Blood

There are always endless sides to one thing. It's like trying to grasp a basketball. Not just with your hand but with your mind and fully understanding all facets of the ball. There are so many sides and perspectives to it all.  They won't dance with each other.

Nostalgic jewels...

Side note.

Life really does have a twisted beauty of unfolding itself, doesn't it? It's hell and a heaven wrapped up all at once 

spinning through each day by day. The ten worlds of being human all at once.

Blood runs deep, right? Brothers? Sisters? Does that give you permission to completely degrade someone though? If one were ready to spread their wings but blood is holding them back with weight, what do you do? My heart has been tested, and my truth has been compromised. So many shooting stars getting lost in my clouds. What deep karmatic connection it is to be blood. Past lifetimes with roles reversed, nothing is a coincidence. This is all a test which will magnify my strength. The flow of outer energy going through me, not staying within me. A cycle.

Everything will cycle its way through the path that is meant.

Breathe

Your space is the most important thing you can develop. Having your space around you, not allowing the daggers to fulfill the damage set in their hearts.

It's so hard: Compassionate Detachment.

It's so easy: Compassionate Detachment. 

Always fluctuating.

Always a new challenge, a new obstacle. 

I am a spiritual warrior.

Man has to discover for himself that what he thinks as being himself, what he calls "myself," is an illusion, a maya, which is but a cloak of many colors like those that appear on a bubble in the sunlight.