Spring Water, mirrored. "Guides in Indigo"

Wisdom of the goats.

Open up! I don't always know what to say. Sometimes I hold back. At times there's a lump in my throat and it's easier to leave it there, than to swallow it and open up. Some might say my throat chakra is unbalanced. Some might call me shy. Others, "quiet." To some people I could talk forever. For some, the words don't flow. Please don't take it personally— it's me, not you. Let's agree to try and express ourselves better, even when it's difficult. Even when it's easier to stay quiet. Don't be afraid of what others will think. Open up!

What I saw in a crystal one time. "Journey to the promised land "

Why can't I obsess over meditation? 😅

Getting Naked . "Clothing is meant to come off."

Feeling a little Hippy Dippy

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Dream Guardian #2 The one who waits with silence braided in In dreams where the desert stretches too far, where the wind forgets its name and the sand hums where something lies buried, he waits. Hat rimmed like a dying sun, braids swinging slow as pendulums, mustache peppered with dust and memory. He shimmers not. He settles. You arrive cracked from the first gate, still dizzy from the tilt. He doesn’t test you. He grounds you. His boots press symbols into sand. You follow. But the trail doesn’t wind, It loops. It listens. You want to ask. He nods to silence. You want to run. He waits for you to circle back around. Not to confuse. To observe. while you try to remember what you forgot on purpose. You won’t wake recalling what he said. But you’ll feel a rhythm in your chest you can’t name — like a drumbeat braided into breath, like a warning you mistook for music. ---

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