The Art of Logging Out
Since leaving home at 18, I always believed that finding my purpose in life involved a job title. As I slide past the half-mark of my twenties I have realized that a sense of purpose is not something I will find in a job description. I have been taking some time recently to understand what I need on a spiritual level. I have spent many hours engulfed in books filled with every religious concept known to man. Out of the thousands of pages that I have read, there is one philosophy that really stood out to me. I read it while reading about Ancient Egyptian beliefs and it states:
The Girl in the Dream
I hated what I turned into when I fell asleep. I looked down at my hands, trembling still. Last night had to be one of my rougher nights. When Mother introduced me to my powers, she never mentioned the mental strain it would cause to further develop them. I was only able to use them unconsciously, in my dreams. It’s a dark world to work in, in the astral realm...one sees things. Every morning I woke up not sure if I could continue on with my work. “If you want to be a vessel of light, you’re going to have to be exposed to the perversions of the world.” My body shook, and I coughed, struggling to hold back the bile in the back of my throat. I swallowed the bile and reached for the glass of the water sitting on my nightstand, I could see small waves forming in the glass, as my hand still shook.
The Power of the Gods
The world is dying, and I have the burden of feeling it all. I watched helplessly as he drained the world of all the life I had brought into it. I saw him in his human form when he was giving his speech during the First Festival. As I looked up at him with his broad shoulders and dark skin, a surge of joy rushed through my body, and I knew it was him. Only he would create a problem, and then make himself the savior He loved to be worshipped. And despite all the destruction he has caused, I could not help but to love him still. I guess that is why after the festival was over I found myself walking towards the temple he lived in. I pushed through the crowd of people hoping to make it to the temple doors before he did.
The Strength of Her
"Mom and daughters fight." is a phrase that has been ingrained into my head since the moment my mom spoke it to me almost ten years ago in one of the many fights we had when I was in high school. I remember little more from that argument than that phrase and the anger that surged through my body the second the words left her lips. This is not normal. I was so mad that our relationship wasn't a normal one. All of the rest of my female friends' relationships with their mothers seemed to be a lot more traditional. They were able to have conversations with their mother that didn't lead to arguments. It seemed that no matter how well I did in school or how hard I tried in sports I never felt good enough for my mother. The arguments continued throughout high school.
She is Stubborn.
She is stubborn. It’s a phrase I have gotten used to hearing immediately after my sign astrological signs by my dad at the age of seven, I was so excited to learn which one was mine. has been mentioned. Christina is a Taurus, so she is stubborn. When I was first introduced to When my dad told me I was a Taurus, I was confused.