Tag: my mystical experiences
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1…2….3…4! Literary Salons Today, Tuesday
November 29, 2022 …And this cat is ready for nighttime relaxation; he picks and chooses where and what he will attend and what he will read…at home…We await his full results from the vet to receive this week; he seems contented and eating well. *** A Tip For Book Lovers who Like Baths: If you […]
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Blushing Morning Sky Dries My Tears and My Confusion Clears
kisses sent :* :* :* :* I am fully in a blushing rose tint, whole room. Jade
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It Was Sweet, It All Renewed Me, Pt. 2
Everyone has trials, but not everyone has these, and coming through them, I am not afraid at all to be deep; it is necessary…You hear my deep thoughts and you believe in me; you see me floating on the water and you know I am not drowning us…You smile often, my face is warmer because […]
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“Who Knew”
Calm, I knew well, interlocked, entwined with mine. Superior, yet open always…first, that certain pale blue, the expansiveness that is close, contentment…Trust, feel safe with my soul-friend; I’d heard from others you looking down often, none of your little news, and mostly I’ve been looking up since I would look, meet both places, eyes meet […]
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Touch
The morning moon above the pines. I touch the pines because you loved them; I’ve loved them too. I smiled at the image on my hand after I saw the photo, and I felt a touch back very much so in the moment. You don’t mind if these are even pines. Love for love and […]
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The Orange-Gold Moon
This was the full moon last night through my window. It was a night I needed to be in the moment rather than writing in retrospect. This moon is in the sign of Aquarius, May Ziadeh’s sun (Feb. 11 1886.) And I see today along with all these wonderful realizations of the earlier post that […]
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A Call As If I Knew It
As you see now, this blog is now on WordPress and you had nothing to do; you were just here. The links have been added, design worked with, and all past posts from Blogger have been posted! I knew it was time last night to get up and go and yet I have kept a […]
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A Poem to Close The Day and Bring Dreams Early
I finished translating this poem before I went to sleep last night. I closed my eyes and a little while after, I felt the touch of fingers through my hair in slow, gentle movements as if someone was leaning down from above me with kindness. * * Reading the poem aloud: Excerpt from Capricious […]
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A Poem Drapes Over My Shoulders
Dressed and ready, as the sun is bright and one bird is whistling notes in the trees, I read again the poem that I read last night, the first from Dream Flowers (Fleurs de Reve) by May Ziadeh. This is the book I found accidentally then when I was looking online to see if there […]
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Morning Words by Shams
It seemed Shams had come by again, this time in front of the bookshelf, and also with a few others. I was half in a dream and so had thought I am sleeping now, was past sleep for me even if still early for them, and they left. 😉 And later on this morning I […]
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Friday Night, Yesterday
My first post today was “For Anyone Creating Anything.” Last night I had written I hadn’t had any mystical experiences to write about in awhile, had joked it could be because I hadn’t read any of my favorite dead poets in awhile too, and they’re maybe wanting to be read again. I am currently reading […]
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More Fairy Adventures. Warm Presence, Morning Green
Morning again. ~**~ I picked this really nice apple off your apple tree, stood on a ladder you had to reach it. Hm, I hope you don’t tell me to put it back. * * * yesterday evening, i had fallen forward intentionally. the wind blew through the just open window, a song on shuffle […]
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Peeko’s Midnight Visitor
Each morning when I wake up, I kiss Peeko on the top of his head and he purrs and rubs the side of his face against mine. This morning, just before I kissed him, I noticed the top of his head smelled like a very lovely perfume today—roses and some kind of expensive powder, like […]
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After Party
Yesterday I was still dressed as an angel or ghost when in one corner of the hallway I breathed in a cool, misty scent with the hint of a flower, maybe violets, in that coolness, and into the room I walked, after a little bit, it drifted near again, and the room was mistily lit […]
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Warm, Misty Rain, And We Fast Forward To Summer
It is now a new month and it is raining; I notice red on the trees for the first time as if it had just sprung up over night. The world is open and I don’t mind how my phone is monumental; words open the world and then open it some more, or maybe I […]
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What An Angel Can Do
Today’s first post was “Sun, I Had No Say In It” with a poem by Amy Lowell read aloud. Last night, the scent of something just lit was subtly there in the room before sleep—the windows face the fenced out woods, there was no fire out there and no one on the balcony—maybe an angel […]
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An Angel, A Ghost, or Some Poems
It has been said that the poet Rumi had angels visit him and that he saw them. Last night, I turned off my lamp and lied down to sleep, and then a couple of moments later, the lamp was on again and no one else had been in the room or had turned it on. […]