On the Other Side There was a time in my life that admittedly and shamefully needs it fair time in the sun. Aired out and shared. If only for what it can teach now with a look back that is only learned by living life filled with all of its incredible lessons. Standing Face in a Mirror I look back at the woman I once was. May you take from this a blessing and see light upon your paths. Spirit takes us through many stages to get to a place where you are blessed enough to see Spirit Everywhere! Young and brash, bold as can be, a fire not to be tamed by anyone. Female and small would not tame the strong willed woman I was meant to be. Often have words been said to me as if a curse that had to be lifted. A woman that needed to know her place. I was rebellious to any and all figures that stood before me as an authority over me. Why? Well, this could be told from the time I was born and the earliest beginnings of my existence. A child not even born yet and a grandmothers warning. “This child has to be with me until the danger has passed.” These words were spoken to my mother. For the first seven years of my life I was blessed beyond all comprehension. A loving woman, poor and strong. She new how to make due with everything. A love so beautiful every child should have the right to know was granted to me the day I left the hospital in my grandmothers arms. Looking back I can only speculate what the danger may have been. I was seven the day she passed away. The woman who taught me to Love Spirit. That has never left me. Not one single day of my life. I knew Spirit was all around me. I saw it everywhere. In the rays of the sun through clouds, In the Moon, In the trees. All of this made me question more and still lights my path. I follow where Spirit leads. For there are always lessons to be learned. If it Brings you Joy your path is lit before you. I have learned many things upon my path and what I learned from “Religion” is fear, ego, judgment, hypocrisy, self righteousness and condemnation! Boy did I learn them well! I stood on my high ground and knew how to wield my bible like a good soldier. And for much of the battle I was wounded because I left my sheild upon the ground. I lacked compassion. Where is the compassion in cutting someone down and out of lives not ever trying to understand where they are at in their lives (their paths). Look within, remember days long pas.t A hand that reached out in love and acceptance. Where is Jesus (Yahshua) in your Religion if you have no love and compassion? ~Crystal Gypsy~
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 19:34:03 +0000
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