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I have tried to Tune into you on so many of these days.

These days where it has been or become so…..that I would not even be mad, historically wouldn’t matter

I tried so many times to tune into you, like before, I would channel you and you would Be there.

But there is nothing

There has been nothing

And then it dawns on me

I can no longer tune into you

I can no longer channel you

You can no longer hear me or feel my frequency

I can no longer Tune into You!

Because I am no longer connected!

Merely static and silence remains!

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The Process

I have been berating myself for not writing enough this year.

And then I open my books and find several words on several pieces of paper!

And realise that there are 100 plus notes in my phone🙍🏽

Some just one word ( to remind me of a thought or feeling I imagine)

And I realise that, I have been processing

I have, been writing it out

I have, been writing as therapy

Just not in the way that I normally do

There is no order

No neatness

No prescription

There has been no control

I have been emulating my mindset

I have been enumulting the inside of my head and my heart!

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Amongst the Silence

I have become able in the ability to own who I am, what I do, how I feel, how I love, how I interact and don’t interact, how I feel and don’t feel, who I like and who I don’t like, why I like and don’t like, why I will never be the same with some people again but can still love them from a distance, why I prefer to be with just me yet crave presence, how I can be with just me and yet crave a presence, who I see in my sadness and who I hear in my joy, why I feel so much yet feel numb for the most part!

I have become able in the ability to own who I am, what I do, how I feel, how I love!

I have become able in the ability to own who I am! Through all of my times, through all of my periods, through all of the getting through, I have become able in the ability to own who I am!

It may not be apparent to you!

I may not communicate it!

I don’t have to!

It’s matter for me, me and me too!

I have become able in the ability to own who I am, what I do, how I feel, how I love,

Quietly

In my space

Over, under and inside my processing!

I have become able in the ability to own who I am, what I do, how I feel, how I love!

I have become able in the ability to own My Aura, My Energy, My being!

I have become able in the ability to own all that is Me!

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So Tired

If the dreams are internal windows

What are the nightmares

Messages?

Warnings?

What is the benefit of the nightmare other than a reminder that the Hunan body can survive on less than 8 hours sleep.

Less than 4. 3 infact!

Or maybe to remind of strength, because when you wake up petrified or gasping for air, or crying, or maybe all of the above, you have to have some kind of strength to close your eyes again right? Knowing that there may be more to come.

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IN-Ventory


I have to keep checking in on myself
I am having to repeatedly ask myself If I am ok.

To check that I am keeping it together….

Because currently, presently, in this climate, in these last few months of 9 months of continuous fuckry and fuckers….

It would be all to easy to unravel!

And that’s OK!

To know it, to feel it, to speak it and on it is OK!

I am not here to pretend.

I am in no competition with anyone named Jones!

I am not here to keep up with any falsification or idealism!

I am not here in this space, on this forum, in this time to play games!

I will neither hide nor seek!

I will be

I can only be and speak the truth in and for Me!

Which I have learnt is the same as for us!

I am here to speak and talk on what most wont!

When there is sun and happiness I revel in and under and I spread it like young love on heat!!

So in the same way when there is nonsense and bullshit and anxt, I call it, I speak on it, I engage with and confront because if I don’t…… 

If I don’t I dishonour my Unique!

I have said it before, I will say it again and I will continue to say that positivity is not constant sunshine, smiles and fun!

Positivity is the the decisions that you make, the approach that you take, how you handle and outwardly express and manage the alone, how you walk and find your way in and out of the dark, how you decipher your position when it seems to going terribly wrong!

Positivity is your ability to hold others up when strong is something that has felt void in you for so very long!

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The 09th September 2017!

It’s not strange 
I know how it works

The universe works in its own way

You will be where you are meant to be 

You will be removed from where you are not meant to be

You will be where you are needed

As a light worker 

You will always be where you are needed 

And you will be removed where your work is done

It doesn’t always feel nice

It is not always nice not being in control 

Today however 

Today was

I dithered

Tube or train

I dithered 

Now or the next one

Eventually I made the move

Always rushing

Always consumed by rushing

Always consumed!!!!!

And there she was

I get on the tube 

I had stepped on the carriage before her one and got off 

Because this was obviously where I was meant to be

I had a plan of where I would be getting off

Where I should be getting off

But there she was 

She looked so small in the little seat

She was sobbing and her mascara was smeared all over her face

Her tissue looked incompetent and dirty

People can be so British 

They just sit and stare

I was born here but my orgins make that behaviour foreign to me!

I didn’t ask if she was ok

Clearly she wasn’t

I took her hand 

She looked up and smiled

I said

Amazing how no one can see you isn’t it!

I said

I see you!!!

Maybe you need to hear that today

I see you!!

I said

Is funny

You could be me

You are me

This was me just a few days ago

Except I was at a bus stop and I don’t wear make up so no mascara to evidence the turmoil

I said

It’s hard 

I see you

I said

I couldn’t help it

The other day

On any of the days that you have been me

The other day 

I sobbed

It came from nowhere

I cried for Janice 

She died

She is dead

She was 48

I’m 40

I cried for my spirit that is slowly slipping away from me

I cried for the loss of him

He is alive 

But he has left

He just left 

And now he has to be dead to me

That’s kind of worse….

I said 

I cried for the loss of my strength 

I cried because the strength of the pain is sometimes to strong to be muzzled!

No one said a word to me 

I said

They just looked on all British like

So 

I see you I said

She didn’t let go of my hand

You will be ok 

I said

You will

Trust me

I know things 

I wouldn’t be here if you wasn’t meant to know that you will be ok!

She sobbed more

I held onto her hand

I missed several stops

I didn’t even ask her name

It didn’t seem to matter

She was me and I was her so it didn’t seem to matter

I reached into my bag and as I offered her a wet wipe the other one us that had got on and immediately sat on her other side, simultaneously offered a pink petal from a flower

There are no accidents

Who walks around with pink petals in brown hand bags!

She smiled then

She tried to say thank you through the tears 

As I got up to get off I gave her a hug

She held on so tight

I whispered that she will be ok

It will be ok

You are seen 

You are Loved

You are needed 

You will be ok

You will get through this feeling

Maybe not gracefully 

But you will get through it

You are me so if I can you can do the same 

She held on tight

I feel lighter now

Maybe I needed her as much she never knew that she would receive me!

Just when I think I’m empty

I am reminded that I am Love and Love is me!

I cannot be depleted!

I will always be where I am meant to be!

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Working from home!

I love the rain
When I am not in it that is

Well sometimes when I am in it

Sometimes it feels cleansing

Running in it feels like I am escaping – I don’t know why 

In the West Indies it is a warm reprieve

It is heavy and exciting

In the West Indies it looks like magic dropping from the sky.

For the most part I love the rain when I am watching it pour down a window. It doesn’t have to be mine

It looks so pretty

Like wet words and clear emotions 

It looks like droplets of poetry in the process of formation 

It’s presence feels eerily calming despite it’s repetitive sound

I am scared of the thunder and the lightening, yet I appreciate the ferocity of its bang

It’s odd how I can be scared of yet like the Big Bang!

It makes me feel alive!

It’s like it’s saying I am here!

I am here take note of me!

I am here sit up and take note of me!

It’s so bold

Angry and unapologetic 

(I think that if I were to evert let go, I would Bang like the Thunder and I would light up like the Lightening!)

Whilst the rain feels like a blanket to protect you from the thunders rage

I love the rain

Maybe because I spent many days and hours loving it with someone that I loved

That was a long time ago though

So long ago

But I still think of him presently and often

Especially when it rains

More so when there is thunder and lightening 

He never got annoyed with me being scared

He would hold on to me instead 

That was a long time ago though

So long ago

But I still think of him presently and often

Especially when it rains

Maybe more today because of this recent news. This recent delivery of yet more sadness, this recent possibility of a sadness that I don’t know how to process!

It has me conflicted

I won’t handle this one well!

Only he will truly understand why

He was there

That was a long time ago though

So long ago

But I still think of him presently and often

Especially when it rains!

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