THIS Rhett Butler Will Never Die

 I'm experiencing a wonderful, new challenge from the Godz Above and Internal right now. I'm running out of money, don't have a job, but my faith is filling up more and more that I am a living miracle and will be blessed beyond any recognition of my own imaginations capabilities if I can just stay in the present moment, confirming that NOW is all there is and that NOW is complete and perfect. It seems like I've been learning this lesson all my life up till this RIGHT NOW, but I'm more full of understanding of the power of this sort of mental and spiritual reality believing than I've ever been before. This method of living in the present moment reveals so many secrets about how the world operates. Old belief patterns that limited our/my abilities to do the wild imaginary desires of my dreams dissolves as I just be completely here and present with all of my awareness. No more regretting the past, no more wishing things were different/better in the future. Just bei...

 So I did something a bit unusually different the other day. I did a meditative trance healing for a former version of myself. I have this understanding that I do not (we, none of us do) live in just this one seemingly present reality. This reality that I see myself living in is like the dream that I am awake in while I'm sleeping.  It's only one facet of the complex nature of my immortal soul. When I, this body in this reality am sleeping, and then enter into dream activities, perhaps those other versions of "me" that I see are just as real as this one here seems to be. I live just as hard and with as much focus in those dream-me realities as I do in this one. Its just that this one is what has captured the majority of my conscious awareness. In this healing I performed I wanted to forgive versions of myself that were injured emotionally in their alternate dimensions, because after all, they are part of what make up my current reality. I wanted to heal the broken art...

picked up a book at the library last night, solely based on it's title; Succubus Blues, by Richelle Mead . not really expecting to read it at all, but when i woke up this morning i flipped through a few sections before i got out of bed. and i read. and i got pulled in. and i want to read more. and i want to write. again. and i want to write more. the piece i was a letter written by the MC to a friend of hers. apparently the main character is an actual, living, physical succubus and she describes the fascination she has with this mortal man, who, being a succubus, she cannot touch. well, the man is a writer and they sort of date and she talks about how his writing drives her crazy because of his descriptions of sex that his main character has. and she wants to have sex with him but can't. she knows though, that it is her influence, her energy, her desire that is sparking his creativity. and she wants him even more!! well, you know i talk about getting visited by succubi somewhat...