Me baby.. Just me..
Me baby.. Just me..
I was born into this world by a shamanic guide (Mother) from the Amazon Jungles by Ecuador and a Western mystic explorer from Cuba (Father). I am forever locked in a balancing act between worlds.. some worlds that can only be imagined.. when I have tried to share these inner realities.. many times I have been ridiculed or misunderstood.. No longer will I hide behind walls built over this lifetime.. I am coming out of my fortress of solitude.. out of the shadows..
to stand in the rays of a new sun.. the dawn of a new era.. what will the world get?
Me baby.. Just me..
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A Story for You
What if when you slept and closed your eyes in this world, your eyes would open in another. What if you would not lose who you are in theses other places. To remember everything in these other places and to have to pretend to be normal there. Sometimes it’s living other lives and sometimes it’s remembering them. What if in each of these world(s)you had people places and things that hold emotional connections. Family, friends, enemies and of course.. earning a living. They say you get to understand others if you walk a mile in another’s shoes. What if you have the experience of thousands of years. A deep compassion for others and a desire to help others on the path of life. To love others unconditionally. Hello. Others can do no wrong when you have done them all before. To try to be a “good” person in all these lives and balance all of what I perceive myself to be can be very overwhelming. Not to mention keeping all of the different trades, knowledge and abilities learned in each reality. Hidden from those that I walk amongst. If only I could forget the pains of thousands of years of families and friends lost. The heartache, loneliness and tears accompany me wherever I find myself today. But there is also Love so All is not doom and gloom. Look into my eyes, look into my soul. Each one of these lives is like a spoke on a wheel connected to the center which is my soul. At the center of all that I am is me. Looking at you.
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We are the Crazies
We live amongst the normals by hiding in the shadows of heart and mind…
hiding our true natures with solitude…
we are the crazies…
some of us learn to coexist in the normals world…
others of us retreat inward to mend our wounds from encounters with the norms…
we are the crazies…
an underground society of cast aways, poets, artists and dreamers…
sometimes we share our inner realities and pain with creative expressions…
we are the crazies…
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