & out in days when you just want to give up.
Another hard lesson of waiting today,
I didn’t want to anymore, so many waiting periods in my life that I thought to myself, how waiting does change your perspective on things, that perhaps, I have made myself so available for the world, but would the world be available for me if I need it? I guess, I have always been so present to those who take me for granted, what a core to hit, that when you’re always there, no one will have the fear of losing you just because you have allowed them to have such a power over you that, they know, no matter what you will stay. How is that make me of value? Of worth? Suddenly, the answer to that is nothing, & it was never an issue until today. So perhaps, I will say: “feel this warmth, but I hope when I finally, truly leave, disappear into the thin air that, my warmth that was just so easily felt, will be the greatest warmth you will ever have, for it will be the last summer you will ever feel” —
© D C de Oliveira | Archaic Partings VII | December 20 2018 | Thursday 10.46pm
#TwinFlame #PastLife #Ghostsofthepast #Soulmate #Enlightenment
#Poetizer #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #writersontumblr #spilledink
I had spoken to five of my own ghost selves today
They each told me things I have heard it before, perhaps it was madness to know what they were going to say yet I was still
so keen, so eager, so curious to hear it if something different may come out of it.
Let’s call the first one Betty, who said
“Things are set in stone, that is something that cannot be changed, it will happen just not the way you want it to happen, everything is strong, it is there, but would two hearts ever feel similarly mutual?—
You are always walking towards the same path, just in a different time, a soul in parallel universe, intersecting one another, by night, by day, by sunlight, by moonlight, by dusk, by dawn, there will be a crossroad, that’s inevitable, just never the when, the how, but always the time that is not yours for it to occur; unloosen yourself, move, sail away, if you felt that you were taken for granted, then spread your wings, you always have the choice, your spirit may never have the fear of losing you, because you have always been present, but if you become invisible, to switch yourself off, would your mind or body wonder & seek for you? perhaps, it’s time to do so, there’s a turn for everything, & this is your turn, so turn —”
Then came Alexandra
“So much care there, love, tenderness, even though they struggle to speak aloud, struggle to come out of the throat, but everything is evolving, progressing even though it doesn’t seem like it’s going nowhere, do you wonder why the heart is longing? Must you question yourself if you should breathe or you just breathe because it’s natural?”
Ah, Laiza, my favourite white witch she calls herself, & said
“A cycle is not over, but it’s coming to an end, everybody is learning, some must learn on their own. You can try to help, but it will never work when it’s meant only for a specific person to learn that lesson. The intention is always so clear, the feeling is there, have always been, will always be there no matter the facades , charades , shenanigans, roadblocks it’s shown to you; hang on, hang on, just a little more step, for I will always advise you if you must let go & never look back, you may think that timing is not in your favour but that’s because it’s not the time yet, must you rush for summer when winter is only just started & forget that spring has to come first before summer truly be showing its heat?” Everything is with time, nothing can be harvested if it’s not the season, will you eat the fruit that is not ripe?, again, patient is what you must master, it will all be worth it, if it was easy it would just be another passing passage, this is a lifetime, a lifetime of something so valuable will not be an easy thing —“
Then came Crystal, she was almost a hope with a doubtful wings who told me
“You are easy to speak your mind, but do you really speak your heart? It will be more & more roadblocks, & you must choose, wisely this time, if you truly want it, chase it even until you bleed to death, at least you tried or let it go. Either give it your all or just drop it. The ocean is in your heart, so much water, so deep, alas, the emotion that is made up the earth, all the azures; but who would want to be suffocated by that much love? only, another with such immensity will know how to swim amongst your river, dive into your trenches & would never ever drown; it’s no longer a question of who, when or where? it’s more of a wonder if there is one just like you exist? —“
Last but not least
Brittany, who said:
“There’s the knowingness of you to always be gripping, be tied to,
so unclasp, untie yourself, if there’s no reason to stay, why must you stay? You’re not needed so why must you stand there like you were?
you’re in complete control of taking that shackle off & leave, the key is there, you just choose to remain seated. Have you not seen your wings?, it is wide, ready, to fly anywhere, you’re not in a cage, you’re a wild magpie, raven, seagull, cockatoo, do they look like they’re caged up to you? Be free, that’s your entitlement. You go where you will be understood without saying a word, where you are welcomed like a new home, where you know you are needed, wanted, desired, longed for, that’s what you deserve, somewhere you belong, where that expansion of wings, of heart, will fit effortlessly—“
-
In the end:
I realised how my thoughts have scattered from one persona to another in just one day. That, doubt & faith will come in & out in days when you just want to give up.
Another hard lesson of waiting today,
I didn’t want to anymore, so many waiting periods in my life that I thought to myself, how waiting does change your perspective on things, that perhaps, I have made myself so available for the world, but would the world be available for me if I need it? I guess, I have always been so present to those who take me for granted, what a core to hit, that when you’re always there, no one will have the fear of losing you just because you have allowed them to have such a power over you that, they know, no matter what you will stay. How is that make me of value? Of worth? Suddenly, the answer to that is nothing, & it was never an issue until today. So perhaps, I will say: “feel this warmth, but I hope when I finally, truly leave, disappear into the thin air that, my warmth that was just so easily felt, will be the greatest warmth you will ever have, for it will be the last summer you will ever feel” —
© D C de Oliveira | Archaic Partings VII | December 20 2018 | Thursday 10.46pm
#TwinFlame #PastLife #Ghostsofthepast #Soulmate #Enlightenment
#Poetizer #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #writersontumblr #spilledink
