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Aura

It speaks volumes.

By Ace HowellPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Aura
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This feeling is fresh.

Like a new car aroma here to stand the test of time.

Never felt it before.

Other times were also great but this one not only felt different,

it hit different.

In a powerful way.

Those times before felt of happiness but that happiness was blocked.

What blocked it you ask?

Pain, trauma, loss, and heartbreak.

They say harbored emotions block blessings,

and throw chakras off.

The storms, the disasters, and agony of unhealed experiences.

It was Mother Earth in grief.

Would you like to know what she felt like this time?

Of course you would.

It was dark,

going into the early hours of the morning.

She rests peacefully beside me.

I gently placed my hand on her hip,

soothed it with ease.

My hand traveled lower to her bottom.

I rubbed it firmly but smoothly.

The initial instinct of our primitive nature is erotic as thoughts traveled.

Believe it or not the intentions of intercourse wasn't the goal,

intimacy was.

My hand resurfaced to her hip and a bit higher.

This is where I felt it,

Her light.

Her energy.

Her aura.

It released so fast and unexpected.

The experience was overwhelming but highly fulfilling.

Feeling her spirit at work through human form.

Flicked on like a light switch.

So pure, innocent, and authentic.

It created a deeper love.

A bigger one at that.

Made me want to love and protect her along with this amazing energy even more.

So powerful it produced a very potent but refreshing scent.

Smelled of fresh azaleas as they blossom during spring.

A feeling came alive.

Describe you ask?

It was calming the way ocean waves hit your feet on soft sands.

Shining bright as the sun at the height of a summer day.

Cool and relaxing as a tropical breeze on the water.

Peaceful as a snowy winter day in a warm home with a hot meal.

Mother Earth in her true configuration of beauty.

Maybe this is what a caterpillar feels just as it advances into a butterfly.

It was a feeling of growth,

evolution and healing.

A feeling.........

of spiritual rebirth.

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Ace Howell

The Pen.

A weapon for defense, a tool for building, or an instrument of destruction.

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