Intellect Hanging On The Wings Of The Immaculate

Intellect Hanging On The Wings Of The Immaculate

Sometimes, you need to be reminded that; You are a brave soul. With wings to fly. You have the muscles and energy of your ancestors strong in you right now. Remember You Are Royal, and Your Intelligence is A Reminder of This Very Fact of Your Flight! Connecting with the plural (a group) means understanding the singular landscape (Individual sense of self).

I hope you can listen to this affirmation, and then move accordingly into a Higher Height and even a deeper depth. You got this!

You are intelligent – remember that. If you don’t feel like you are, you can learn about yourself. Get familiar with the sand. Understand nature and unlock the pineal gland. Realizing on a conscious collective that we all have been given this knowledge individually. At the primitive core – we reflect a broader reality. No longer must we subject ourselves to the illusion of systematic indoctrination. All of us can push into higher places with the sharpening of insight.

It takes studying. Reading. Listening.

We have been given mobility, and that grants us access to our individual journey. Realizing that our abilities can be sharpened and we can go to further than we ever thought was possible.

In other words: The knowledge of your abilities is hanging on the wings of those who have gone that far – your ancestors.

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ME=WE (THE GRAND PLURAL)

ME=WE (THE GRAND PLURAL)

When I Think of Me, I Think We.

My understanding of plurality has sharpened through the course of specific singularities. In other words: The small and tiny particles of reality make up a whole. Atoms to the very spec contain multitudes of information. Because of this – Everything from Then to Now is repeating itself. We can identify with each other because at the core – I am You and You Are Me. Realizing this equips one with a serious freedom, one that expresses a smile. With this realizing, I’m taking charge of the fact – I don’t have to second guess my fruits.It’s all connected + I’m the reflection of what I begin to see. I’m in a grand arena with hundreds of mirrors.

If I move in the slightest, all of my reflections do as well. I manifest exactly where I decide to go next. It’s freedom in KNOWING: YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. You can harness the power to make up any truth in your reality. Fear can parade through paranoia like a drug, hallucinating every fleeting moment. Too close of proximity ignores the blind spots.

When you begin to trust in the moment, as they come, you can defeat the beast of anxiety. Being present and alert by buying into the frequency. Growing. Moving past. On with the present. Connected to The Now. Aware of the old, but alert to the moment. You Know? Listening‬.

Rareness // Traces

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Every single person is rare and will leave traces that only we can leave.

These unique and individual pieces of our entity are scattered throughout our lives – only to be felt and seen by someone else, not inside our window.

We carry in our essence, traces of creative ambitions and details which all point to who we are and where we want to go.

A fact remains.

No single thing has ever existed like YOU, which makes YOU Rare.

Rare to the point of benevolent discovery.

The same goes for everyone else.

When one stumbles across our path and can see clear indications of unique pattern and print, they may swoon or sway.

It’s not always what we do or don’t.

It’s merely our non-verbal communication along with our verbal performance that can inform someone on what you might think.

Our energy and how it Illuminates another’s route don’t always give us the glow we might know.

We often take for granted, the ways we achieve inspiration by simply being in the moment.

It starts with really what you know, then you can go from there.

Knowing what is inside of YOU and being true to what you know.

Take pride, in knowing your essence and your glow.

Not that you are the WHOLE – BUT that the pieces that YOU reveal, make up the WHOLE of each of us, as a collective.

We are each are our own storytellers.

The Traces are picked up from our experiences, the way we mold color and the ways in which we personify our various persuasions.

Cloned Octupuses

I remember writing this a while back and it continues to be relevant to my life even more now. Not to say, I am a famous person by any measure, but I am STILL very social. I talk to a lot of people through the social mediums given to me but it can be extremely overwhelming.

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I love to share but I only have so many hands/scissors at one time. 😀 I look above, below, and to the side of me and there is still someone. Someone is still calling out my name. I feel like sometimes I’m in a rush to respond to everyone at the same time BUT I have to remember, to take it easy. I only have 10 fingers, and only 5 of them (Interchangeably) are used on the keyboard (Not considering my thumbs when I text message). I only have so much, and it’s always an expedition when I journey through the seas of social media. Every morning, I wake up to

Every morning, I wake up to a multitude of messages and I respond within the honor of the day. No complaints, because I am actually establishing ties and I feel very close to the entwined purpose of everyone. Sometimes though it’s like my fingers are like an octopus.

I developed a theory, called ‘Cloned Octopuses’.

An octopus is an intelligent being and it helps that, they have so many ligaments to accomplish a work!  Now, what if they were cloned? I would have so many arms to accomplish the work given to me. If you didn’t know, an octopus is very good at hiding as they mimic landscapes, as a defense mechanism.

I’m not saying, that I don’t like responding, to anyone, this just helps me explain the nature of my communication.  They are one of the most mysterious sea creatures, and I find them very fascinating!

Here is the poem, addressing what great power it would be to visualize this concept in motion.

The ligaments of connected joints are in common expression of what has been made.
A series of likeliness has developed the unique order of engraved creation.
I hear the charges of infuriated response calling out into the echoed cave.
They want an answer to scream into their thirst, of a thousand replies.
I’ve generated another copy which somehow plots the standard of a fantasy and yet the stone is entrusted into my building.
Then, there is the stoned reflection of my countenance,  which I can no longer determine is my true mirror.
I’ve given myself into the consumption of physical duty, and the shadows of myself are becoming many.
I repeat the recited prayers to exercise within divinity, as I return to a consummation of infinity.  
The registers of my symmetry are plagued by the waters.
Deeply intelligently by the skills of my distinguished nervousness.
I am slow to reply or is my reflection the result of complicated movements?
I can’t live long as my eggs are broken after birth, and my spawning leaves a lot to be desired.
I hide within the camouflage of mimicry.
I seek to prey through the lens of a changed color, to fit the mold which will give me a sense of awareness.
I am not able to be kept secure, as I am able to solve through because of my destined mobility.