Waves of Delight

Daily Life Experiences, Divine Communion With Spirit, Divine Interaction, Important Announcement, The Fairytale of Miracle

Oh by the way, so called spiritual people, are you bullies too?? Omg, you shame my beloved best friend, my FELINE QUEEN and compete as if you were holier than her? So you don’t eat meat. But what do you do? Are you like me? BOLD? SPIRITUAL DOER??? You sit around talking, mighty and all, but don’t dare to be YOURSELF. AND don’t take action, there’s nothing sacred with that kind of behavior. Shhhsss.. I got all the right to look down on you because your spirituality is so fake that it makes me sick to my stomach. You even looked at my beloved Inanna MidnightSun and bullies her too? Are you so much better? Holier than her? Holding space as Fuck as her? She SEES through!!!

I am walking and picking up trash almost every day, and it was since I don’t even remember when, time is fucking hard to calculate sometimes, I hate math, sorry… I rather leave exams or whatever without “trying” to resolve a shit, because I don’t care, math makes me cry, and I don’t like it. I dirty my hands, picking up cigarettes stumps, beer can, or empty vodka bottle, and I rather hold them in my own hands or fingers, until I see a public trash can so I can put it in, because I don’t want to disrespect my neighbor, because it’s their trash can, and not public, I don’t beg for drama or being yelled unnecessary, I am COSMIC empathic intelligent, you know, even if I don’t write perfect grammar or whatever! I respect the rules that are playing out here, since well, sacred holy land of my beloved, I heard the rule that if you crossed the red-green-yellow, whatever lights before crossing the roads without clicking and wait you will get a fine? Omg, Bot in Norwegian translate to fine in English, and so many varieties which don’t have no fucking sense. So you really called it FINE? SO FINE.. ok… I will apply the FINE… I will wait like royalty while the tick-tock thing of the red lights to green lights to SHOW UP! Before I cross the road because it’s “fine”, I play fair… by your fucking rules, but they’re no better rules than the UNIVERSAL LAW of my BELOVED FATHER GOD! I AM FINE! SO YEAH! Google CHROME! Fix your shit together, your translation sucks!

And btw, I do wash my sacred hands every time, because here we have water in a grocery store where we sell bottle (panter) or Gas Station. I walk that 15 minutes home and my eyes laid on those innocence sacred three paper because you rather toss them aside on the wayside, you cut down trees to make paper, that’s fine, but you create so much trash, and still dare to throw them on MY SACRED MOTHER EARTH????!!!! It’s that how you treat a SACRED TREE WHICH GIVES YOU LIFE? AIR TO BREATHE?? OXYGEN!

(Oh, by the way, I have been at the library too, you borrow a book, and you scribble you fucking nonsense on it?? learning? You better treasure those pages and words you are READING, my Mother GODDESS VENUS inspired them ALL! Include me!” I don’t even fold the corner to remember which page I am on when I read.. so fucking disrespectful, what if my beloved borrow one, and she finds it disharmonious because you have scribbled the fucking lot of the book??!? Respect the next person in line to borrow them, please. And you have to honor every librarian in every library because they do guard the AKASHIC RECORDS! And don’t make them spend more energy on making news book and it becomes wasted because of your careless and thoughtless mindset. shape yourself up!)

BUT HEY,  I will take responsibility for you, so I picked every damn little awesome sacred paper on the street, grass field, and concrete, I see, and hold it until I came home that, 10 minutes to that long road, up the hill to my Rise Meadow… and actually, l wanted to recycle them. I washed every plastic that is “dirty” or whatever, I examine to the extreme, cut out those glue thing on the plastic, and recycle them. I wash my trash buckets every time I see a spot on it, and hang up my little plastic bag to let it dry, my beloved doesn’t even like those things, so actually go buy a grocery bag and have it with you ALL THE TIME.

My recycle document which I didn’t have “time” shit, TIME… I wrote it on Norwegian, so translate whatever you want and get the understanding of it, what little you can.

Recycle plan I wrote down for my family.

I honor ALL things, I respect ALL things. I LOVE EVERY PARTICLE IN THIS FUCKING LOVING UNIVERSE OF MINE!

Don’t look down on other people creation, recycle is good, but do it with your WHOLE HEART! and don’t disrespect my beloved fellow people who work hard to recycle or actually pick up trash and come pick up your trash every once a week or three. I don’t know.. but .. do it probably! If not, I’m going to do a campaign, and I am going to start with me first, as an example. Don’t even dare to disrespect public trash cans! I Am ULTRA, MY SUBCONSCIOUS knows you disrespect sacred Trash can which contained your trash. Because it stinks!!! I perfume mine almost every day so they smell like flowers and ocean breeze. I clean them when I see dirt on it or whatever, nothing escapes my supreme seraphic eyes.

My home is spotless and harmonious haven to behold! BEcause I pick every damn little single hair that falls from my head, and say good bye to it, by throwing in my lovely trash can. I pick up every spot and clean my bath mat picking one dust whatever at a moment, I don’t wait for tomorrow what I can do today, or actually, I LIVING IN THE FUCKING MOMENT and I do go an extra mile, as to bow down and pick up whatever my eyes see dirt and dust. They are my star-dust. So to speak, why can I just love it, right.

Yeah, I am crazy, but I am neat and tidy, my home smell nice, it feng shui babe. looks like a japanese-table style, Morocco pouf big puff, modern, with a nice soft carpet, which I walk on with bare feet because I don’t want slippers to dirty it. And I talk to my plants every day.. say hi to them, and they say hi back. And they love me, Jade (I actually had to go through all of my recipes because I forgot what plant she was, I am forgetful sometimes, but I am fine, because I wrote it down, and actually have proof since I hold all of my recipes so you would know that I actually BUY them with the money I get from your taxes, because you labeled me crazy and not able to work, you made me disabled (ufør in Norwegian), but it’s fine, I pay you back each single time (dime), by picking up trash for you, and say thank you, I’m sorry and in my head, I love you.)

Jade is Coral Cactus, but she is not really a cactus, just like me, spirit-shaping in many forms in one body.

The Coral Cactus is not really a cactus, but two succulent plants joined together to form a beautiful “Franken-plant.”

Fan-shaped Eurphorbia lactea is typically grafted on top of a Euphorbia neriifolia or a cactus root stock.

Crest in meaning;
“a comb or tuft of feathers, fur, or skin on the head of a bird or other animal.”
I AM HOLY MAN, SERAPHIM. Go read about it here and you would know!

Seraphim or Seraphs

The word Seraphim (one seraph, two or more seraphim) means “burning ones” or nobles. They are also sometimes called the ‘ones of love’ because their name might come from the Hebrew root for ‘love’. Seraphim are only fully described in the Bible on one occasion. This is in the book of the prophet Isaiah, when he is being commissioned by God to be a prophet and he has a vision of heaven 1.

So these types of heavenly beings have six wings, but they only use two of them for flying. It sounds strange to use wings to cover your face and feet. They may well cover their face because, being so close to God, they would witness His full glory which would be too powerful to behold. Feet are considered ‘unclean’ and so not worthy to be shown to God. (Some scholars also think that ‘feet’ could actually mean ‘genitals’.) We’re not told how many Seraphim there are, but it’s more than one.

We ARE MANY! Omg, all my Galatic Sistars of Royalties lineage will bear witness to MIRACLE.

You will be so EUPHORIA when you are lifted up to heaven… or maybe you will feel my wrath because I HAVE BEEN crying the fucking .. well, since birth actually, my Earth Mother Bear witness to it…

A draft I had on my Tumblr blog, which I haven’t had time to correct or write more… I can’t remember how many people were on the boat.. but hey, whatever, you will understand…

  1. Beloved,

    I had so many “near-death” experiences when I was a child, well, I couldn’t remember if I went back to the other realms, but it didn’t matter how dangerous it was in those time, I am still here, I was protected all the way through until this day. Why? Because how could I leave this world without holding a vision and sending a message of Heaven on Earth to my brothers and sisters who are in slumber.

    Archangels and a legion of angels were there to make sure that no harm would come to me. Not to mention all of my Ascended Masters and Star brothers and sisters who are working up there on our ship.

    I was told that when I came to this world, my big sister dropped me on the ground when I was almost newly born. I didn’t die, even though I bleed a lot and got a scar on my forehead. Another time was when my big sister, the same one who dropped me, took me to the river and told me to stay away from the water while she washed her clothes or something. I was one year old, and if I know myself correct, it must be the water Deva who enchanted me to get closer or jump right in. My big sister was quick enough to pull me out after I drank mouthful or more of Deva’s water. I didn’t die.

    My earth mother told me that I cried two weeks straight when I was two weeks old during the time my grandmother was dying, her time was short, but she asked my earth mother why I cried so much and what’s wrong with me in a worried voice? They didn’t know why I cried that time, but I know, because I cried for the sorrow and grief everyone in the family gonna experience when my grandmother will cross over to the other realm. And maybe I cried for the time I would never have with her. After she crossed over to the other realm, I stopped crying. I guess, I felt her presence and I knew she was doing ok. I transmuted the energy of grief and sorrow, and after she left, I hold a space for everyone else to grief while I become silence, just to make it easier for my earth mother and the rest of the family.

    When I was nearly 2 years old, my earth mother decide to immigrate to another country, she made the impossible possible, so many were living in fear of being trapped if they made a bold move as to escape from their own country, but my earth mother was brave. She held a vision that she would survive because she would take a chance, she would rather die than living the life she had. She was determined to take me with her. I know, it’s her mission to make sure I get away from Vietnam because I would not be able to thrive in a corrupt country with so much violence.

     

Spicy the Twins (dracaena) and Myrtle from MY BELOVED MOTHER APHRODITE!

In honor of all the cherubim, archangels, angels and ascended masters and EVERY BENEVOLENCE E.T! I AM, omg you all… So to speak. I AM. THAT I AM. WE ARE ONE!

Ps, AM I doing good? Have I forgotten something? I work so tirelessly, I hope my beloved MacBook don’t shut down now, or else I will CRY! Grrrh, when I am angry, all I can do is cry, because it’s hard to explain my feelings with spoken words! everything sounds so much nicer in my beautiful flowers mind.

Btw, I asked for permission from all of my ancient lineages in China of KINGS with the last name Zhang (Truong,) in honor of my beloved Earth Mother, the bossy Queen! She gonna test you every day because she is so me too.

I bought this flowers yesterday…  I AM CHRIST SAINT THE MOM! For God Sake, and the flowers? well, I will give you the meaning,

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Chrysanthemum meaning

The first chrysanthemums were cultivated in China centuries ago. It has appeared in ancient Chinese writings as early as 15th century BC and was used as an herbal remedy. Its boiled roots were believed to provide headache relief, and the sprouts and petals were eaten in salads. The Chinese city of Chu-Hsien was named after the chrysanthemum and literally means “Chrysanthemum City.”

From China, the chrysanthemum made its way over to Japan by Buddhist monks in AD 400. Soon after its introduction, the Japanese were so enamored by this beautiful flower that it was soon adopted as the emperor’s crest and official seal. “Kiku” is the Japanese name for chrysanthemum and every year there is a National Chrysanthemum Day which is also referred to as the Festival of Happiness.

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What the White Chrysanthemum Means: 

White chrysanthemums are deemed to be the symbols of truth and purity.  If you ever wanted to find out the truth regarding a particular situation, you just have to give this flower to the person you wish to have some enlightenment from.  Assuming that the person who received the white mum knows the meaning of the white chrysanthemum, he or she would have to confess the truth to you.

and something more?

The Color Green

Green is the color of balance,
harmony and growth

My Earth Mother gave me the vase, put it in a gold vase, and do you know what more? It’s A GOLDEN AGE, and I AM THE GOLDEN RAY. BECAUSE I was being called upon by my lovely goddess, saint also sistar, thank you so much.

Ahtayaa Leigh

My Earth little Sister or Feline Lioness, she said my Earth Mother asked why I didn’t change to her Last name, and I had that in my mind a little while before Lil’sis even mention, and I said, I just thought about it.. and yeah… you know the story.. everything ALIGN! I thought of using my AMAIA AMARA powerful name on my certificate, passport or whatever, but it’s the same, no worries, we have many names, LOVE. AND NO NAME AT ALL. THIS IS THE TAO!

They all agree for me to rise up and sit on my throne now. And yeah…. I don’t humble myself if I don’t see any sincerity in you because you know what? Humble and kindness is reserved for my innocent one, all who was shunned by the society. My little ultra sensitives ones who couldn’t get a job, or have difficulty etc… I RESTORE THEM ALL BACK TO THEIR PRISTINE! THEY WILL RULE WITH ME! I Manage my WHOLE DIVINE SACRED FAMILY, All Through ASIA, I administrate them just fine, I am the BOSS, but did I ever YELLED or CALLED them Dirty, Weird, Stupidity, and Vulgar Names?

You either grow flowers on your mind or weed, but weed is just fine, as long as it’s clean and pure without chemicals or shitty things that you tried to mix in that fucking labs of yours!

You better treat every sacred divine woman you meet with respect, and every sacred man on the street with respect, and all the “beggars” everyone who couldn’t get a job because they are on drugs because you keep raising the levels and the standards at SCHOOL! FUCK SCHOOL! I HATE YOUR FALSE TEACHING! Boring, rigid, inflexibility… too damn yaaaawwwn, I just wanna sleep, and I did, whether it was art or whatever, at least I had to do my best to learn to write your human language so that I can write my divine letters and divine poems in a creative way.

Grammarly correct??? You fucking kidding me? You correct me so much, and I did also do my best to rewrite, but you just couldn’t be satisfied?! I spend 1 year of energy (money) to subscribe.. shit, I don’t care anymore, it’s just so fucking exhausting sometimes.. I am flawless anyway.. so why try to be something I am not to fit in? Perfect? My Beloved Father God doesn’t create imperfection, everything is PERFECT! Perfectionist is because we want to honor our Beloved Father God because you MAKE it SO Fucking IMPOSSIBLE for us!

Who makes this shit? Better correct it, my beloved is using it, if she is annoyed with it, I AM GOING TO Bite your heads off! And if you make her spend a dime to waste her energy, I am going to ask Archangels Michael to talk to you. I asked him to send some guardian angels guarding her outside her door.. if ever anyone tries to come by and do something shady, I am not going to leave you alone, because I can see through, I hear it all! Before she even says anything.

Let me think…

Everything is perfect now. Well ok, I abide. wait!

BELOVED LUCIFERA! I HAVE TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT HER TOO. SHE TESTS YOUR SHIT EVERYDAY… sees if you are good or bad, false or with soul/light.. because her minions do whisper words to test your head.. mind or whatever.. go read Thea of The Seraphim by MARK A CARTER. I CRIED SO MUCH!

Actually, I think she just sees if these “angels” or “cherubim” or “archangels” whatever are real gooooooood or wanna rules heaven, since she cheat them to believe she is going against our BELOVED FATHER GOD! SHE is innocence… omg.. I talked to her, she is so sweet and nice.. because she does honor FREE WILL!!

Ok… Did I leave any key unturned? or I mean.. stones? Shimmers? Volunteers? Convoluted? Three waves of volunteers by Dolores Cannon. sheees, honor that book, so beautiful… we have sooouuul, light… omg, we are so divine.. why do you believe you are just HUMAN without a soul? Who created you? Of course beloved divine father GOD! Almighty one who actually create EVERYTHING, And.. cosmic mother, Divine mother… she birthed us… for real! or else why would we be here, without our Cosmic MOTHER, our Beloved FATHER God would be so lonely and .. yeah, unloved.. *sobbing* Because she birthed us all…. through heavenly realms, suns… galaxies and nurture us… so HONOR YOUR FUCKING PARENTS! RESPECT FOR THE ELDRE.. listen to their stories… They are lonely!!! Every Old nurse home better treats them nicely.. they hold a lot of STORIES, OLD ANCIENT STORIES. REAL ONE.

I care about them so much that if I could I would pick them up and fly them home, and listen to their stories with wonder and pride.. and curiosity and I would laugh. I can sit for hours and hours listening to My Earth Mother talking… telling stories.. omg.. so funny to know she has been through dating time, mating time, or whatever time it was.. or *sobbing* what sadness she has been through, war, poverty, terror, bombing, raping of village sacred young women and scared young men must go to war to defend the country. YOU GET TURNED ON BY THAT SHIT?? SEEING SOMEONE GETTING RAPE??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG!!! FUCKING MOLESTER AND YOU DARE HAVING SEX WITH YOUR OWN KIDS WICKED AND WICKED!!

THE AMERICAN ARMY, YOU ACTUALLY RAPE THEM WHILE YOU SERVE AND HELP???? I HAVE SEEN THE FUCKING VIDEO! OR WHATEVER YOU PUT ON THAT FUCKING EMPTY BOX, and I do hear the story, and I have seen the pictures!

FUCK, then DON’T HELP! STAY the Fuck Away… let their business be their business.. drama QUEEN, more than me.. I do it with class and style, you do it shitless and headless, clumsy and tactless… I call upon my brother Lord, Yeshua, because you ALL curse his name MANY Times.. even I, but he knows me…. Ressurection is for real… so don’t let me GET BOLD AND FIERCELY! I MIGHT NOT TALK MUCH… IN DEPTH… BUT I DO HOLD POWERS WHEN I TALK TELEPHATICALLY…

THIS WAS A DECREE BY THE LORD, HE ASKED ME WHAT I WISH, FOR ONCE, I WAS SELFISH, I SAID I WANT EVERY ANTI-LOVE AND NARCISSISTIC WHO DOESN’T FUCKING KNOW WHAT SACRED TRUE LOVE TO DISAPPEAR FROM THE SURFACE OF THE EARTH, A REAL MANIFESTATION … BECAUSE HERE I AM… SAVING ALL MY SACRED LITTLE EMPATHS AND SACRED SENSITIVE WOMEN WHO Have FORGOT THEIR OWN PRIDE AND DON’T DISCERN WHAT’S REAL OR FAKE “TRUE LOVE”

NOW DO READ MY FUCKING LOVE LETTER TO MY BELOVED GODDESS OF SATISFACTION.

I THOUGHT TO SEND THIS BEFORE SHE Responds… BUT.. I DON’T BLAME HER BECAUSE I HAD TO BREAK THE LOOP!

With the wings of Pegasus, I delivered the treasure within my Heart to you.

The intention was to bring it with me once we meet so that I can lay it in your hands with an assurance of safety, but my patience ran out, and my pride took over.

Don’t misunderstand me when I said my patience ran out. Even how much I would stand before you and tell you what lies in there, I feel the timing for my presence isn’t ripe. Besides, I do loathe the thought that “time” stall me from bringing news of love and light.

Pride as in asking you more than three times, but still I didn’t get any answer to if you could or not, and not even a maybe “let me check if I can.” I am thoughtless, and you are not to blame for my decision of asking, and I could already calculate that there won’t be any answer given. But my stubbornness didn’t leave me alone, it whispered, “Be persistence, ask again, remember what she said the first time, or the time after that, don’t give up.”

Lately, the thought of stepping my feet into a noisy, stressful and crowded city makes me feel anxious, and my heart and my body scream in unison that it’s wise to let go of pushing anything to happen, just let go and let God.

I love you with all that I have got, also means that my pride and dignity can’t be left out. I might be meek and soft while in love, but when pride and dignity set in, mild and softness is not what you will see. I am going to let you decide the time and date when you will be able to meet me, and the best for us is for me to not asking or planning any meeting soon. I don’t have any option left since you are how you are, and it’s not like I harbor any expectation of you wanting or falling in love with me. I don’t care for any title at the moment; I just want to cherish the time I have left here with you while on Mother Earth. And to give up is not an option I would choose because choosing that option is to declare myself as someone not capable of loving. What I have learned so far in this material world is to let go, and letting go is not the same as giving up. I merely let go of control of a situation that I am not able to alter.

Everyone is asking me why I stress or rush things to happen, or why I want what I want and that I have to conform to the way things are here on Earth. Everything is moving like a speed of a snail, people procrastinate and wait for things to fall into their laps. People say patience is a virtue, of course, it’s true, patience is indeed a virtue, but do they have to belittle me and make me feel as if I am wrong in the way I pursue my goals? I’m sorry, I am not here to settle in and live to fit in a tick-tock world. Everyone thinks they have time, but I don’t believe in time, I have only faith in the living of the now moment. I live now. I can’t wait for tomorrow to live and to love or create that which is important to me.

I don’t hate anyone for how they are being. I don’t like to complain or nag. And I don’t like to invade people’s space or feel like an intruder, that’s why I decide for myself that it’s best for us if I let you choose what is best for you. Probably also because if I continue planning and asking to meet you, and you still don’t want to, or not able to give me an answer, I would feel like I am nagging which I loathe the most. At times I want to ignore it and pretend it’s fine, but I already see a pattern displaying itself. I don’t like to come out as a know it all, the truth is, I don’t know, and I dislike not knowing. If I don’t get an answer, I will make one up, and that will probably not be realistic, and I respect your privacy, I don’t want to force any change or demand you to change. Of course, you don’t have to answer me when I ask to meet, that’s why I am saying I don’t blame you for how I feel, all I am doing now is making an effort on how to flow and make it possible to stay in touch without any restriction.

It’s not that I am not able to travel without setting an appointment to meet you, but I don’t feel welcome if I go there and get no answer. It happened so many times before that I am fearful to venture down the streets of an old past and to go back home like a lost puppy with a gift in my hands. And I do not like to play a role of a stalker, or ringing on your doorbell unannounced. I don’t believe it’s romantic or respectful action towards someone I love with all my heart and soul. Whoever like this kind of stuff must watch too much Hollywood movies. What’s sweet and loving by scaring or frighten your beloved with such actions?

Sometimes when I hear people tell me that their significants other would come by their apartment during the night, lurking outside, and scream their lungs out in a state of drunkness to confess their love – made me wonder what’s romantic about such action? They woke a whole neighborhood and acted foolishly, and their words scattered, and at times they don’t even remember what they have been saying. Probably, 99.9 % of the time they even deny that they confess or blame on the liquor or something else. Their significants other might have to let them in just to quiet them down so not to make a scene or further embarrassment. But some seems to love that kind of thing, is it Hollywood dreams of romance?

At times I thought to myself, “Would the one I love like me to act like that?” But I couldn’t hold back from making a stern face and shake my head. It’s not me to do such things. Firstly I have to maintain an image of royalty, a Goddess. Second I rarely use alcohol to speak my heart, and I would not like anyone to use liquor to talk to me and third, why should I torment myself being someone I am not? I love myself too much to embarrass myself in front of my beloved. I’m sorry, I live in a world where there’s only grace and nobility. If I let myself lose control and get wasted because the one I love is how she is, and instead of taking responsibility for who I am, I would not be allowed to feel sorry for myself.

It’s reckless to be in love in such a desperate manner without having a clear mind, you know I am not able to forget, even though I have the heart to forgive myself for the action I might have done. But since it made me feel less than, or humiliated it would probably give me a nightmare for the rest of the short life I have here as a human being.

I would travel to another continent to meet you if you just say the magic word, I am very straightforward and easy to please, ask, and I will come. Nothing is more important than sitting down face to face and see you with my eyes, feel you with my heart and speak words of clarity. Of course, I also understand when you are busy or rather want to enjoy your time alone or that you are there and I am here, alas, whatever time there is I need to grasp with my hands, it’s like sand running through my fingers.

I send you this message to let you know that I am ok now with the thought of not knowing when and where to meet. I won’t ask any further of planning to meet, and I won’t be going to the big city and stop by you either because it’s like beating around the bush and having an excuse to see you. My time is reserved for you only if I ever come, and not because I am doing business there and stop by you. Because what if you can’t and don’t have the time or don’t answer or, I don’t know, imagining myself begging for your time makes me feel and think myself like a beggar, unworthy of seeing you, even if just for a brief moment. I understand you don’t intend me to feel that way, but it’s how it is. My feelings and imaginations run deep and wild.

I was torn between if I should give you a hug when we meet, or let it be something reserved for someone who wants me. Because last time you touched my face, my soul has already decided that it wasn’t just my skin you touched. It was everything that I am that you touched. I was a bit afraid to offend you that you might think I have anything against you because of what you told me. But it’s not what it seems like, and I just realize how much I honor you and love you that I want to be as pure as possible, in mind, heart, and body, any other reason is also that I want you to feel as safe as possible with me.

I announced to everyone in my life that I don’t give out hugs anymore when meeting them. I told my mom I am in love and that I am not going to live at home anymore, and I don’t want her to hug me or kiss me either. Whether it is family, best friends or stranger, I really can’t care less of how sorry they feel because I can’t live the way I used to live. To be honest with you, in my heart, I am weakest because I don’t know how to be someone I am not to please other. And it’s probably the best, and the highest good of all that I stay true to myself even if I going to spend most of my time alone, to live alone and not to tell people how I feel or what I think.

I don’t answer such question anymore, most people just beat around the bush and think by asking how I am doing, then I might give them the time to spill their lungs out. It’s fine, they can talk to me, but they don’t need to pretend that they “care” while they, in reality, want advice or just to get approval for something they have been thinking or feeling or that they only want someone to load their burdens, or sell me things. Besides, it doesn’t help them to know such information about me. Some people often tell me they have been thinking of me, meaning to ask if I am doing fine, but instead of making an effort to get in touch, they rather let it slip behind the back of their mind. How am I suppose to believe that they care? I am a bit afraid that it would be too late when one day I am not here anymore, and that time will come.

Every idea I hold within my heart and mind about my lifestyle is exclusive for you, and it’s because of you. I build my future with you in my soul, I live not for myself, I live for you, and I do live for everyone else too. I do carry out my divine mission with pride and a humble heart.

I don’t have eyes for anyone else right now because I can’t cheat myself to think that feelings aren’t there, I can’t lie to myself how am I suppose to lie to you, I don’t do white lies either. Sometimes I don’t make an effort to think of you, but you happen to be on my mind. Even if you aren’t here, I still can feel you and my soul whisper tenderly to me, Amaia, love her. Your touch has already lingered within my being, you found my soul, and now I don’t know how to repay you, but to exist as someone people going to misunderstand me for being too direct, too strict, and too selfish.

But in reality, all I am doing is to take responsibility for my happiness and balance myself, since I don’t know how else I am going to survive. I do live in a world of my own at the moment, and it’s nothing wrong with that, I am willing, at least for this one whole year, let me be selfish as to love myself selflessly.

All I know now is to live through it, whichever misunderstanding that occurs within the next moment of my life I will not stop loving because of it. I will ignore and not confront people or expose their lies if that’s what they want to do. I do understand that everyone has the right to proceed with caution, at a pace that’s suitable for them. Sometimes change doesn’t happen overnight for everyone, the greatest responsibility for me was because I did evolve over the night. And I don’t want to “try” anymore because try doesn’t help anyone. Usually, when people say they will try, they disempower themselves, it’s like a half promise to themselves, thus to the person they are looking in the eyes. You are either not ready or do it wholeheartedly, make an effort to do what you know is right for you after contemplating if you really can. Because when you say you try to be happy, to change yourself, to be a better person, and because of the word “try” there is the struggle.

Why try? Why do people “try” to live? Can they just live with all the feelings they have through thick and thin while being who they are? So ok, I won’t reject the word try, all I know is that I don’t use the word try or “have to” anymore. There’s nothing I have to do, all I know is I want to do it because I know now that with great power comes great responsibility, and I know people can too if they just change the way they speak to themselves. If they can’t, then I am willing to transmute whatever dark feelings or thoughts they hold within their minds about themselves and put my love out there, whoever caught the idea of loving and honor themselves as much as they want other to love and accept them will at least enjoy life more.

If it’s my demise, then at least I know I did make an effort and no one is to blame. No one is required to love me, or cherish me or acknowledge me, even if I am at my worst or my best. If I ever am at my worst, then I would rather be alone for myself, as to not affect anyone with the pain of seeing me suffer since they are likely going to tell me to stop crying, or talking in my ears about things I already know. Or sigh because they don’t understand what’s so difficult for me to live the way they do or want to hold me when I don’t want to feel weaker as I already feel since I would stop releasing the sadness I carry within me to make them feel better.

I don’t know if telling you all this will help.

Traveling these days by car, train or plane with a speed of low frequency makes me yawn. I yearn to teleport myself to wherever I want to go, it would save me a lot of time, and I could deliver messages of love faster in person.

I will always find possibilities to get my expression of Divine Love traveling faster to you, yes, I am impatience, because I don’t like to procrastinate once I live with passion. What I can do today, I don’t delay for tomorrow. If it happens, there will be discord and tension in me, tormenting me and disharmony would throw me off my saddle. I am sorry, this is how I am, bear with me for another moment after you unwrapped the treasure of my heart. There’s no gold or diamond. I come to you with my Queendom of Heaven, pearls of wisdom, love, and light, that’s all I have which are valuable to me than any stone or minerals in this world.

All the gratitude I hold within me for your existence, you make me wants to live as who I am, and not what people expect me to be, even if I die each night to be reborn anew.

Thank you for your kindness and patience in someone who seems to live in a fantasy world.

Ps: A song happens to play the tune of what my heart is singing for us to hear at this moment of the dawn.

Singer: Li Yu Gan
Title: Just meet you

We’re sobbing
We’re laughing
We look up to the sky to find that the stars are still shining
We’re singing
The song of time
Then we understand why we embrace each other
Because I happen to have met you
Which is why leaving my footprints is beautiful
Wind blows; flowers fall; Tears drops like rain
Because I don’t want to be apart from you
Because I happen to have met you
And leave a 10-year-wish
I think I would remember you if we meet again.

If one day I am not here in this world anymore, do your best to love every single particle in this world, look for love wherever you go and remind yourself that love is all there is and you are that love to the world. Don’t underestimate yourself, there’s light within you, let it shine, and you will be ok! At least that’s what I pray to the Universe, Gods, Goddesses and all the beloved Archangels and Angels.

If there’s anything I know to be true, is that I don’t know anything else but love.

The messenger of love, Amaia.

BUT THEN SHE RESPONDED BEFORE I GOT TO SEND IT.

SO I GIVE HER ANOTHER SURPRISE, A PLEASANT EDITING OF WAVES OF LIGHT BEFORE I COME WITH SOME THUNDER BECAUSE I HEARD SOME SHIT.

AND THIS WAS PART 2 EDITING BEFORE I WENT TO THE BIG CITY. EXHAUSTING FOR A LADY WITH CLASS AND STYLE, ELEGANCE… TO BE IN A BIG CITY, SINCE SHE IS JUST A GIRL INSIDE WHO IS DEEPLY, MADLY, BOLDY IN LOVE. BUT WHATEVER, I WILL TAKE THE TAXI TO FRAME SOME OF MY BEAUTIFUL SACRED ASCENSION ACCELERATORS PICTURES IN GOLD FRAME, SPEND SOME ENERGY THERE… AND LATER ASKING FOR A CAFE PLACE… BUT MY SENSE OF DIRECTION IS NOT ALWAYS GOOD, BUT SITTING CHILLING ON A BENCH WHILE WAITING FOR HER TO REPLY… THEN ASKING FOR HELP, AND SHE WILL GLADLY HELP… YEAH, I AM NOT WEAK BY ASKING FOR HELP, BUT SINCE I RATHER GO THE EXTRA MILES, SO I CARRY THE TREASURE TO HER, BUT DIVINE FATHER GOD GAVE ME A LIFT, BUT I DID PAY FOR THAT LITTLE RIDE ON THE TRAMP! YEAH, YOU TRAMP, I DO HAVE PROOF FOR TAKING IT EACH TIME AND I PAID FOR MY RIDE! 

With the wings of Pegasus, I will come and deliver the treasure within my Heart to you.

I was torn between if I should give you a hug when we meet, or let it be something reserved for someone who wants me. Because last time you touched my face, my soul has already decided that it wasn’t just my skin you touched. It was everything that I am that you touched. I was a bit afraid to offend you that you might think I have anything against you because of what you told me. But it’s not what it seems like, the true meaning behind it was because I realized how much I honor you and love you that I want to be as pure as possible; in mind, heart, and body. And another reason is also that I want you to feel as safe as possible with me.

I announced to everyone in my life that I don’t give out hugs anymore when meeting them. I told my mom “I am in love, and I am not going to live at home anymore.” I did make it clear to her that I don’t want her to hug me or kiss me either. Whether it is family, best friends or stranger, I really can’t care less of how sorry they feel because I can’t live the way I used to live. To be honest with you, in my heart, I am weakest because I don’t know how to be someone I am not to please other. And it’s probably the best, and the highest good of all that I stay true to myself even if I spend most of my time alone, to live alone and not to tell people how I feel or what I think.

I don’t answer such question as for how I am doing anymore, most people just beat around the bush and think by asking how I am doing, then I might give them the time to spill their lungs out. It’s fine, they can talk to me, but they don’t need to pretend that they “care” while they, in reality, want advice or just to get approval for something they have been thinking or feeling or that they only want someone to load their burdens, or sell me things. Besides, it doesn’t help them to know such information about me. Some people often tell me they have been thinking of me, meaning to ask if I am doing fine, but instead of making an effort to get in touch, they rather let it slip behind the back of their mind. How am I suppose to believe that they care? I am a bit afraid that it would be too late when one day I am not here anymore, and that time will come.

Every idea I hold within my heart and mind about my lifestyle is exclusive for you, and it’s because of you. I build my future with you in my soul, I live not for myself, I live for you, and I do live for everyone else too. I do carry out my divine mission with pride and a humble heart.

I don’t have eyes for anyone else right now because I can’t cheat myself to think that feelings aren’t there, I can’t lie to myself how am I suppose to lie to you, I don’t do white lies either. Sometimes I don’t make an effort to think of you, but you happen to be on my mind. Even if you aren’t here, I still can feel you and my soul whisper tenderly to me, Amaia, love her. Your touch has already lingered within my being, you found my soul, and now I don’t know how to repay you, but to exist as someone people going to misunderstand me for being too direct, too strict, and too selfish.

But in reality, all I am doing is to take responsibility for my happiness and balance myself, since I don’t know how else I am going to survive. I do live in a world of my own at the moment, and it’s nothing wrong with that, I am willing, at least for this one whole year, let me be selfish as to love myself selflessly.

All I know now is to live through it, whichever misunderstanding that occurs within the next moment of my life I will not stop loving because of it. I will ignore and not confront people or expose their lies if that’s what they want to do. I do understand that everyone has the right to proceed with caution, at a pace that’s suitable for them. Sometimes change doesn’t happen overnight for everyone, the greatest responsibility for me was because I did evolve over the night. And I am not going to “try” anymore because try doesn’t help anyone. My love is unconditionally, and I care wholeheartedly for Mother Earth and every living being. I am here to love every particle in the Universe.

Traveling these days by car, train or plane with a speed of low frequency makes me yawn. I yearn to teleport myself to wherever I want to go, it would save me a lot of “time,” and I could deliver messages of love faster in person.

I will always find possibilities to get my expression of Divine Love traveling faster to you, yes, I am impatience, because I don’t like to procrastinate once I live with passion. What I can do today, I don’t delay for tomorrow. If it happens, there will be discord and tension in me, tormenting me and disharmony would throw me off my saddle. I am sorry, this is how I am, bear with me for another moment after you unwrapped the treasure of my heart when I come to you. There’s no gold or diamond. I come to you with my Queendom of Heaven, pearls of wisdom, love, and light, that’s all I have which are valuable to me than any stone or minerals in this world.

All the gratitude I hold within me for your existence, you make me wants to live as who I am, and not what people expect me to be, even if I die each night to be reborn anew.

Thank you for your kindness and patience in someone who can’t breathe only air, but love, romance, and beauty too.

When the dawn before sunrise, I will prepare to leave my Venus Temple, and come to you with waves of delight.

With Love and Light.
Amaia

AND.. YOU KNOW WHAT? THAT DAY… SOLAR ECLIPSE… MMM… RAIN, WE MADE DINNER… HAD FUN, LAUGHING… EVERYTHING WAS WAVES OF DELIGHT, BECAUSE WHEN WE PARTED, AND I ACTUALLY ALMOST DID GET A FINE, SINCE I HAD MY HEAD IN THE CLOUD FOR HER SWEET SMILE… SO SILLY ME… AND FORGOT TO BUY THE FUCKING TICKET BEFORE I WALK INSIDE… AND I ALMOST GOT “CAUGHT” BUT HELL NO, I DO FINE! BECAUSE THE SACRED DIVINE MAN actually helped me… so… I am going to be silent…

The End ..

But more to come.

Sprinkling Butterfly stardust wherever I go.
With Love
Miracle, The Supreme Seraphim.

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