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Shadow mirrors with

Open doors to

Unseen chains

Loneliness dressed in codes

Loveless lullaby, to slowly

Execute creative heads into a

Silent

Slumber

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Imo, every man should experience, if only even once, what it's like to be truly loved and desired by a woman.

A body can't hide what it wants (forever). And most women won't try to hide desire once they feel truly safe (ꄗ!) expressing it with no reservation. Some men don't understand how hungry a woman can be until they have truly met someone insatiable. Kinda like opening Pandora's box filled with love. So much love. And even more love.

She will go after his soul. Not just his body. Cartographing every single corner of his soul. The light and the dark. If she truly loves her man, she speaks the language of giving. To give wholeheartedly. Women have an almost infinite capacity to give. Other men don't even exist cuz she is too busy mapping his soul. Instead of ego she shows elegance.

I guess, once men have experienced this and are loved, desired, respected and adored and (in a weird way) worshipped like this...they are kinda "ruined" cuz nothing else hits. Loving someone is one thing but to be loved back hungrily. That's fire on fire. All consuming for sure. That's probably the reason why some men can't let go of an ex partner. It changes them. I don't think a lot of men these days know how it feels. It makes me sad. So much of that intensity has been mined and exploited for cheap profit.

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Sometimes the soul longs with such a violent, hearable melodic call that you can almost taste its sweet electric curves. Only love can anchor me but at the same time it unleashes a primal vitality inside of the soul, that feels fiercely and gloriously untamed to the point that it is devastatingly consuming. The urge to be wholly devoured by that which ignites the soul.

But to love in a world that rewards detachment is an act of spiritual rebellion.

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The beauty of simplicity.

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Personal thoughts on manifestation: If your energy is reactive, no amount of journaling, affirming or scripting will work to manifest xyz.

In my own experience the body must become still enough to broadcast something new. In silence if you will.

You don't need another healing. You need to remember that you are already plugged into Universe/Source. You are the so called "Matrix" and you have the power to break free.

You just forgot how to run the energy. Our ancestors knew about Ether or Aether. Imagine Ether as some kind of electricity. Maybe if you are able to work with energy you know what I mean here.

For example when you sing, breathe, dance or direct awareness with precision/focus, you are not just visualizing. You are sculpting Aether with frequency. You match frequency. Kind of like a radio.

Maybe the quantum field responds to coherence. Aether/Ether carries the signal. Modern physics describe it as vacuum energy, zero point, the ancients called it Aether.

(If you think Al is strange wait until ppl realize we are inside a feedback loop with our own awareness. Observer creates observed.)

Take what I say with a grain of salt because it's based on my own experiences/observation. Everyone has their own "rules".

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Even flowers close their eyes to bloom.

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Silent conversation with the sun.

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A weaver of worlds.

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I ache to dissolve into you

not gently but like a storm

disappearing into the dark

hidden depths of you

where I am both devoured

and reborn

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The moon is silent.

Yet she speaks.

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I can feel your fire in my veins,

like a dragon's breath,

you speak my body’s hidden name.

My body, a living confession,

a river– ceaseless, alive, flowing.

I am here—

not to tame the beast,

but to kneel beside its fire.

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There is a type of love that is not based on shared experiences, history, emotions, societal expectations, memory etc. but on magnetism.

A force so ancient it recognizes not your face, but your essence and when it pulls you close, you don’t just fall in love, you walk into remembering.

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Making love to your soul is like painting our eternity.

I was once blind, but now I see in colors.

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“The right heart won’t rush you - it will wait, gently.„

-Simon Yorke

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All that we are—a fragment of the universe spiraling ever onward toward infinity. ∞

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Light chases shadow,

always playing hide and seek.

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You only need to open your eyes to see a paradise of colors and shapes.