How can I be allowed a psychological demon that is against me to check my story? - Thought Marco and cleaned the house - But Did I leave, not sure of my will I realized they did not know how to use it, what to press the button ... what is right between all of these at my disposal? Marco
polish with a finger cuff his magic, he was told that the wood came from a meteorite passed through a black hole directly from the future. Of course, he believed and constantly going over your fingers on that wood to try to understand what he was saying that future.
- I was wrong, but how did this happen? And how did this happen to me, I have a black vortex in the stomach that I carry around for years ... I was abandoned in a basket in a lake ... I suffer from abandonment syndrome is ... una frequenza bassa e non sottile, ti tira negli abissi senza che te ne accorgi, ed ogni volta che credi di riuscire a vincerla ti illudi, perchè non la stai veramente vedendo....vorresti ma non puoi... prometti ma non puoi...
Le ho fatto male ma ha deciso di stare accanto a me e per la seconda volta nella mia vita questo vortice è uscito dalla mia pancia e siamo stati faccia a faccia, completamente.
Due abitanti di dimensioni diverse, che escono dal corpocontenitore e si specchiano e entrambi hanno ripudio l'uno dell'altro...
Ora......ci sono già passato, è stato bello, emozionante la prima volta che l'ho domato, questo mi permette di avere la forza giusta, ho creato un precedente tra noi.. io lo sò lui lo sà... lei non ha fiducia, è arrabbiata, ferita, spaventata... e come non potrebbe.. i nostri mostri, se rivelati feriscono l'anima buona che si apre con noi...Marco come puoi pretendere fiducia da lei ora? Ma fiducia in te è sicuro....
Più fatti meno parole sentì provenire dal rumore del legno tra le dita..... continuava a sfregare il bracciale in quel particolare modo, e tra il rumore leggero si sentivano quelle frasi... Più fatti meno parole...
Quante parole in cui credo ancora adesso ho usato, anzi ha usato LUI per controllare la mia paura, LUI la vuole... io no.. io voglio esserle accanto per danzare sul mondo e i suoi colori...
Quante parole incantevoli ho stuprato con gesti istintivi... eppure I know that when they came out they were true ... when they went on those frequencies was my soul talking ... but when there was a feeling nervous and scared .. though outwardly it appeared the demon masquerading as me ... Who was he talking ...
Now it is important to defend that territory, that frequency does not give up ... keep it inside if possible ...
And this time we really need absolute presence and Self-Love ... I knew, I had started well but then the speed of the collapse has made the world a side of a mountain ... and I stopped, I was deceived and I was wrong.
But there is no room for too much guilt, low energy and sterile, I do not need and do not want ... I want to grow up, I want to evolve and love me ... this will be my best gift for me that I can do to her ... this one day a beautiful fruit matures .. is like a tree I'll take care of myself ... and her ...
Marco took the residue of incense from the table in the room ... looked at a beautiful phoenix dancing outside his window, squeezed his fists and bare a smile ... against his gnawing pain, compared with the absence, compared with the absence of that voice ... a smile that turns into a talking loudly.
- So the first thing we clean this house, this I have learned, this was I, I love to clean up in this magical place that I fouled ... the dust, crumbs away, away the pain, the fear away, via a gray waste paper, away from here.
Second, meditation, here ... I remember that at the base of the first victory over him, I pondered, I did not vomit words and silence, silence on me, silence on us now ... .. silence of the universe trasmettimi love, respect, joy and gratitude ...
Marco's good ... DO NOT say and do not stop ... every day, every single day .. Be disciplined ... she shall rejoice ..
I turn off my head, I plug in my heart and I look to the stars ... my best things, my monsters and my disease ... my soul is not limited to, my soul that I can paint those colors, those words when I say that between us there is that wonderful feeling of remoteness friend in those moments magic that brought us together.
is what is the right one is to love, that is to respect and many other things I want in my life ... now it's up to me.
Mark turned off the head and went out by itself without closing the door.
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