Feel free to post any kind of art from A to Z. Any kind of art that inspires you touches you deeply and moves your soul. Art you have done yourself or art of others, music, movies and photography ect. Things you love and are passionate about. Taboo within reason is welcome as long as it doesn’t break any forum rules. Please be respectful to others. share your feelings, your poetry, your short stories fictional or nonfictional. Inspirational quotes and such. Let’s share our experiences and experience what we share.
Namaste,
I honor the place in you in which the entire universe dwells. I honor the place in you which is of love, of truth, of light, and of peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me,
WE ARE ONE
Ama Efarerida So Fobi.
Marian Ma Le Godo Gosta Gei.
Nǐ Hǎo Eh!!
Nǐ Hǎo Eh!!
Ama Efarerida So Fobi.
Marian Ma Le Godo Gosta Gei.
Hemei Jalacariahco Fouja.
Sama Fini Rekimna Gofo Leh!!
There Is a Rhythm In Ur Mind.
U’ll Feel The Power Deep Inside.
Oh Let’s Celebrate Every Single Day.
There Ain’t No Mountain I Can’t Climb.
The Melody Makes Me High.
Sing a Song Along The Way!!
Ama Efarerida So Fobi.
Marian Ma Le Godo Gosta Gei.
(Sing a Song)
Hemei Jalacariahco Fouja.
Sama Fini Rekimna Gofo Leh.
Nǐ Hǎo Eh!!
Nǐ Hǎo Eh!!
Ama Efarerida So Fobi.
Marian Ma Le Godo Gosta Gei.
(Sing a Song)
Hemei Jalacariahco Fouja.
Sama Fini Rekimna Gofo Leh!!!
When I was 17 to 18 months old I got strep throat. I had a severe fever of 100.4 it spiked up to 100.5 when my mother laid me down to sleep. When I finally had fallen to sleep my mother had noticed that I had started to have seizures. The 100.5 fever had spiked to 100.6 and it caused me to have what they call febrile seizures. Which are rarely fatal but can be if the child is asleep and then it is possible to pass away by oxygen desaturation. I was one of those rare cases. My mother had tried CPR but she wasn’t formally trained in CPR. She called 911 they dispatched an ambulance. My mother said that before the ambulance got there I had already turned blue and was completely limp and unresponsive. They were unable to resuscitate me until we got to the hospital and I was in the ICU. At 17 to 18 months old I had an NDE you are never the same after one of those. So all my life I grew up highly Empathic to the degree of almost being painful, and highly Intuitive almost psychic.I suffer social anxiety because in a crowded room, I can feel every ones energy hear their thoughts all at once. I become highly overwhelmed, dizzy and disoriented. I sill have yet to figure out how to control it. In my teens I started to have spontaneous OBE’s. I learned to control those through meditation now I can have OBE’s at will. So that is my story on NDE’s and OBE’s there is a place after here I promise you cause I have been there.
So who has a story to tell?
O large lips opening outward like a flower
To breathe upon my face that clings to thee!
O wanton breasts that heave deliciously
And tempt my eager teeth!
Oh cruel power
Of wide deep thighs that make me furious
As they enclasp me and swing to and fro
With passion that grows pale and drives the flow
Of the fast fragrant blood of both of us
Into the awful link that knits us close
With chain electric!
O have mercy yet
In drawing out my life in this desire
To consummate this moment all the gross
Lusts of tonight, and pay the sudden debt
That with strong water shall put out our fire!
