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Oracle Message: On Feelings

I received a message when I was on a walk in the woods after dinner. 

It was imperative to share because of the immense pressure I was feeling in my head. 

If We’ve been thinking, or have had a lot on Our plate recently, take some time to relish in Our ability to touch-- or any of the other sensations. This way, there’s a lil’ more texture in Our day-to-day, especially if the day-to-day is getting to Us. 

“As a species, We feel. 

Emotions within Self, 

The touch of Silk.

Sensations exist, only for a moment.

 They’re made memories. These, 

intangible. 

Recollection is the only means

for recalling sensations. 

As a species, We remember, 

sometimes, We dwell

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We cannot redeem the coin from the bottom of the wishing well. 

Dwell if We must, reminisce if We need, 

These actions, a single color on a Pallate.

As a species, We feel. 

When The Mind is a well,

overflowed, or dry,

accompany those thoughts, or 

The lack of, 

With a glance towards the sky. 

What is around Us?

What can We touch? 

Grassblades? Water? 

Does The Wind lend gust? 

As this Life is Our Canvas, 

May Our pallet be extensive.”

Wishing warmth for everyone today! 

Here are some journaling prompts, if journaling is your thing: 

(I love Journaling) 

What was the last thing in nature I held in my hands? How did it end up in my hands? Did I take it, or find it? What can I learn from this moment? 

If everything I saw was a sentence, written out in front of me, what would I be reading? 

Who in my Life feels like fresh air? 

[coreyonte]

Being Here

                             The First Entry 

I know I’m not the only person to ask: 

“What’s the point of being here?”

Honestly, I’ve been asking myself this question for so long. 

For me, at a very young age, this question started as a reoccurring thought. 

When I wasn’t thinking it, I scribbled feelings surrounding this question in a teal Five Star notebook with Paramore lyrics written on the cover.

("Monster" by Paramore if you're curious) 

                       Thank you, Granda, for my first journal.

The question only came out verbally once I buried my notebook in my Grandaddy’s backyard. 

                                     What had happened was: 

My great-grandma Naomi passed away. 

'You know how everybody has their way of grieving? 

Mine was taking a pencil to paper.  

I remember, day after day, writing about my desire to “go where she was.”

Where she went didn’t scare me at all, where she went seemed to be Home.

As y’all may know, Mamas be reading their kids’ journals. 

Imagine what happened when my Mama got a hold’a mine? 

Well, if you grew up Black,  you may be no stranger to The Belt. 

Guess what happened. 

Yes, it happed. As a result, 

I buried my notebook and, for the first time, verbally said, 

“What’s the point of being here?” 

As a young Black queer from the South, with a religious background, I know what it's like to question Life: 

Is it worth living? Do I deserve to live? What should I do with it? Why is Life like this at all? 

This question, an egg yolk, inevitably falling once its shell is cracked. 

Throughout my early adolescence, my shell ‘stayed cracked:

boys beat me up for walkin' different, a D in a class meant less affection, pursuing a ballet career meant I “had to” deal with a lack of emotional regulation ( not to mention all the microaggressions and whatnot. But da'ssa a whole ‘nother story). 

Now, at the age of 22, I know that it is good to be asking this question.

No matter what prompts it. 

This realization is luck that’s been extended to me only because of my walk with God. I see my understanding as a Gift. 

The Truths I’ve seen with closed eyes led me here, to this very moment. 

Even a lil’ rush of déja-vu hits me as I get a draft of this together. 

I know that I owe Him so much for this. 

So, as I’ve agreed, I’ll pursue my mission in simply sharing my insights. 

                                     Well, what is the point? 

No, I don't think at all that  I KnOw AlL oF ThE AnSwErSS, but

sharing my insights, knowing they’ll reach whoever is meant to read them, can lead one to decide for themselves what the answer to this question is. 

It is a power, sometimes an idle birthright, to decide what the point of our little Lives will be. 

Without God stepping in to show me how He has been there for me, I wouldn’t be here today— It woul’da been a wrap at age 19, ya’ll. 

Whether or not you believe in a Higher power, you deserve to have an answer to this question. 

Period. Point. Blank. 

                               “What’s the point of being here?” 

Keep this question in mind as you read my blog entries or anything else I create. All of the insights I share are derived from my gifts as an Oracle. With the prophetic gifts I’ve been given, I seek to serve. 

If you've found yourself stumbling on this question, lately, or at all, 

I see you. 

I Love you. 

May you come to an answer for yourself~ 

With all my Heart, 

Coreyonté