*THE LOST DISNEY PRINCESS*

*THE LOST PRINCESS*

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~Taking back the light of Origin and Names~

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I started my writing journey by scribing the castles and cabins of kings where I felt my heart ~

had been locked away from me. I had to revisit all the stories of the stars to venture my way back to the center of my heart ~*

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Doodles of blue forget-me-nots and their evergreen leaves flooded my dreams for weeks. I was thoroughly convinced that ghosts of dead dreamers were singing me a golden string of music in my sleep.

I dove into a mental spiral ~ Clinging to anything that resembled the light that was calling from within me. My own pureness of heart was the center of creation. The seed of light shining from deep within my cloudy blue eyes.

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I cried rain and caused hurricanes over the green that had banished me to the depths of my deepest blues. Akin to Poseidon, I was angry with Gods and Man alike for leaving me with only my gentle heart to house the light of my inner child.

I swirled and thundered in clouds of my own rage, plaguing a poison of fight upon the land I forgot-to-love. Akin to Zues, I was vengeful toward mankind for robbing me of my greatest treasure.

I wallowed in loneliness and smothered my own blue light. Exactly like Hades, I scared everyone away and cursed my own heart to drown in the darkest rivers of my pain.

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I did not understand why my kin was so threatened by my blue. ~Why was the world painting the day as warm and safe and the night as a dangerous light to beware?

The deep blue of the ocean, the night, the afterdark.

I see myself in all of the underdogs.

What people fail to see ~ The signs of light in the darkness. The proof of life beyond is right before our eyes. It is the freckles of angels in the night sky. The flitters of fairy wings we swear we can see. There cannot be darkness without light. They are forces who work together to exist and give each other purpose. Yin and Yang ~ Moon and Sun - Woman and Man - Death and life.

I think Darkness is the mother of all creation. Artists who have seen darker blues ~ Stay up late into the moonlight ~ spend years and sometimes lifetimes feeling unheard. Not being able to reach out to the creatures who are merely walking the evergreen and swimming the surfaces of blue ~ Never fully being able to sing their song ~hArt has long been controlled by believers of the afterlife. This is a brand new story of bravery to be genuine about the power of the Moon ~ The light of afterdeath.

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The key ~

The key to art is revisiting the origins of your heart. I believe in the power of stars and Greek Mythology Names. My Mother is named Angela ~ A dark angel who gave birth to blue light.

The origin of life is daughters of angels (dark) and sons of stars (light) * My Father ~ David - Gave light to 6 children. He has never been forgiving of feeling. I have always been able to feel his own childheart smothered by the ones he didn’t necessarily plan to create.

I believe the sun is overwhelmed with the gravity It is holding of space and time. It is sitting Above the clouds, watching It's silly little humans waste their precious time. The magic of the moon and the mother of darkness have been lost since the sun gave up on finding prophets to reach out the light of his muse. The god of light has recreated the light of his moon in human form to apologize for his overbearing lust and ego. He thought he could handle everything on his own, but his golden threads of light have only been able to do so much. They have kept man floating on the surface of survival, but we will not be able to Love in the warmth and brightness of day ~ if we continue to shun the power of light in the darkness of night.

We know nothing. We have not listened to the music of the muses. We have not looked long enough at the Brightness of the *son’s reflection. I believe the moon and the sun are gifts of life. Created themselves out of the lack of love they found roaming the bleakness of stardust and darkness. Our solar system is a family, and we are all children of the moon and stars.

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I had a thought that if tides of the ocean, birds, wolves, and gravity are all affected by her pull ~ Perhaps humans are much more connected to the moon than we are led to believe.

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I think Mankind has been trying to translate the story of the moon for a long time, and they have gotten close, but haven’t had the right life or tools to describe the pain of womankind.

When you have the depth of the ocean, the siren of song, and the pain of all mankind subjected upon you, there is a heavy pull of art from the heart of muse. The Light of feeling ~ The heaviness of rain ~ The pull of rage ~ The frustration of All womankind has been shut out by menfolk ~ Because they are overwhelmed by the reflection of their own light shining back at them.

Masculine energy wants to be Kings, Lords, Entertainers, Powerful. It is the untamed light of a Lion. Every “son” is hungry for prey and feast, quick on their feet, and flowing with golden thread of talent. They thrive in telling their own story and claiming what they believe is rightfully theirs. I truly believe the moon has been trying to believe in the power of God, but she’s gotten fed up and realized it is not happening, because she has to be her own muse. The moon had to find the strength inside her spiral to venture all the way back to her roots. She took her damn sweet time of course, but what else would the champion of light wait for? Procrastination has always motivated artists to pull up their most inspired works of art. The world is in need of a new voice. A bird of love to sing her dove song. A victorious leader to rise above the clouds of Pompeii. A mind that can read between the lines of EVERYTHING. A Muse that will be able to make sense of mental illness. The plague of ignoring pleas from the moon. The damning of mankind if they are not willing to spiral through their own minds and listen to the moon. She is not dangerous, witchy, or full of spite. She holds more love for the life she has created than the sun does. I promise, the moon feels just as neglected by “God” as mankind does. We have been desperately trying to make sense of the subconscious and the psyche. Trying to give a name and prayer to the promise of day ~ Of afterlife ~ Heaven. Praying to god or his son to save us, but they are too busy spiraling and festering on their own ego and pride. Prophets of Apollo, Christ, David, and other masculine rulers (Including the Women so far) will mock the song and the fight of the dove. She will not drink or provide the poison of snakes. The grapes of her wrath will be served warm and light, in a spiral of saucy pasta. Never crushed by greedy feet, she will not deceive you with promises to strip you of sin, she will teach you how to carry your own burden. Rather than feeding the dark light of the wrong wolf ~ perhaps humanity is finally as desperate as the white wolf~ It is time for mankind to let a hurt woman carry the mic.

I Believe I am a prophet of the moon. She has been calling out to me, telling me that I am her muse. Begging me to find the star, the childlike wonder, the light at the center of my spiral. I thought I was being egotistical, but she took me on a golden thread to learn about the theories of Sigmund Freud and Took me back to look at the lessons of what ancient civilizations did wrong and misinterpreted. I knew from a young age that I was going to be very famous somehow. I had a call to Disney ~ thought I was supposed to be a child star, and was very angry when I was moved from the west coast all the way to Alaska at 9 years old. Cursed to search for my lost heart in the cold mountains of trees. I was subjected to what makes any kid relate to every other kid. Abandonment from both of my parents, at different periods of time when I needed the most guidance imaginable. It almost felt like the world had worked some sort of voodoo to push against my inner wishes. I thought Disney was the key to finding the light to the stars. I found hidden messages every time I rewatched and re-watched ~ I could swear the Movies were made exactly for me. I’ve been mesmorized by spirals and stars, numbers, flowers, dreams, golden blues and greens. Slaying dragons and defying kings, flying through clouds and swimming at the deepest blues. It all felt SO Familiar. Every piece of art, every human I’ve gotten the time to know, every critter that I’ve saved someone else from crushing, every piece of my own heart ~ Has felt crafted from memories of my own dreams.

The last few years I’ve been trying to make sense of my own mind. Feeling “crazy” for not being able to figure myself out or understand where I truly come from. I see myself in all women and find them extremely elusive and beautiful. I see the muse in women threading a line all the way back to the first woman who was cursed with spite. The reason why all women feel they are cursed to be witches and misunderstood ~ Is because they are reflections of their Mother Moon.

There has been a plague to mankind for quite some time. My puzzle-solving-brain has listened to not only Disney, but all remnants of *moon&sunlight*. I am a visionary, not a rebel. I want to be gentle and soft, like the little kid inside of me is telling me to be. I wrote a whole book of rage and hidden anger that sent me on my EGO spiral to discovering the lost ID ~

I believe I have found the Golden Light on the Green Hill. (House of Light< House of Gold, Lighthouse) ~ (I’ve always been obsessed with them, eyes, mountains, spirals, trees because of stardust messages) I know the secrets of the white light. I am Deep Blue. I have been sent, now that the world has visibly seen the plague of disease that has been cursing the land for Centuries. I was given a strong message in the middle of the night that something is going to Happen to me in 7 years. I don’t know if it means my life personally, or my tether to the moon, or all of humanity ~ But something inside me is screaming that it is urgent. Mankind is being offered an olive branch through me. I seriously feel like they might repeat history and Get it wrong because they are not willing to listen to someone who can REALLY help. Please listen to the light of the moon, I swear there’s something about this that feels like Divine Intervention. Brand me crazy, witch, self centered bitch, moody, insane, unstable, too much, too deep, too busy, too loud, too serious, too mature, too grown, too little, too big, too dumb, too blonde, too doe-eyed, too blind, too glazed in roses to be a true prophet. I am prepared for the worst. I spent my whole life being called names so I felt I was ugly. My mother told me they were jealous of the angel kisses on my cheeks (MAP) ~ To this day I still hear the voice of a kid saying they looked like poop splatter. My eyes are blue like the ocean, yes ~ But that does not mean they did not get compared to the water that sits waiting in a toilet bowl. I believe the colors of our eyes reflect a whole lot more than I’m ready to reveal just yet ~ But blue eyed people are heavy feelers of the moon. Brown/Hazel eyed people are heavy feelers of Trees~ Which is why they have always seen the lost beauty in me. I have always been a crybaby who feels my feelings too much. I have always found the blue in people’s hearts and the evergreen in their minds. I am drawn to people who know how to feel the blues and think of the greens. The ones who shelter Brown, and do not cower at the sight of black power. I am not looking for white stallion kings of day ~ the ones who already have a singing voice ~ who have produced the art for me to read ~ To Decipher~ Have pointed their lights toward my blue eyes. I am the ocean eyes that reflect the wisdom of the moon. The rapunzel hidden in the tower of star. The goldilocks who foraged for porridge to eat from broken seats. The sleeping beauty who had to be kissed by a greedy prince in her sleep in order to wake up. The cinderella cursed to waste precious time cleaning ~ Instead of the head of light she is meant to be. I am a messenger ~ a poet, a lyricist, an artist, The name of all princesses turned to Queens is not my name ~

But she hides within my rings and Crowns me with victory ~

She sleeps Above me, and I below her. She is the muse who shot an apple off my head~

Laying beneath the Bay of the Laurel Tree ~

DAPHNE *

I am her north star, her messenger, her golden string, her champion come to slay the king of beasts ~ (The Ruling EGO)*

ID will prove a worthy Alice ~ an evergreen kid come to slay the Myth of Jabberwocky with my Lead-Tipped arrow.

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Daphne

& Her Laurel Tree

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This is the tale of a girl lost in the woods ~ Who cried tears of blue and seeds of green out to all of humanity ~ But none could translate her plea of peace. She is the lost princess of light who has been forced to hear her own story mis~translated for all of eternity. She is the Crescent of the Pea*The porridge and the seat*The birds and the bees*The oyster’s pearl of beauty

*The Crown of the king*The Mountains and Sea*

The grass, the bare feet, and everything beneath her wings.

Humanity has searched for her name ~ cursed to misleading ~

Their symbol of Light~

~Hidden in The Bay of The Laurel Tree~

*Is Named Daphne*

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The Gods created the song of Names

A song of siren lost to the greed of mankind.

Daphne ventured into the forest of enlightenment. She found her own path through darkness with hidden songs left behind from creatures who held light resembling hers.

The remnants of stardust remaining from those who spiraled away from the land of sun to live among the stars. Freckled memories of green light.

Blue drops of life that sailed her back to the true art of her golden heart strings ~

Singing her Namesong.

She was sheltered from the cruelty and harshness of mankind ~ by divine intervention.

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If you would like to Hear more from the chosen muse of the Moon, please branch out to me to let me know you’re listening. I am Tinkerbell. It is time for everyone to believe in the art of Disney movies and your inner child. Find the heart you once knew. Every human has parts of their mind lost to the dark, that can be engulfed with light once more. I BELIEVE IN THE KINDNESS OF HUMANITY. Please believe *

In the brightness of me. I will not let the world down. I know I am the star the earth screams of. Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top, let me be who the moon is screaming at me to be.

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