Soul Talks

This is simply from the lessons I have learned living life. All my learnings are subjective, my life has been the trial and error to defend my standpoints. I have had the privilege of meeting many souls and enduring their pains and joys. Many souls have come to me in a time of need, at such a time where they were lost or need of a miracle. I have created miracles for those souls, and I have been blessed to carry it forward and receive miracles when I was at need. These miracles I was given, recharged me and aided me to continue to give and heal the souls that needed it. It was not a sustainable form of work, it was completely opposite of economical, it was the realm of spirt. I had a duty from the soul world to accept the powers I was given and use it to create and love as much life as I could. And through the duration of my journey, my aim has been to touch as many souls as I could with a light so gleaming, that the ability of the soul to be untouched would remain nearly impossible.

I was strolling along the sand, my feet bare and my soul alive. Presently walking consuming the ocean breeze as well as absorbing through my palms and feet the energetic vibration of this place we shall call the universe. The earth is my battery, it is my gasoline. When I am on empty, I stand deep within it letting it consume my physical body, my energetical body. I use this fuel to give back to the many souls I will go on this journey meeting. These souls will see the fullness fuel I have and take from me. I have become a walking gasoline tank. I summon the souls to come to me and take as much fuel as they need. I give with open palms, bare feet, a loving heart, and energized soul.

This is the daily routine of a giver, of a healer. The earth and its powers have summoned us to be of help to those who have been summoned to be in need. I did not choose this job; it came as a gift to me. We come to you as a physical being, but We give to you energetically. Your soul at the time of visiting me be disciplined. There is some form of trouble resisting you from producing your soul purpose. Your internal self was seeking us, seeking a form of aid that was not a physical band aid but an emotional dent. A dent deep enough to leave a bruise of purple filled love.

Your brain does a lot of the talking, and sometimes you do not hear the soul’s voice. The brain fights with the soul and tells it to calm down. Logic and rational is what shall fuel us the brain says. The soul shyly dances around the brain and says no we need to seek magic and chase after a certain passion. The soul enjoys love, it enjoys miracles, and it enjoys the waltz around other souls. The brain has quite the power, it is the dictator of all our crafts. It says sit and we obey, the soul will never say sit to us it will invite us to tango constantly in solitude and in search for other souls who also know how to tango. Some souls are better at this dance and it needs to explore out and teach the other wannabe soul dancers. Unity is only possible once the brain resigns from it authority and lets it be consumed with the force of soul. When soul comes to regime, the possibilities of creation and love are forever endlessly fueled.