It would be nice to feel the sand under my feet it would be nice to watch the clouds in the sky and it would be nice if we could meet and maybe not to spend any time to cry would it be nice or would it be wrong if we could skate on ice or just accept that we belong it would be nice to see everything perhaps never seeing anything or just let it breeze away like nothing at all had existed in my heart these days would it be nice I used to ask all I had to ask for, would it be.
Welcome to Psychedelic Wizard. This is a welcoming environment where you can openly criticise and reflect without fear of persecution.
I’ve gained followers, and I’ve lost followers, which can be disheartening. It makes me wonder if I did something wrong, or if I over did my posting. I don’t intend to bombard you, rather, to post a sufficient amount of content that I like to post and which I enjoy making, and which can be reached by enough people to potentially create a bigger following. So, losing followers although sad is understandable, if the values are not in alignment anymore. What I mean by that is the people unfollowing are not feeling the site energy anymore or perhaps are fed up and not interested. I always appreciate on-going support and want you to know that. I am grateful for the audience on WordPress. Some of you have been liking, commenting and more for many years. I just hope that I have an audience in the future.
I do get disheartened when I see other blogs with thousands of followers, who probably got that in a lot less time than I even got to 500. I have tried to post consistent content for a few years now, but somehow my post counter doesn’t even seem to be close to what it should be. There are occasional glitches in WordPress sites, such as some appearing ‘unsafe’ or ‘virus ridden’ even though they are not. I suspect the content on the sites are a factor, and have been classified as dangerous because of that. I have struggled to access certain blogs from time to time because of this issue.
But it brings me happiness to see long-term bloggers who are still contributing and putting effort into their amazing blogs. I love to read them and explore new sites and topics. It always amazes me how little they expect in return. I won’t name anybody but I am so happy to be following a few blogs which have been motivational and inspirational for many years that I have been reading. You may know who you are!
My Wattpad story: https://www.wattpad.com/story/307873965-discovery-avenue
POEM called Don’t Be Afraid. It is about the uncertainty and doubt that can create issues in our lives. Ultimately, having the courage to move forward, to triumph over the unknown. My other post Into The Tunnels is also about that bravery, in different circumstances
I was a child who was afraid to look under the bed once there were men who used to say the most harsh things to women life was a bubble that we all wanted to burst everyone had to quench the fear of their thirst or their last breath that they gave as the doors were crushed halo of gold dust that fluttered beside me seeing the way and creating no barrier a sea that is devoid of anger replaced with content
Reckoning It is the time for life, for love and for freedom hearing you call my name across the still of the lake watching the eagle fly or the head of the snake devoured Breaker My arms are holding onto the ledge my eyes are deflecting the pain and the beast praying to God, 'how can this be?' my lonely existential anguish breaker of the ravishing illusions Isolation Cannot think, cannot heal all I want, is to feel love that you should have given I would not ask for more instead isolated wondering what more can be taken Reflection In the mirrors you are no longer a smiling face no longer content to live in pain acceptance of the truth one escape or way out ... and where were all you living beings ... and the sunlight on my darkest nights oh, 'just too busy, living for eternity' What Happened Next I am the wall that divides heaven and earth the soul who's million year adventure was built, verse by verse alone and content, seeing evil beings, repent I smile again, you see me strong so many people, have now long gone what happened next I was the best, you were the rest undying and no longer simplifying my strength is a rock the silent ticking, of the universal clock.
Have I been born into a world of rivers of blood the sea that crashes against the waves a long lost sought fraught ticking clock that rests near your side how painful has it been to continue to look inside amidst the passing of nature the growth and the rise of spring dwindling of winters pale gusts locked away in your safe box waiting for the sound that the bells shall chime at midnight where lost souls gather with the flocking birds that is not what I heard
How the story of a man became the story of his change. Courage and strength in darkness, and light that shines the path to self-discovery. This is extracted from his real experience.
Quiet Forest Drive
A Short Story
by T. Maxwell-Harrison (Copyright 2022)
Peter Godspeed was thinking about Anna Sealake again. Anna was a caring demon with white hair and athletic arms.
Peter walked over to the window and reflected on his secluded surroundings. He had always loved quiet Forest Drive with its high-pitched, hard houses. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel disappointment.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the caring figure of Anna Sealake.
Peter gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an emotional, determined tea drinker with blonde hair and blue eyes. His friends saw him as an adorable, adventurous angel. Once, he had even brought someone back from the brink of death.
But not even an emotional person who had once brought a single person back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Anna had in store today.
The rain hammered, making Peter lost. Peter grabbed a chair that had been strewn nearby; he massaged the wood.
As Peter stepped outside and Anna came closer, he could see the cooperative glint in her eye.
Anna glared with all the wrath of an empathetic rare rabbit. She said, in hushed tones, “I hate you and I want to never see you again.”
Peter looked back, even more lost. “Anna, I have feelings for you,” he replied.
They looked at each other with shame feelings, like two old, old-fashioned owls sitting at a very robust night out, which had piano music playing in the background.
Peter studied Anna’s white hair and athletic arms. Eventually, he took a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” began Peter in apologetic tones, “but I don’t feel the same way, and I never will. I just don’t hate you Anna.”
Anna looked sad, her emotions raw like a tricky, tense table.
Peter could actually hear Anna’s emotions shatter into pieces. Then the caring demon hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of tea would calm Peter’s nerves tonight.
If you listen to this song, then you will better connect with Peter, who said he heard something like this song playing as he experienced this event.
Masculine power, upright tower your moans of humiliation are no roadblock on the path of the brave the soldiers and the knowledge seekers you don't spit on my tombstone I see the mirror image of ice translucent memory love is on my side I have seen all that there is to see, on the sinside when the thunder comes raging and bolts of electric shoot through spring air you have the air in the ere grooving night scene mass multitude machine you are the barrier beyond the fold fake Gucci handbags and laced down bottom ups sounds like a load of quarks
Meditation is one of the oldest traditions in the world. Ancient civilisations and Buddhists and Africans were meditation thousands of years ago as a collective way to improve the whole of life, not just for themselves but for everyone else too.
Today in the 21st Century, meditation has taken on many modern forms. A lot of people see it as solitary, but looking back in history we can see that although you meditate alone it was not done to advance yourself to an affluent position, rather to become a better person. There are literally thousands of online resources about meditation and hundreds of meditation classes across England and Wales. A new found culture of people looking to improve their mood, to become better people, to experience some variety of enlightenment.
I am going to talk through 5 essential benefits of meditation. I want to give you an idea of how this is going to have a positive influence in your life. Sometimes things get hard or stressful, sometimes you become depressed or anxious. Other times you just want to improve yourself and feel more connected to God or the Universe. I understand. I’ve managed to use meditation to assist me before and am currently using a meditation that works for me. There are many types available, guided meditation or Samatha – calmness of the mind – are examples. Meditation can be as simple as mindfulness. You can practice meditation morning or night. I had the luxury of practicing in the garden at the weekend under a harvest moon and then in the dawn of sunrise. Both give a tranquil experience and help greatly in quietening any intrusive thoughts.
The above is a Buddhist position for meditation. It is used when engaging the Samatha meditation. To read a little more about how meditation affected individuals check out this link.
Benefits of Meditation!
“If you are depressed you are living in the past.
Lao Tzu
If you are anxious you are living in the future.
If you are at peace you are living in the present.”
Holding a crystal during meditation can help better focus on your aims. If you are looking to heal you could hold Amethyst (pictured above). Rose quartz can be used where you want to heal the heart. There is so many choices when it comes to healing crystals. Always treat your body with respect and the crystals because they can be powerful things.
*Never substitute real medical advice with alternative practices where the medical advice is going to save your life. Only ever use alternative practices like crystal healing and meditation where it is safe and where it is a complimentary addition to any potential real medication or treatment. Always check with an experienced practitioner if you are unsure whether it is safe to do so.*
Thank you for reading and I hope that you give meditation a try! Namaste.
Light pouring from the heart heart of fibers, of blood and flesh riveting river of oily cellulites fluidly moving onto new pastures where we can feel our outlets becoming a mush of dreaming dwarves yet there is a silver coil and black clouds out of which spurt many a dime where the heart can only dream of the sublime.
Spent so many nights Living in the garden In the night In the dark Your eyes were my light Watching them glisten But did I ever listen? There was a stream down those cheeks Lots to lose in so few weeks I felt your skin You broke ... with all the stoking fires Denial like the liars That your retina shaped Deep eyes Where the seat of... Realisation Nothing left In those screens
To accompany the poem: Powfu – dead eyes ft.Ouse (Lyrics)
I cradle you in my arms No one else There's a light in your eyes There is passion in your delivery ... and we embrace one another Sensations of melting wax Smoothing waves Electric kiss Be mine.
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