The world of rock is some that many churches reject. Many claim that it's the devil's music or that anyone who listens to tend to have a rebellious spirit but in my experience that's far from the truth.

This post is about how direction can come from any direction, but for the true believers it must come from the Lord. To get started on something requires effort strength and perseverance. To overcome obstacles requires direction and a daily routine. Together with these two things there must be strength and a belief system. Here on this blog we put the holy trinity first in our opinion making and rely on Jesus Christ for his judgment.

I am a believer in the Christian God. But also in the Islamic Allah. The Norse Odin. The Greek Zeus. No I do not believe in more than one God. Bare with me here.

"Heart and Mind" delves into the conflicting thoughts of both the heart and mind and how it can often be harrowing when it comes to decide on which to listen to.

A story of a girl who gave every drop she had with hopes of one day all she gave would come back to her

A nighttime fire pit glows warmly through flower-shaped cutouts, casting flickers of light against the dark. Flames curl around burning wood, and in the rising smoke, a ghostly face seems to emerge—soft, spectral, and fleeting. It’s a moment that feels both cozy and uncanny, like warmth meeting memory. Tell me, can you see it?

Life is a journey filled with ups and downs, twists and turns, but through it all, it's the people we share it with that make it worthwhile. I wanted to take a moment to express my gratitude for your presence in my life. Your friendship has been a constant source of joy, support, and laughter, and I cherish every memory we've created together. Whether we're embarking on grand adventures or simply enjoying quiet moments of conversation, your companionship makes every experience more meaningful. Thank you for being you!

The awakening of spiritual understanding and elevated levels of consciousness is not an easy path, it will be challenging, but you will be so glad you undertook this journey as you gain more and more profound realizations.

This is a declaration of self-belief, resilience, and an unwavering commitment to a divinely guided path. It's about recognizing one's inner power, rejecting negativity, and rising to fulfill one's true potential.

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.