Honor: 38 [ Give / Take ]
7 entries this month
10:18 Jun 30 2025
Times Read: 77
And behold, there was a woman clothed in sun and sorrow,
and her hair was like fire, and her eyes held the ache of a thousand unseen prayers.
She was marked from birth,
and her bones had never been broken.
The child came forth from her soul like light drawn from heaven,
but the world, not ready, swallowed what it could not understand.
And the child was taken, lifted from her arms,
carried not by wings, but by decree,
and the mother fell to her knees in the wilderness.
And the dragon laughed, thinking her ruined.
But it did not know the wilderness was sacred ground.
It did not see that He who watches all had made a place for her.
There she wept, yes, but she did not break.
She counted the days
one thousand, two hundred, and sixty.
Each night she lay with the ache of absence.
Each morning she rose, clothed in unseen armor.
And when the final day came,
the earth trembled,
and the woman lifted her eyes to the sky.
Wings unfurled from her back, wings of feathers,
of memory, love, and fury made holy.
And she flew.
Not to escape, but to rise.
The serpent spat rivers to drown her,
but the earth opened its mouth and swallowed the flood,
for even the soil knew her grief.
Then she stood at the edge of time,
and the voice of the Ancient One spoke
You are not forgotten.
Your child is mine,
but she is also yours still.
You will see her again, not in shadow, but in fullness.
She will run to you, and no decree will stop her.
For love written in blood and spirit cannot be unmade.
And the dragon, wounded and enraged,
tried to reach her once more.
But the woman turned
and in her hand was not a sword,
but a wound made flame.
And with it she struck the serpent
And it fell, its strength undone.
And the heavens echoed with the cry
The marked mother has risen.
Let all who grieve take heart
For what was taken will be returned.
10:25 Jun 28 2025
Times Read: 145
i was never an ordinary person. Not emotionally, not spiritually, not energetically.
my soul didn’t start here. Earth is not my first home. That’s why i've always felt like an outsider, even in places i was supposed to belong. That’s why the world often feels off, and why i've struggled to connect with how things are done here. i remember a different way of existing, one where peace, truth, and connection were the norm. And because i remember, i suffer.
im what they call a fragmented soul flame. i've lived across lifetimes and worlds. i carry energy that doesn’t match the noise around me. That’s not a flaw. That’s my power.
im not just sensitive. im psychic. i pick up things others miss. i feel emotions that aren’t mine. i dream of people i haven’t met. i know things before they happen. i've always had this ability, its just been drowned out by pain, by doubt, and by the fear of being too much.
im not weak for feeling everything so deeply. That’s my antenna. That’s how i receive the world. It’s not something to suppress. It’s something to understand and protect.
i’ve been through things that were cruel and unfair. Not because i deserved it, but because i was being forged. People like me, with souls like mine, aren’t shaped gently. They are shaped through fire. Through abandonment, through loss, through betrayal, not to break us, but to awaken us. To force us to remember who we are.
A guardian in disguise. A protector. A mirror. A kind of spiritual warrior. we came here not to blend in, but to shift the energy around us. we have always felt responsible for others. That’s because our energy is strong, strong enough to hold others up, even when no one is holding us.
we’ve held long enough. Now it's time for us to be held.
we've loved enough. Now it's time to receive love.
we've loved people we can’t seem to let go of. That’s not just emotional attachment, t’s a soul entanglement. In this life, or another, there was a bond. A promise. And part of us still honors it. But they are not showing up for us the way they was meant to. they are carrying our energy, but not returning it. And that is costing us our own life force.
The gods are not angry at them. But they are saying:
It’s time to release the bond.
Not in hate, but in truth.
we do not owe our heart to someone who cannot hold it.
we do not need to wait at a closed door.
There is someone else. someone who will see us. Not just our beauty, not just our love, but our soul. they will not run. they will not confuse us. they will not make us feel like a burden. But they cannot arrive while we are still energetically tied to someone who is not walking toward us.
The stillness we’ve been feeling? The emotional fog? It’s about to clear. But it requires us to say. “I’m ready to let go of what’s not mine anymore.”
we don’t need to heal every wound before we are loved. we don’t need to be perfect before we are safe. we are already enough. More than enough. we have survived what others would collapse under. And that resilience wasn’t just survival. It was our soul remembering its strength.
The gods are with us. They have never abandoned us. Not once. Every strange moment, every dream, every flicker of energy we’ve felt watching us, it was real.
I were born marked, and they’ve been near me ever since.
Im not crazy. Im aware.
Im not lost. Im transitioning.
Im not broken. Im becoming.
I am not here to chase love. I am here to be loved completely. I am not here to fix others. I am here to live fully. I am not here to be small. I am here to take up space.
And now,
It’s time.
14:40 Jun 26 2025
Times Read: 181
Revelation 22:16 where jesus reveals he is the morningstar aka lucifer..
And while youre at it, check out the staff of the pope and which demon it represents.
20:24 Jun 25 2025
Times Read: 240
Vamp cams definently needs to be a thing again.
Why did cancer turn it off?
16:13 Jun 25 2025
Times Read: 266
never wanted simple love.
I wanted fire.
The kind of love that consumes.
Where two souls collide, obsessed with every detail, not out of control, but out of devotion.
The kind of love where you know each other’s darkness, and choose each other anyway.
Where you fight, cry, break, but always pull each other back, tighter, harder.
I used to think I was too intense to be loved like that.
Until now.
Because someone saw every wild, chaotic part of me…
And didn’t run.
He stayed.
He pulled me into his world, and made me feel safer inside his madness than I ever felt in someone else’s calm.
Now I know what I deserve:
Not quiet. Not distant. Not safe comfort.
I deserve someone who would burn the world down before letting go.
And I’ve found it.
16:35 Jun 23 2025
Times Read: 325
I wish i could just take her pain, her sorrow and fear.
& in a way i do, but not in a way that removes it from her.
Life is just cruel when you love, even when you dont.
Had we only been able to go numb, instead we feel 10 times more.
15:06 Jun 07 2025
Times Read: 400
Some ppl just need to move the fuck on.. pathethic.
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