Protected: Immaculate Heart

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Do you believe?

I am (still) half-hearted about whether I believe in divine intervention. I remember this topic very vividly when I packed and ran away, and it turned out to be true-er than true how the divine has intervened to put me in the right place for my highest good.


Ah well, I guess we are on different leagues, and who am I to call it superficial. There is, in fact, so much complexity to the way their prices are determined.

Barrio Santa Cruz, Sevilla

Natural light played such an important role in the theatrics of our exploration. We wandered in the tiny dark lanes devoid of light, and then “surprise!” the sun lights up the very intricate facade of the corner house.

A different dimension

I start to feel the vibrational space around me. It was a finer kind of vibration, much like when the angels wrap their wings around me. Although beyond that was a harsh, cold vibration of “bad news”, which I am still not sure of what yet. 


Today, as ‘prophesied’ in yesterday’s post, I was feeling the complete emotion of living life. Here. and. Now. and. Painful. and. Drowsy. and. Overwhelmed. and. Indescribably Fallen. Definitely a sign of autumn. Fall.

Justice is Served

Took a few years, but well, justice does get served. Just a matter of time. It is probably not the full course yet, or maybe it really is just the appetiser part.

In Different Forms

Release comes in different forms; healing comes in different forms; guidance comes in different forms. Intent only has to start with a focused one.

Lost (Again)

Gosh. This is unbelievable. I lost my moonstone ring. I cannot believe it.

Revisiting Deeds

As I picked cards one after another, the past stories flowed into my consciousness one after another. My glaring selfishness starred me in my face, one realisation after another. 

This Full Moon

This savage full moon tore me to shreds. It was so intense I was unable to sleep at all last night. Tossed, turned, feeling like I could tear myself out of my body unconstrained. Maybe that is how a werewolf feels on a full moon night.

Soft heart versus Weak heart

That thin line between “right” and “wrong”. Between fairness and firmness. Between softness and weakness. I am thankful.