There are encounters that defy explanation, moments when the unseen world draws undeniably near. For me, this threshold is often marked by the Limenitis arthemis, a creature of living sapphire and midnight velvet. Its sudden arrival isn't happenstance; it's a deliberate unfolding, its wings tracing an ethereal ballet around me, a presence so knowing it feels like a silent communion. This recurring visit is a profound, personal mystery. As its delicate form settles near, its gaze seems to hold a whispered understanding, connecting realms. In those suspended moments, where the seen meets the unseen, a vivid testament to life's exquisite beauty appears, reminding me to cherish every breath, to embrace every given grace. This is where a thread of connection, woven by the deepest spirit, reveals a timeless ritual.

The Unanswerable Question For as long as humans have pondered existence, the question of what happens after death has lingered. Religions across cultures offer frameworks—heaven, hell, reincarnation, or spiritual union with a higher power—each rooted in faith and tradition. Stories of near-death experiences or claims of past-life memories add layers of intrigue, but none provide concrete proof. At the end of the day, no one who has crossed the threshold between life and death has returned to share a definitive account.

The Yew Seed Are her inner most intimate parts really poison? If I eat of her fruit will I Truly surely die? Why is her berry so pleasing to the Flesh as it moistens, And its fragrance arouses the most exhilarating sensations of carnal beastly highs. Is this Basic Instinct attraction Truly fatal That leads my gaze to below the navel As sharing/ Sharon her testimony uncrossing her thighs Induces nor-epinephrine, dopamine intoxication maybe to the Gateway of my demise, And leading to the doorway that turns my heart to Stone?

I wear a butterfly on my pocket—not for decoration, but as a symbol. Of grace. Of hope. Of the light that found me when I thought I'd never be seen again. Ask me about it, and I'll tell you a story that begins in the woods behind a graveyard… and ends with a key to my own front door.

Love and Hate explores the complex relationship between two powerful emotions, highlighting their intertwined nature within the human experience. Love is described as gentle and nurturing, like a tender embrace or the growth of spring flowers, bringing warmth and harmony. In contrast, Hate is portrayed as fiery and destructive, a force that claws and bites, leaving grief in its wake Despite their stark differences, the poem suggests that Love and Hate are inseparable, existing side by side within every soul. One cannot fully appreciate love without encountering hate's darkness. Both emotions create a delicate balance—Love whispers for closeness, while Hate pushes away in fear. Together, they embody the full spectrum of human experience: joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain, calm and storm.

This article describes the differences and similarities between being psychic and having extrasensory perception. It also describes some of the history of the two terms that are commonly used interchangeably.

We are living in a time where the amount of diversity and technological advancement is increasing substantially across the board. The need to center and balance your mental state is crucial if you wish to remain in a state of good health throughout this combined unique journey, each one of us must walk our own path, but that doesn't mean we have to walk alone.

In this entry, it has more notes. It also finishes up with me listing the various plants that I have found and recorded in both Nature Journals.

The never-ending battle to keep moving forward, even when you feel your body caving in. Our souls crave community, so in welcoming others to our journey, we may be, at last, able to survive our war wounds.

This is a poem I wrote a few years ago that I polished up about being a 20 something young adult going through an identity crisis.

About this poem just part of my story wanting to get out there maybe my struggle with mental health n struggles within myself can or maybe give someone the strength to keep pushing through. Your "NOT ALONE" just smile it'll be alright.

Today, July 9th, 2025, the powerful fairies of shadow and light have an urgent message for you—one that you must acknowledge every morning when you rise and every night as you prepare for rest. These extraordinary beings are my steadfast guides, leading me through the intricacies of life. Now, it's your turn to confront your shadows without hesitation. Embrace them, bring them into the light, and own every part of your being. As you journey through life, it is imperative that you face these shadows with unwavering courage and determination. This process is not just optional; it is essential for your growth. Watch as your life transforms before your eyes, revealing the incredible story that is uniquely yours. Just like a garden that bursts into bloom with strength and vibrancy, you too will showcase the extraordinary complexities and beauty of who you are becoming. Embrace this journey wholeheartedly; your evolution is waiting to unfold.

Who can we be if we love those beside us? If we live life with curiosity instead of fear? What world would we live in? How would we change?

In this entry, it will be a little different. In writing, I had drew some simple shapes and taken notes from the first chapter was talked about in the book, "Nature's Hidden Oracles".

Be careful of where you talk about this person their will be large groups of flies for no discernable reason.

A funny story about one mans journey with twists and turns and obstacles to finding God in the modern world.

DEAR ASK A PUNK - I’m 28 years old and I’ve been punk since I was 14. I went to every show (not that we had many of them here in a tiny town in the middle of huge ol’ Texas), skateboarded everywhere, bought a guitar, played in my bands, partied and drank and had what I thought was a good time. I also grew apart from my family and did a lot of stuff I’m not proud of and was basically a pain in the A to everyone for a long time. But things are different now. I got saved (and sober) six months ago and now I’m getting my life on track and figuring out what I’m going to do next that’ll glorify His name and make me a more worthy person. I’m torn between shutting the door of my past completely or reaching back and trying to pull some of my former friends out with me. So should I go back and become a punk preacher or should DIY also apply to saving yourself? …Saved.

This verse is excellent because there is only one name in times of trouble and that is Jesus Christ. There is only one name I praise in peace and in conflict.

The most valuable thing in life is not a material possession or money.... It's love The most precious is not diamonds or gold... It's time

Step into Sacred Reflections, a divine sanctuary of sensual wisdom, emotional truth, and spiritual intimacy. In this first note, I open my heart and invite you into a space where passion meets prayer, vulnerability becomes power, and every word is a mirror for your soul. Let’s grow, reflect, and fall deeper into the beauty of becoming.