Lashandia Martin
Stories (6/0)
The Chronicles of the Nightwalker
As soon I stepped in the door way , I kicked off my shoes and ran to the bathroom to take a shower. All the while going over the events of the last few days. I called my cousin over , but now I'm kinda thinking that I should keep this to myself. Honestly if it was meant for her to know about this or anyone else for that matter, then we would meet there. Wherever there is.. Hahaha! I have to laugh at myself because I was ready to take the chance of never being able to go there again by sharing with someone else that may not have the ability to travel and create in that way. I really liked my family in the other realms.. Wow.. I actually experienced another lifetime...
By Lashandia Martin 2 years ago in Futurism
The Chronicles of The Nightwalker
"Your gift, the gift of the pen is a special gift. The ability to use your mind and create different situations, tell a story or even just to document things that happen is a gift." "You would be surprised at how many people don't like to use their hands to release stress, tension or worry. To be able to use your pen and write a story is a wonderful gift indeed!" " You must learnt o use your pen wisely because whatever we create in this realm creates a ripple throughout the other realms. " Shazule loved coming to have writing lessons with her uncle. He was an author and chose Shazule as a child to mentor.
By Lashandia Martin 2 years ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of The Nightwalker
Shahzul lived in a world where the spiritual realm and the physical realm coexisted. In her world , spirits and humans walked together and that was normal. She often visited a family members in other countries and loved that things in their daily lives were different from hers at home. As a child she was never told that when she left home she passed through different portals to other realms. Her family kept her sheltered from the truth about her world. They let her grow up completely unaware of the differences between her and her kin. At the age fifteen she became aware and was very scared and surprised. Every day she used to seeing her baby brother who she now knew was a soul collector, she still loved him so.. She even had a nickname for him . she called him Dominick even tho his name was Jinjah. He was the youngest and she loved him like he was her child. Each one of her siblings where trained in the spiritual arts. She believed that the spiritual arts represented life. She wore big glasses and had wild springy hair. She was also close to her shadow friend. They often had long talks about the places he had been. and the things he had seen. He also was a protector , just like Jinjah. They both were very protective of her. Shahzule had sisters too. A lot of them and they each had powers of their own. And my friends , that is another story for another day.
By Lashandia Martin 2 years ago in Futurism
The Chronicles of the Night Walker
The city is beautiful.. full of light,.. But, So much darkness dwells here. Most prefer to walk in the mornings, with the birds chirping, greeting the sun in motion. I however, walk at night. The silence of the night brings a peace that is hard to explain. there are no cars, bikes or motorcycles. Only you and the night time creatures. On one particular night I was joined by a man that called himself " Blankah". The way that he came to me is still very surprising, because I started out walking , just as I did any other night. I was carefully paying attention to my surroundings as usual, and out of nowhere I felt a hand grab mine. The way he grabbed my hand was so smooth in action, and as he took my hand I jumped, breaking my stride a bit, but he kept on walking and quickly I returned to my pace. Of course I was scared, "Who are you?! " I screamed. "Let my hand go! I don't know you!" He started laughing and simply said, "Yes you do. We pass each other everyday, and when you walk at night, I walk with you.." "Tonight I thought I would introduce myself and get to know you... And find out why you walk alone at night..." All kinds of thoughts started running through my mind. Will he try to kill me?, Is my taser fully charged? Why didn't I have my hunting knife on me?! What was I thinking?! The whole time we were still walking , holding hands. He looked at me and smiled sensing my fear and anger he began speaking to me calmly, " I didn't come to hurt you, I was just curious as to why you walked at night like you do, I guess you can say that my curiosity got the best of me and gave me the courage to speak to you" I looked at his face, studying his features. making sure that I memorized any little thing that would stand out in case he was lying about his intentions.
By Lashandia Martin 2 years ago in Futurism
Whatever you need.
The idea of the knight riding in on a white horse and saving you is instilled in your psyche as a child. We all would like to be saved in some way , shape or form. but it takes a sudden life event to help us to think of ourselves as the saviors of ourselves. Why is this so? Why is it so far fetched to us adults that have been taught that we need to be saved? I have found that it begins as a child. the idea is put into our heads that as a young girl, I would find a man that would come and save me from my everyday nightmare of the single life and we would build this beautiful life together, without any problems. That didn't happen, so I found myself at the age of 41. And we were divorced, jobless and depressed. Bitter about the way we allowed others to mistreat us an use us . Just bitter about issues from my child hood and feeling like I couldn't forgive anyone, especially myself. I wanted to punish myself for being weak. For having expectations that were unreal, and for not standing up for myself as the Queen that I was. I began to learn as much as I could about self healing. And not blaming yourself , but forgiving yourself for everything, including the hurt and pain that I inflicted upon others. Learning how to hold myself accountable was easy.. Holding others accountable, not so much.. To be completely honest it actually took me a few months. But the feeling of the weight lifted off of me was a great feeling. So I started learning other ways of healing myself ands I must say that I am very proud of how far we have come in our healing. Yes, I know that we are nowhere near healed , but the act of taking my healing into my own hands was liberating for me. Showing up for myself everyday has been medicine for my soul. Finding people that actually want to teach and interact with the lessons are a God send to my little movement of self healing. I say "little movement" because its my own healing. When I begin to help others , I envision a ripple effect out into the world... I can see the vision as clear as day... And it feels good... every day...
By Lashandia Martin 3 years ago in Motivation
The last to know
How come am I always the last to know? how come everybody knows before me? What makes them feel like they deserve more than me? what makes them want to see me with nothing, lying dead on the side of the road? My mind... they all want my thought process. my sight. my opinion , but not when my opinion applies to them. I love to see myself in others, in fact that's all I look for. and the other persons ability to see me in themselves. I'm tired of the envy of being financially broke and mentally free. Being a house cat has it's privileges... I am also over the need to prove anything. to show anything. I'm sick and tired of people expecting me tom eat their bullshit and feel satisfied. All I ask for is to be given the same understanding that is expected of me. I am a very forgiving person, but I am human. I cry, scream, I laugh and dance, clean , write. Do whatever I have to to get through the trials that come before me. I never feel defeated until someone asks me if I need help. As if I can't get through this on my own. And please don't misconstrue that last sentence either. when I say alone , I mean me and the most high. as if my faith in the most high guiding me is not good enough or fast enough to suit them. we all have our own pace in this race. I run the 100. I run the relay. I have do the long jump every damn day! Dammit! what else do y'all need to see? Looking around my house , judging... How dare whomever! Fuck the views that you have of me and my children. We are GOOD. everything that has come at us we have faced and over come. Right now I'm only interested in learning things that can assist me with helping them elevate higher and not stay stuck. I have read about a few of the most successful people, not being happy or satisfied when they reach their goals and feel its nothing left to experience or they just had enough and they committed suicide or at least tried to. Today I had no choice but to put my phone down and be present. The best thing that was ever taught to me was how to work through my anger and my pain, and sometimes that means just being still and coming up with solutions for my household. That doesn't mean I'm giving up it just means that everything has a time and space when it's only you and you don't have a team. I am my own TEAM. Everyday there is something new to tackle in my household. Everyday there is a win , big or small to celebrate. We know all to well how it feels to lose everything and have to rebuild. what we are focusing on now is how to be prepared when things come at us out of nowhere. Yes, being a single mom is hectic, stressful and can be overwhelming... But honestly , I wouldn't have it any other way. The peace in my home is worth all of the things that we have been through. It has been worth the struggle. The stress had taken a toll on our mental health. We are working through that as well. Sometimes it feels as though no one can relate, then I am reminded that every single mother has went through something similar as we have and can give words of encouragement. The encouragement feels good. knowing that you have at least someone who can identify with your struggles helps in ways that I couldn't possibly put into words.
By Lashandia Martin 3 years ago in Motivation