Hollow

As much as I have tried to fill my heart with patience, good deeds, and low expectations, I find I still suffer. I suffer from lack of support, lack of warmth, and mostly, a hollow heart. I am trying, though. I am trying to stay happy, hopeful, and fulfilled. Really, I am happy! I love my life; though, there are bumps and rough edges. I admit, I did not have the most stable childhood, and to this day, I am unsure if life choices came from my upbringing or independent spirit. Sure, I had to make it ... all by myself, with little support. In fact, to this day, I have little support from loved ones for whatever reasons besides selfishness, mental health, and perhaps, their own upbringing. For, I come from a small family tree, which is somewhat broken. So many branches and green leaves have fallen off; yet, still, I persist.

It is like falling down. Sometimes, I fall so hard, I cannot get back up - rather, I feel as if I cannot rise, but then I do. I get up and face another day. I face my life - practically alone -  even if I do have a beautiful family in which I also helped to create. In fact, I have a beautiful life! The sun shines down on us, and we are so blessed because we all work so hard; yet, still, I remain lonely.

I cannot help but think I will always be alone. Indeed, I must face each challenge alone, and sometimes, each reward. Really, it appears that life is about achievements and tests; we are constantly being tested on morality and human endeavors. Is it my own doing? Is everything of my own doing? Am I the sole creator of my life, or am I randomly selected to experience various types of activities to which I must adhere? Perhaps there is no such thing as fate. Perhaps there are no higher powers which assist humanity in either rising or falling. After all, that is all hocus-pocus! So, then, what is the exact definition of morality... and to whom? Just because I am a fractional part of humanity does not mean I cannot define things on my own. I am my own person, and still, I continue on.

I do not have a hollow heart. In fact, it is filled with genuine love, compassion, kindness, and gratitude. I am happy. I am grateful. I notice blessings and am thankful for sunshine and security. I have hope, and I try to not allow fear to get the best of me as I fill my head with nonsense - the kind that is constantly reported on TV or social media. Okay, so it may not all be nonsense, but a true portrayal of various activities taking place on Earth in which I mostly have no control. I cannot decide the destiny of humanity, nor can I steer it clear of certain, fateful tragedies; though, I may add a bit of positivity by sharing, caring, or even just smiling.

Perhaps I have a bit of a hollow heart. Perhaps I do not mean everything I say, feel, or think and I fake a smile to just get by since I have no control over everyday occurrences of random societies. So much goes on, it appears smart not to stop, breathe, and relax. Okay, maybe it is actually healthy to take a break and relax a little by not being so stressed and consumed with constant information that continues to pop up hour by hour, day-by-day. There must be more to life than just nonstop news, communication, dutiful responsibilities, and contributions - not to mention family obligations. There must be more to this hollow existence than what appears to be a black hole getting sucked back into itself, and therefore, back toward eternity.

There must be more to this hollow existence.

Friday the 13th - Divine Love

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The event was intended to be forgotten, burnt so only its ashes existed. Yet, the spirit of such a phenomenal event lived on and became celebrated as Friday, the 13th, with future attributions relating to the number 13.

If one looks closely at this number, one can interpret its significance. Sure, the 13th was the date when most women were massacred for controlling the world with beauty, sexual desire, and an emotional state-of-being. Before then, women were worshiped and considered sacred as our physical bodies meant the birth of new life and nurture, and emotional attachment.

We were then condemned as witches, ones who could not bear any more power over our brothers and life systems. We were burned alive and enslaved, becoming powerless to bear the aggressive and forceful nature of man.

We also had protectors, those in touch with their compassionate side - those who honored and respected the cycle in life which bore new life. Those who appreciated and respected the essence and feel of the Divine Feminine. Those who helped to continue and sustain the birth of new life.

Now, we are here, at the mercy of present-day systems, both Old and New. Now, we are here, still continuing the gift of life, the essence of divinity, the nurture of emotions. For, it is with a mother's touch that all human beings can know and feel love. It is with a mother's touch that one may feel protected and capable, for all life forms are that of masculine and feminine, combined; except for those few who are capable of sustaining Divine Femininity on their own.

The number 13 is the figure that follows sacred 12 levels - 12 months, 12 hours of day, 12 hours of night, 12 steps before starting over... back to Zero, or back to ONE? Zero is thirteen as 13 is the number for which all is lost and gone into the process of renewal. Thirteen is sacred in creation, in how it relates to the in-between from ending to NEW beginning.

Four is often associated with the GOD number in Numerology. Four is the sacred family - mother, father, daughter, and son. Four is Life. Four is complete. With the sacred family comes sacred life, sustained.

Today, we live in a world where parts of masculinity still act as tyranny, where logic must make sense, be applicable, and exclude emotion. We live in lop-sided systems from this, which are often unhappy, incomplete, and usually frustrated. Even our brain has shown us two hemispheres, which include both logic and emotion to function completely. Therefore, we are suppressing emotion. We are suppressing expression. We are suppressing our Divine Femininity.

Until we can acknowledge the Divine Feminine in all of us, until we can balance masculinity with femininity, we will continue to live in a crooked world where only half of us are represented, and half of us are suppressed to nearly extinction. And, as many of us know the peaceful, eternal presence state-of-being, we know that it is not particularly saddening to leave unto a different world through transformation, carrying with us these lessons of our scars and remnants of our beauty.

To all women who represent Divine Love, Nurture, Emotional Intelligence, and the Pathway to Eternity, may GOD BLESS ALL FORMS OF LIFE with your Ever-Presence.



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(Stay tuned for an upcoming fairytale related to the sacred pathway of femininity)


~EternaL Love LOVES YOU

Milestones

Experiencing milestones in life is truly a blessing. Not only is it a mark in one's journey to note how one has been living and what he or she has accomplished, it makes one feel alive! Rather, it should. Milestones are like chapters in a book, and anyone can determine how many chapters will go in one.

Most religions and cultures mark the day a child becomes an adult. Indeed, such an occurrence is a milestone. Even though age does not appear to mark this important stage, there are times and events when suddenly a child awakens to the perception of adults. This is the essence of milestones and why such is celebrated.

Native American culture and spirituality has important, celebrated milestones. For instance, a mark of manhood for most Native American tribes was the day a boy went out to hunt with the tribesmen. Indeed, this is a major milestone for a culture that relied on hunting wild game for food. As with most religions as well, the day a woman moved in with another family marked a major milestone and was often celebrated by terms of an agreement and ritual celebrating the marriage of two people.

There are so many milestones in life, whether one recognizes them, or not. How people celebrate them differ throughout cultures because some cultures may not even celebrate an important milestone. A girl's period, for instance. Although many cultures celebrate the age surrounding the change in a girl's body from child to woman, there is no real direct celebration for the first sign of her menstruation cycle, which is significant and will last for decades. Thus, girls may not even be able to process what such milestone should mean to them. If more girls were aware of the milestone that involves having a monthly occurrence take place for years to come which signified she was able to birth a child and start a family, and that such occurrence is sacred, more cultures might celebrate its significance and milestone mark.

The accomplishments of men might be celebrated differently because at times it is hard to tell when a boy becomes a man. Is it when a boy serves his family more and then starts his own that he officially becomes a celebrated man? Is it the onset of hormones and how the boy responds to them that determines such mark? Perhaps it is when a boy first performs a selfless act and provides for others in a heroic way that determines a boy's sudden mark into manhood. No matter which way such event occurs, it is significant and should also be celebrated as a life-changing event.

Milestones appear to jolt a soul into realization. Such occurrences, whether recognized or not, or which arrive in detail, or not- whether self-made or founded by culture, appear to mark each soul with a special area of growth. Realizing, celebrating, and accomplishing such milestones are significant, and seem to truly mark chapters in life each of us face.