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Dominica / Κυριακή 5 Ιουνίου 2016, through Λέων
During the last months, I have met some truly special people here online through their honest and lovely thoughts and creations, stunningly beautiful souls I share various kinships with and feel loving connections to. I thank you all from my heart. Our personal and collective circumstances here do not allow me to be writing much, but you are included in my heart prayers of gratitude. I humbly invoke God’s blessings for you our friends, as I do for my Beloved and myself and the few Dear Ones who have been accompanying us from the start of this journey. We all silently participate in each other’s divine protection. Whatever we experience in the educational illusion of this world, we clear space inside us and around us for the divine energy of life. No harm can reach our deepest heart when we help build our own and others’ spheres of Light with intent.
“Grow Omnipotent Love!” encourages us Dominus, God, the Divine Mother/Father each one of us is an important, irreplaceable flame of. I share with you this artwork of breathtaking beauty above by Hans Georg Leiendecker, entitled Vereint im Herzen Jesu / United in Jesus’ Heart, to help you envision a golden sphere of Light surrounding you, a valuable tool I have been using during the better part of this [empath] life of mine.
This sphere is so powerful, all harmful thoughts and energies coming from outside bounce off of it, getting neutralized or transmuted by God, blessing your opponents too. Only the higher vibrations of Love penetrate your golden sphere of Light freely and immediately, for these are the vibrations that heal and nourish you and everyone you touch, even just by thinking of them.
as often as you can
stilling your mind even for
just a few moments at a time
Feel the ebb and the flow of your breath
moving by God’s unconditional Love for you
Breathe out blue; fears, worries, tension leaving
Breathe in gold; healing pulsing through you
Sphere forming beautifully around you
Your holy angels assist you always
clearing space for the Divine
Breathing in gratitude
for all life, all in
Love and forgiveness
spreading all over the world
This moment is one with Eternity
Each moment is perfect in itself
YOU are perfect in your Self
forever safely enfolded
in the boundless
My Brothers and Sisters, you, all of you together, comprise the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it. Therefore, God has appointed each one to fulfill a specific role. First of all in the Church come the apostles, second the prophets, third the teachers, then the miracle workers, the healers, those who help wherever needed, those who offer guidance, and those who speak different kinds of languages. Are all apostles? Are all prophets? Are all teachers? Do all work miracles? Do all have gifts of healing? Do all speak in tongues? Do all know how to interpret them? Now your zeal must be focused on the greater gifts. And I will show you the most excellent way of all; the way of love.
If I speak in the tongues of men and even of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient; love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
Even if prophecies cease; tongues be stilled; knowledge passes away.
Αγάπη never fails.
Ἡ ἀγάπη οὐδέποτε ἐκπίπτει.
O Ύμνος της Αγάπης
1 Corinthians 12:27-31, 13:1-8
Music by Εμμανουήλ Χατζημάρκος
Narrated and psalmed by Πέτρος Γαϊτάνος
Calming the spirit, creating peace
with the original Greek
Hymn of Love:
“Where is this special one for me?” you ask
In heavenly glory our higher selves bask
In God’s perfect time we meet, hearts brighter than gold,
to cleanse our divine souls of hurts new and old
Leon From Hades to Light, May 2016
Author: Leon, Divine, Divine Feminine, Divine Masculine, Female empowerment, Goddess, Healing, Humanity, Iambi, Posts in English, Prayer, Recommended by Plutonia, Special days, Tales Untold, Universal Love
Brothers, be wise, conquer yourselves;
Sisters, stay strong, Goddess is near;
patriarchy’s winter’s fading.
Leon From Hades to Light, October 2015
For Rose, a dear classmate of mine we recently reunited with for the first time since 1985, a cancer survivor who totally shares Plutonia’s pain because of an equally destructive father. For her beloved aunt, her “second mom” whose funeral we attended this Saturday and heard about her completely unfulfilled life.
~ Skinny sweetheart sits in bus,
contemplating near and far. ~
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I don’t know…
Look at this.
Don’t you want that?
Look at her;
How guys drool
and you always err.
Set aims high, you lazy girl!
Run, run, run; must melt this fat!
Shame on you! Zero’s too far!
Must. Not. Eat. Till pretty enough.
Measure! Weigh! …
… Oh, I wish I’d Stop…
So exhausted… Full of scars…
Fractured pieces no one hugs.
All my needs just go unserved,
no one likes me unreserved.
And why to explain, when they can’t know;
them always right, me always wrong…
They just talk, get rid of guilt
for not caring; not one bit.
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~ Bus moves faster, day meets night,
sweetheart prays with all her might;
thoughts relax while she retreats
to a place inside serene. ~
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Hope one day
I’ll see they are me.
Just as wounded.
Though, less free;
more reluctant to flee lies;
light much dimmer in their eyes.
Hope I’ll see…
so I can forgive.
I think I Know!
I’ll be confident and strong!
No, not “I’ll”;
I already AM!
for every precious soul
who knows darkness first-hand
so they can help others.
We can only heal ourselves
by helping relieve
the suffering of others,
even in the smallest of ways.
The smallest can be grand,
because we All are Channels of
Healing Power from Above.
Leon of SolitaryThinkers, May 2015It aches me so, not
( ~ ( ~ ( ~ ❤ ~ ) ~ ) ~ )
This is a sequel post to my Divinity in each other poem, Dear Ones.
I am showing you below three photographs I took while feeding some homeless little felines, to whom their mom gave birth in our neighborhood in the bitter cold of winter. They are homeless and motherless now. She was squashed by a car. Ugly. This drama on the asphalt, her soul had nothing to do with; beautiful Light.
You are seeing five of a litter of originally nine stray kittens; at least two more must still be alive, but they were not around this time I offered them my love and a little food. Three of them are ill; sneezing and coughing all the time; some have skin problems, too. I pray for their protection, but we can only rarely be feeding them. I am grateful to Plutonia for making me feel ashamed of myself for not honoring a bit the meaning of my real Greek name (“Champion of the Downtrodden):
“Yes, we have a stack of unpaid bills, our apartment’s cold, we are dying. Who freezes more? Won’t they die first? Fetch a bag of those discount croquettes or forget about dinner yourself! You’ll go out and offer them a little meal late at night, when the neighbours don’t see.”
The loveliest twelfth-house Virgo Moon-Plutonian she is. And then, alarmed by us through the aether, started feeding them an older lady who comes with her rattling old car and worn clothes, as well as a couple of blessed kids who give away some of their meager (you can tell) pocket money to offer these cuties a juicy can of cat food. But they’d also need a vet. I hope at least we won’t have to face again the awful situation that took place here a few years ago, when someone poisoned every single stray cat in our area -we have quite a few abandoned-due-to-the-crisis dogs, too, but they obviously didn’t piss off that troubled soul-, as if they were harming anyone; and then we got overrun by nice fat rats munching on car wiring; precious to one another on all levels we are.
Look at them souls of Light, struggling to continue blessing us. They are still too young, even the healthier ones, to be chasing those rodents. Friendly little guys purring in choir, climbing on your jeans, miaowing your heart to pieces that you can’t offer them the home they need and deserve. I am there, too; in their eyes and little hearts.
The video after these paragraphs is essentially complementary to my prequel poem and to the message of this even more Scorpionic post. What you are going to see is intense, but I assure you that it is not brutal at all. Others are: those who perpetrate crimes inside scientific laboratories, those who throw cruelty-extracted findings to our faces in mellow prime-time objectivity, so that we can be mentally drugged. I wouldn’t encourage you to push yourselves, or let anyone push you, into listening to dark music, but you can trust me and watch this one through. It is not upsetting for sensationalism, not disturbing in a gory way, the montage is very careful and respectful, the lyrics deep and thought-provoking. Abattoir, a British word of French origin, means “slaughterhouse”. With Archaic Rhetoric is meant the distorted use of the Greek language by Western science; scientia in Latin means “knowledge”; we know nothing correctly with this science. Through the Greek language we would, but the Greek language is dying because its speakers are, as such or altogether.
Not only all animals, even rocks have souls of divine essence; the big ones in the sky, gods and goddesses they are, showering us with blessings, because we are all fragments of God on our way back home. Notice Leonardo da Vinci’s quote at the end of the video. Try to not consume too much flesh, but by all means listen to your bodies’ needs, respect and love them as sacred vehicles and connect with this sacredness. Pray, in a nutshell; purify and energize your food, silently if you feel you will be judged, by offering thanks for the lives that are given for your own, animal and plant lives alike. Water is also alive, it feels what we feel and its crystals change with our emotions, so hold the glass in your hands and Bless the Water; thank it and make it sparkle with joy before it becomes a grateful part of you. You don’t need any special techniques or to be in tune with any religion. This power is inside us, we exude it, it is our focused heart energy which gives life to whatever we touch, even if we find ourselves in the deepest of dungeons. This is real science, Dear Ones, not poetic moonshine, but these scientific findings are silenced. Prayer does fine tune our bodies, prayer does strengthen our souls. It suffices to place a palm gratefully upon your chest for a moment, before enjoying your sustaining meal or snack. Yes, today we are fed with lab-grown misery instead of happy animal flesh, with genetically modified organisms instead of healing ancient seeds and plants, but prayer always makes a huge difference in purifying and transforming everything, until we can live on sun gazing or spirit alone again.
“Namaste”, exchange the tigress and the baby high priestess in my previous poem post.
“What divinity in each other? We tragically fail to see it!” growls the amazing Angela Gossow. The ex-vocalist of Arch Enemy was born to orthodox Christian parents in Germany, saw them divorce when she was 17, their business go bankrupt, herself become both anorexic and bulimic, so don’t rush to label her as a berserk barbarian if you’ve never listened to this type of vocals before, and yes, from a woman; a feisty daughter of the Goddess she is, and a highly charged Scorpio lady. You will hear only her masterfully trained harshness, not the mezzo-soprano voice with which she interacts with her live audiences. This watery graveness comes from her Scorpio stellium (Sun, Mars, Venus on top of one another) and her Moon-Saturn conjunction in Cancer. She is a vegan, a deeply spiritual atheist, and also an anarchist lady; allow me to offer you my very first post on the true meaning of anarchy: Because We Cannot Stop For Death.
Cruelty really is unbeautifiable, and there is too much of it in this world. There is no feeding the human population without evil rituals covered up as food industry; no beauty industry without animal-testing; no modern medicine without the horrors of WWII concentration-camp experiments; no education without misleading; educere means “lead out” and we are being led out of our true selves here, but I beseech you, my younger friends, to be showing respect to the people who are teaching you something while struggling to preserve their own and Your dignity. I know the agony because I used to teach once, too; loved each one of my students, hated every minute of having to function in these teaching/learning environments I was not destined for, felt like breaking down and weeping in front of those kids and with them for the torture of their minds and hearts, like roaring back with fury at the few ones that blindly hated me as a representative of a soulless system none of us devised or voted for.
But we can Be soul wherever we are. So many of us, whatever our places in this life, have been torturing ourselves in various ways trying to find relief, because we have an unconscious connection to all suffering in the seamless field of energy. We can move to conscious empathy together. “I understand you and I love you”; say this to at least one person in your life, and then to as many as you can. Spread the word beyond words; think this into people: Bless you; Bless you; Bless you. To every passer-by on the street, send a golden ray of heart light; to every little bird on a tree, the same. Don’t squish that spider (love you Holly; read this people; the amazing Bardic Amazon has her Sun, Mercury, Uranus and North Node all in Scorpio)! Don’t hate yourself if you do! Always love with your all.
Truth without love is brutality;
love without truth is hypocrisy
(Warren W. Wiersbe).
This video oozes both truth and love,
and despair for the absence of it.
If it stretches you a bit,
we are holding hands.
We are safe.
Keep the message please.
Caged tigers, stray kittens, lab rats
Are Us; we are One Universal Soul.
We are here to be loving and protecting
one another, all beings, always.
Stay with me after this.
Alright my sweethearts, let me escort you back into the bright light with something joyously soothing now, but on the same wavelength of deep emotion. The difference is that this one is a male in a male-dominated world, and he has not gone through Angela Gossow’s types of hardship. The composer of Love is All, my fellow countryman Γιάννης Χρυσομάλλης who moved from Kalamata to the United States at 18, the famous Yanni, is also a Scorpio, this one with a four-planet stellium; Sun, Venus, Mercury, Saturn, all in the mystical zodiac sign of death and rebirth. Come now, dance with me and enjoy this slideshow; let these adorable animals remind us how we are meant to be keeping each other truly alive.
Daniel, my Sun-Mercurian-Neptunian Scorpio Brother, what you published for me yesterday, I will be sacredly holding within my soul for countless lifetimes to come. Our meeting here is an episode after a long series of preceding ones in the timelessness of the Divine.
More about this, for all of you my sweet souls, in my new static page Remember.
I thank you for all your precious time, and I pray you are always protected and uplifted. Love is All.
And for those of you into astrology
who have not yet come across
some basics of mine I have shared,
I, Leon of SolitaryThinkers, am not a Scorpio Sun;
I am a Leo Sun (and Mars and Midheaven),
but I have my natal Moon and Neptune there, and not only;
at the moment of my birth this time around,
the forceful constellation of Scorpius
was rising on the eastern horizon of the sky.
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This post started out as a comment, a reply to Clarissa and Cheryl under my previous reblog post. I decided that its place is here, so it can be seen by a few more Dear Ones my heart aches that I cannot visibly honor as much as I would like to.
You are all life savers and I am on meadows of heaven with each one of you.
Dear Ones Clarissa and Cheryl,
I cannot but stand in humble awe before this universal synchronicity; in grateful admiration and adoration before you together here coming to save me as I had become a ranting little thing feeling utterly useless again, reaching the threshold of destructiveness. All I could think about was giving up, because I’d had enough of everything, myself included, when I received your responses here and started coming back to my senses. My considerately expressed despair might still cause you to feel some sadness; I apologize for this, and I pray that together we can continue transmuting our heaviness to perseverance and commitment to our missions in this world, as far away from them as the externals of our lives may seem to be leading us. Here is a warm threefold hug before we go on. I love you my sisters. I am so grateful to you, and for the weighty soul contract the three of us have obviously signed.
Thank you so much for your caring deep concern for Plutonia, Clarissa. And Cheryl, it’s perfectly OK that you didn’t mention her in your first comment; no sort of failure on your part. You always bless her just as my love for you always blesses all members of your family. Plutonia has never personally exchanged a word in English with anyone, but Clarissa has a Hadean connection to her because of both their challenging twelfth houses (my own gloom springs from elsewhere and is just as evident as my optimistic sunshininess, as I only have a protective Jupiter in my twelfth house touching on my Ascendant), whereas you have sensed Plutonia’s detachment from our blog and you never cease supporting her through me. I appreciate very much that we all do our best to be dancing harmoniously together. Above any other function our blogs may be serving, fostering a true heart family is the most important.
Blogging is over for Plutonia my sweethearts. At least until we find some sort of place in this world. It is the least of our problems that we have only this one ancient desktop computer which takes forever to load a simple page or save a large document and let alone play any video steadily, an anytime-about-to-collapse machine with which we have to be taking care of all sorts of authority-related obligations for ourselves and her mother in two countries.
Plutonia is very depressed. This trip in Germany she had not even asked for, did not help at all. Our life is all the more painful now after we both felt the hollows of those relatives’ spirits waiting to be filled also by us. They felt it too, albeit mostly on a barely conscious level, so I never give up hope that they, too, attract miracles for us all.
These excellent insights of Bethany Webster’s, the worst scenarios in her The Rupture of the Mother Line article, are only mildly hinting to what my Beloved has been going through all her life. She has not read it yet, and I don’t know if she ever will at all, because she doesn’t feel any words can help her anymore. She desperately needs action and we are so trapped here. She is a broken woman and still breathing here inside these four walls thanks to my light, which is often struggling to not be becoming a destructive fire. Her mother who still lives in another town, is a gravely damaged soul, something I had recognized right from the very start. I do not shy away from such problems, I would have left my last breath right after my first if I did, but I am such a misplaced healer, so like a fish out of the water without the ashram Plutonia sees I am really cut out to be working in, and in that respect she sometimes painfully wonders what I ever wanted a wife for, given also that my talents have always been so out of place in this German colony of a country, where her mother moved into in the seventies, in order be hailed like a queen come from the civilized world to enlighten the savages. She ascribes to her genuinely humanitarian daughter much of her failure to rule, and now her heavily drugged mind will not even consider the possibility that she has completed her lessons for this lifetime. Not that anything will change for the better if she leaves. It is getting harder and harder for the two of us to be feeling that our roles in each other’s lives have any worldly perspective. In material terms I have nothing to offer, and waiting to win the lottery sucks. We are so exhausted, our bodies ageing fast, and whatever blogging I manage to be accomplishing here is only life-saving with me disappearing in front of the screen in a separate room while she spends lonely days and nights on the couch in front of an old TV with just a few free channels. In the best case, I bathe myself in a paradise lake and can only bring back to her some bottles of healing water, whereas in the worst case I dump on her all my frustrations, feeling I have created an emotional mess in other people’s hearts, or simply suffering with their plights in a way almost incomprehensible to her when we ourselves don’t know if we will wake up to see another day. Or if we even want to. Too often before falling asleep have we prayed together to not wake up here again.
We deeply love one another, but we always have to struggle against almost uncontrollable negativity.
(Let me reverse these secondary sentences; the other way around is better for the always-half-full-glass type of person that I am: )
We always have to struggle against almost uncontrollable negativity, but we deeply love one another.
And you. We wouldn’t still be here without you, and I couldn’t love you more if you were my own blood sisters, girls. There is no need for you now to craft any replies here. After all, this is my reply to you. So let me kiss these two pairs of itchy-fingered hands calm and reassure you that whatever happens, all will be well for us all, as we work towards a desperately needed, loving matriarchy, of which we already experience the silent transition phase.
I thank you beyond eternity for embracing this honest fool of a brother, and one another, Cheryl and Clarissa, my saturnized beloved ones.
Every day praying for blessings in your lives,
I am on meadows of heaven with you.
Love and Hugs,
Gratitude to Bethany Webster for authoring this, and to Monika SymbolReader for bringing it to my attention.
A superb article for my Beloved Plutonia and for all my Sisters everywhere who have been deprived of their power by their own mothers.
We have a lot of work to do, but I know that all together, united in our hearts, we can transform this patriarchal culture. “We increasingly embody the Goddess that is giving birth to a new world.”
Stay strong, Dear Ones. Love and Blessings, Leon
One of the hardest experiences a daughter can have in a mother/daughter relationship is seeing that your mother is unconsciously invested in your smallness. For women in this predicament, it’s truly heart-wrenching to see that, out of her own wounding, the person who gave birth to you unconsciously sees your empowerment as her own loss. Ultimately, it’s not personal but a very real tragedy of our patriarchal culture that tells women they are “less than.”
We all desire to be real, to be seen accurately, to be recognized, and to be loved for who we really are in our full authenticity. This is a human need. The truth is that the process of becoming our real selves involves being messy, big, intense, assertive and complex; the very things patriarchy portrays as unattractive in women.
Historically, our culture has been hostile to the idea of women as true individuals.
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Born out of stardust we all are
We know no earthly homes
We are not meant for permanence
Our souls bow to no thrones
If you too feel you’re floating
somewhere at the edge of space,
forlorn, forgotten, purposeless,
cursing your empty days,
please know this is a sentiment
by far not shared by few;
it rather shows that you’ve still got
a lot more things to do.
Your heart is strong; kept safe and warm
by friends who feel your pain,
fumbling themselves out of the dark
to send more light your way.
Those tears are fine; they cleanse our souls,
uplift us for rebirth,
leaving us free to start again
from where our rainbows end.
Leon of SolitaryThinkers, January 2014
For my beloved sister Lily, whose spark one year ago tomorrow, the very first Like on this blog, her aching poetry and her friendship, made me feel I should never give up on this world. Please visit and explore her lovely thoughtful works.
You are no Impurity to me
Dear Evanescent Shadows
Your soul of Light helps me again breathe
on fragrant daybreak meadows
Leon of SolitaryThinkers
in gratitude to and for
Kate of JustAnotherImpurity,
This short poem
in the dawning sky above
was lovingly composed on its own
between sleep and awareness a few days ago.
It was Kate’s gratitude that formed it in my mind.
I could actually feel her working with me, and as soon as
I fully woke up with this incredible warmth in my chest,
I jotted down these twenty one words,
went to our computer with more than a suspicion,
and there they were:
her cordial responses to my comments had arrived a while ago!
Please visit Just Another Impurity and explore Kate’s beautiful, healing works.
Please do not let human suffering or your own inner darkness scare you.
We really cannot afford to be mourning the fading of
the brightest souls our world is blessed with.
We can do this together;
keyboard to keyboard,
Heart to Heart.
Thank you so much for being You.
I am unspeakably grateful that you are my sister.
You do not have to comment here, not only because we did compose these words together, but also because an hour ago you offered me your forever sustaining treasure of a response in your About page. Just keep my love and go your way please, feeling hopefully a little less exhausted and depleted.
The unexpressed musician in me will continue aching that he cannot set your lovely words to music (“unexpressed” means exactly this, I am not a musician; I am something of an UnSun, an UnexpressedLeoSun), but I am thankful for this “almost” you wrote to me under My Nightingale: “the power of music amazes me almost as much as words”. The music of words is more important for me too. Your writing is ink spilled from my own quill, Kate, your psyche a part of mine. Please bring back your Essays page, which made my long-distance-running mind’s loneliness recede.
Here is an amazing song for you.
We are all daughters of the Goddess.
Let’s not forget our journeys’ start;
we are all females in the womb,
until some switch to male.
Just like the Earth circles the Sun
and not the other way around,
Eve was the one created first,
then complemented by Adam…
… who took the apple on his own, and
they made us blame Her for His faults.
Tremendous knowledge is kept from us
hidden away in some gloomy vaults.
Too long has evil here reigned free.
The Divine Male got scorned, lost, turned
into dominance, protectors into abusers,
destructive dames praised to the skies.
This state of affairs shall now end.
Beloved sisters, get off your knees.
Do not be afraid. We Are You.
We more and more remember.
Empower each other, please unite.
For strife and hatred you are not made.
Reclaim your lives and resurrect
the healing wisdom of your hearts.
Myriads of female incarnations
slumbering quietly inside of us
now awaken; we stand by you,
as glorious male warriors.
We are a force slowly amassed
through aeons of desolation.
Objectifiers are not our kin;
we stand in their way, ready to die
For Plutonia, who held me in her arms and stopped my soul from bleeding. I wouldn’t be alive without you, my Queen of Hades. Although I was molded for you, the future of our bloodlines had been devoured long before we incarnated. This suffering will end with us, but our love will be spreading out in the deepest recesses of existence.
For my fellow guys of all ages who treat the females of their lives with appreciation and gratitude: thank you for working with me, for adoring and serving your goddesses, for letting this male dominance nightmare shatter. Despite the fact that they keep hammering us down, the balance of the cosmos is being tipped by us, my friends. A beloved fellow poet made me think about the etymology of “friend” recently: the root of the word goes back to Proto-Germanic frijojanan, “to love”, and it is also related to Old English freo, “free”. So friends are those people whose love for one another frees them! Let us be worthy of the friendship of the ladies who are blessing our lives through any forms and channels, and make them soar out of the darkness by helping them feel respected, valued, loved.
For all girls and women of this world: your pain is burning inside my veins; our blood is not synthetic yet. As long as I remember myself, I could never stand feeling your blessed bodies being treated as mere objects, your emotions disregarded, your souls torn. I am no part of any campaign, not paid by anyone to be preaching anything, utterly unambitious to co-found any sort of fancy organization or yet another religion. This is just a personal message from a grateful drop in our ocean of suffering, because I have always felt how much we all need your self-awareness, your balance, your strength. My whole existence is a prayer for your empowerment.
I have chosen two terrific songs for you: one showing our world is full of poison, the other giving us the antidote; demand the second from those who (will) matter in your lives, and celebrate yourselves. Because then we all march to war. Unconditional love has never been allowed to humankind en masse. As we are raising these extremely high vibrations of Love, they see us, our enemies are gathering, too, but please feel that we are by your side with our sacred thoughts and feelings, more aware and determined than ever. The Light always prevails; let us sisters and brothers hold hands, open our hearts and cast away this gloom for ever.
Leon of SolitaryThinkers, April 30, 2014
Your Body Is A Battleground – Delain
Energize Me – After Forever