Raina D. McGowan
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I am a word loving, world traveling, singer, and slinger of color on a page. I love to spin stories out into the ether and see where they land! May you feel blessed and illuminated as you go on wordy journeys into heart space with me.
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Remembering Yeshua
He would have never hurt her. He stood taller than her and looked down upon her with loving eyes. Who was he to be so kind? No man had ever seen her the way he had. She remembered the day he had pulled her to the river's edge. It wasn't really all that surprising to her that there were multitudes of six petaled flowers growing all around them. It seemed that wherever they walked, new life grew all around them. His aura was shining blue into crystalline white. She sighed and breathed in the swirl of their connected Merkabah's: he was more than her lover; he was the other half of her star-soul. She was divinely incarnated feminine and he, oh, he was divinely, incarnated masculine with rough-hewn hands and a mischievous, half-cocked smile.
By Raina D. McGowan3 years ago in Fiction
I am LigHTwOrkEr
I am what I yam, said the great Iyam! The girl sat in her soul seat and observed her actions. She was waiting for her date to show up. She had met the man at a bar one evening. After learning that one of her many talents was landscaping, he had immediately targeted her and had lured her into his life by offering a job of moving his large, self-made coy pond. She realized that he had never intended to hire her and offer her any kind of abundance. Men like him were everywhere: attracted to her shine, her beauty, but scared of her spirit, flowing connection. She understood that their fear attracted them to her like moths to a flame. Little did they know that her soul shine would burn away their egoic illusions and would firmly force them to face their own egoic manipulations. Of course, she understood herself to be the mirror and that she had to be very careful not to fall into the same egoic illusion. When Lucifer himself offers you gifts of material wealth in exchange for bowing down and worshiping his power, one must take a deep breath and understand their own sovereign power in connection with spirit. It is not up to us to BE GOD, but we are DIVINELY HUMAN and hold the GOD spark WITHIN us. The egoic trick is to think that material goods will bring us soul treasure. All of this is false and must be called out into the light. So many who have embraced the worlds path of amassing wealth have literally sold their souls for this materialistic embrace. This embrace holds the false light of comfort and will give you any drug and any illusory comfort just to keep your light around. Don't buy the hype of material delight! And, make no mistake: infinite CREATOR wants to see us light, bright souls gifted with infinite abundance, but this abundance comes within submission to the divine will for our lives. We must listen and pay careful attention because what is meant for us will come out of our own giftings, not by swindling others for short-term monetary gain or physical comfort. And, as a great messenger said so long ago, we must pay attention to what kind of foundation our house is built upon. Be cautious because you may be entertaining a divinely lit earth-angel, unaware because you are so fixated on material prosperity and beauty rather than soul-wealth.
By Raina D. McGowan3 years ago in Fiction
Blue Bard Forget-Me-Nots
The fifty something man lifted his head off the wooden table; his brow was creased with sleep and time. He had woken suddenly to the smell of rot coming from the garbage. He pushed his hands up on the table and got up. His body ached and he felt the effects of last night's bottle. Whiskey was expensive these days, so he had taken to drinking the stuff mixed with vodka. My god, it was the worst, but it helped him pass out; he didn’t really care if he went to bed anymore.
By Raina D. McGowan4 years ago in Fiction
