Researcher Poet Artist Tea blender dancer Alchemist My greatest Blessing is to be Mother Of 4 Sons
They make my heart sing.
my cat the miracle worker
When my little cat Sarabella becomes nothing short of a miracle-worker. At certain stages in this great journey we call life we sit down and take a retrospect, going over, hand in hand with memory, the crooked old road and carefully treading in the same footsteps, looking upon the same scenes, suffering the same old pains and rejoicing in the smallest of joys. At such as these times the sleek little cat comes into my life ,the little black and white angel.. I was born with an intense passion for animals. I am a Australian woman , therefore am I a woman of strong passions. I have married many times without success always attracting the same type the boy in a mans body. My love is for the animal kingdom so have I found my little cat , and she has returned to me one hundred times a hundred fold so much love into my life. In the Manboy there is deceit, deception rules his nature. As I treat my little cat with kindness, I invariably, will always be overwhelmed with the gratitude of her presence her company her purrs and her little cat kisses. My little cat never did bite my hand that always did feed her— the Manboy did frequently with his punches kicks and bites. Therefore, I live with my little fluff ball of cuteness and center my affections in her. I have made my unalterable choice. I have been in the presence of my little teacher with her gentler manners and the kindness of her love , perhaps the greater intelligence little SaraBella my little cat God’s creation who is far above the Manboy ,her inexhaustible love. In my love for the little Cat and my preference for that beautiful animal above all others, I did not stand alone. Nearly all men , both in ancient and modern times, have signified their preference for the Cat in the strongest terms of the elegance .
I SPENT TIME IN THE WATCH HOUSE
I had a slight feeling of knowing something was coming. Of course yes I was on the run hiding out for 4 years from my past,I made some really stupid mistakes only after the age of 50. It was my fault for going along with the wrong man, we were not good for each other it was a toxic love. But we did love each other with absolute soul connection maybe second true love.But I had a tainted life full of violence just like a beautiful magnet calling in all the demons. Life was like the Tarot 10 of swords card, the woman lying flat on the ground with her face facing the dirt. She is covered with red cloth from the chest down to her legs. Ten long swords are stabbed into her back, she may not have seen this end coming. There is a terrible stillness in the air: the sky above him is black and cloudy indicating the fear and negativity associated with death. The waters in front of her are still, with no ripples — adding to the eerie stillness and finality. Looking into the horizon, in the east, the sun is rising, and the weather seems very calm despite the darkness. The Ten of Swords seems to intimate that this is the lowest point in one’s life, and it cannot get worse than this. At least, even in this state, the sun is rising.I did call in all the energy of betrayal, violence and just hard lessons not just for me but for my four sons, they endured much..
The Flower Faced Owl Godess
Once upon a time in the Realm of Sky - the dwelling-place of the Gods and the origin of the great cosmic pattern. As The doors Open to the kingdom the cosmic gateway to divinity we find the Paradise which is of course, ruled by a loving law. All places of purity to live in are governed by laws of Love . Within paradise there are many kinds of trees, with different fruits, each fruit has it's own use. We can also see beautiful flowers with unique colors which carry meaning as well as their own healing properties for our bodies to eat them and absorb their energies into us so that we may become more powerful in the physical world..
The Parfume tree
The parfume of the tree that makes everybody Love you. Do you want a perfume like that? People think love is just all about beautiful feelings its numbers its sensory cells .The whiff the parfume EROS#. It is just one word with a 1000 different meanings .
LOVE IS FOR GROWN UP'S
This life has nothing but learning for a young woman a daughter of the narcissistic mother. My secret's of maternal deprivation and abuse. We the Daughter's of narcissistic mothers often always form dysfunctional bonds to pseudo love. Fifty six years of self reflection only with violent adventures loving many men who were mirrors of my mother, It was as entering into the divine communication like a monk in the act of self flagellation asking always for atonement. The trauma bonds the dark energy which cursed every part of life and my four beautiful sons it never changes when you are in the presence of these mothers. Nearly every woman I met in the Women's refuges had suffered from a broken bond with the mother .The golden child who was my brother he too suffered in never knowing love as he also directly assumed the responsibility of our narcissistic mother through physical abuse of the scapegoat, so that our narcissistic mother did not have to bear it alone. As my narcissistic mother was jealous of the Feminine irrationally, so in order to ensure her superiority, she would try to destroy me with her cruel words always gaslighting negating my feelings. As my narcissistic mother did feel powerful and conceited, seeking admiration from others, thinking she is superior to others, her lack of compassion, exploiting, to humiliate others, too sensitive to criticism, she think's she deserves special treatment, and worse were her affairs . For the damage caused she would gaslight . My Narcissistic mother desperately need admiration, power and control, with a slice of arrogance, lack of empathy, and self-esteem.