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The Shadow side

The shadow, Dark Night of the Soul, and integrating are a few ways of understanding yourself as a whole. My beliefs stem from my journey, self-evaluation, and connecting with the shadow that we are all programmed to deny. I believe wholeheartedly that the shadow is the Authentic self, uncorrupted yet controlled by generational codes of belief.
To represent the logical self is a mask we are all so easily led to wear. These masks are created to fit into the norm of a matrix life we are so easily programmed into. Generational programming has been ongoing since humanity's first breath. Let us look beyond the story to where life became an assimilation. Where do we part from life on this one planet? How did humanity become the creatures yet are destroyers of the home we call Earth or Gaia?

Humanity, Transferance, and Evolution come from the Heart. Without staying in a heart space, Humanity has become stagnant, complacent, and disconnected. The singular isn't going to evolve into a Universal connection.

We come for the heartbeat of Humanity.

The last few days I've been looking back on my move to this Town. I never got this feeling from other places. There is oppressed, heavy and stagnant energy in the land, its stains the streets with a ominous Aura of a underlying deep seeded loss. This energy is old, seeping from deep in the ground like blood from a endless wound saturating the land on occupents being fed upon. Observing my surroundings has been draining, like a stain on my essence. The people here feel off, some feel hollow, indifferent and like their energy is connected to this subdued reality they can't escape from.

The Town itself has beauty and a welcoming feel to the outside world, but something's have not changed since this land was forged and cultivated . There is a stain on this land and if you live among it's fortex long this stain becomes yours.

I believe a balance of beliefs needs to be drawn to clear the energy from this land to appease the elemental balance, oppressed,from a monstrosity generated upon the inhabitants of this land.

I am but a observer

When the truth is written, sometimes it sounds like fiction.






In shadows deep, where silence weeps,
A child once lost in sorrow keeps,
Her innocence shattered, her heart worn thin,
With demons stirring, she learns to feign a grin.

The world around her, twisted and cruel,
Where laughter’s a weapon and kindness a fool,
She wears her mask, a guise of light,
But within her soul, there brews a stormy night.

Vengeance awakens in the depths of her heart,
For those who shattered her, played their part,
She wishes for chaos, for the scales to bend,
To let the darkness of humanity descend.

Yet in her gaze, a flicker of hope,
For other lost souls who struggle to cope,
She watches and waits, with tears that fall,
For the ones who are broken, she hears their call.

Be wary of those whom you deem weak,
For hidden beneath are the stories they keep.
If you feel the chill as shadows unfold,
Know it’s the whispers of the brave and the bold.

Demons exist from the pain we share,
Born from the burdens we each must bear,
But under the surface, resilience will rise,
Through the shattered and broken, a spirit defies.

So listen closely to the voices of pain,
For from the darkness, a light will remain.
In the hearts of the broken, seeds of strength grow,
And together in healing, we all can know.