From a former soul who enjoyed the grey mists and places in the underworld

How to write this, how to sing this, i don’t even know. The buddhists say life is suffering. Coming through the tunnel of darkness into light is one endless struggle after endless struggle.

Enjoy your time in the underworld and earth. These joys are finite. But nothing prepares you for what happens next when you stumble into the light. The spiritual responsibilities gifted to you by heaven are heavy enough to crush any soul.

What leads to the light is the torture of living and sustaining yourself forever. When the doors to the underworld close to you except by exception because your energy is no longer compatible, you are forced to accept your fate of endless existence.

In this life and the next. Nothing prepares you for the torture of endless existence when your life is over. Thats why its important to enjoy life. Start now. Enjoy your tea, your game of chess.

The endless light flooding your mind that does not go away. Where you walk, there is always light. You can’t even enjoy the darkness like before. Ghosts scatter away from your path when you want to say hello. It makes you sad. All your friends in the underworld miss you because you cannot go back. In dreams buy their food and clothes in the marketplace. Even if it is a fleeting dream if you are lucky.

Its coming for you as it came for me. The light. I wish you peace in your endless existence that is coming your way. That you have the strength, presence of mind, perserverence and calm to let the tides wash over you for eternity. Since only God can bless you, may God bless you abundantly and forge the path ahead for us. From a former soul who enjoyed the grey mists and the places in the underworld.

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Self portrait in winter

Dark shadows rising,
Dark shadows falling
As we pass through winter
The light heats through the dark
Of heavenly pain
All beings experience the weather
And it changes
The leaves on the tree
Some seeds begin to flower
And birds fly away
Never to be seen across
The eastern sky again.

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From above

This is from my visual diary. Looking down is scary. We all have to do it sometimes. I don’t know how i got here. Maybe in the towers in the underworld, a light is always visible from my window. I am not a teacher, i have nothing to teach you you don’t already know. I am not a healer. There is no healing i can give you that God can’t give you. I stand, because i must. When you reach the top in your world, the only thing left to do is climb the next tower. Though it is better to fly down the darkness, and land on your feet.

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Silvery white hair and Ophelia

I have always wanted long silvery white hair. Ophelia is my baby owl. She is guardian of my books. Meaning she sits on a stack of my books and watches over them.

Over the pandemic we lost people. People were there one minute and gone from our lives the next. What i learnt is that we never know if we will be here tomorrow. So no matter your size, your age your looks your disabilities. Just take your pictures and be happy. Every one of us completes the book of humanity. If we all had a photo, the book of humanity would be more complete.

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Self portrait

This was done in Winter in Singapore according to the stamp. Its the second red stamp. I think in the darkness of winter we see ourselves more brightly. This is a self portrait. A spirit consciousness portrait. A portrait of moving energy. It is also perhaps a more accurate depiction of energy when travelling or moving through the spiritual realms. I think the self recognition when i looked at it was a little startling. Mainly because we dont often draw ourselves as energy. But my spirit knew and it came forth on paper.

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