After three days of feeling lethargic and useless, all the emotions I have ketp bottled up inside came burgeling up to the surface where I could no longer deny their existence. There is a reason I am not in relationship with anyone else. None, not one as I mentioned earlier compares to He whom shall not be named. Once you have tasted the sweet nectar of Twin Flame love, everything else is like a $2 bottle of wine. I had made the decision that I was worth this amazing love, therefore, sentencing myself to being alone. He whom shall not be named is unavaiable, so by choice I choose to be alone.
Last night, after a little too much wine, I let the tremendous love I have for him come out, the pain I carry that I can not be with him, the fear that I will never find anything even close to this again. I skipped a dear friends memorial because I was already sad and depressed enough, and then I skipped two other dear friends birthday party because I would have been Debbie Downer for sure. I was just right for my own company. Me, myself and I had a lot to work out.
One thing being the loss of the dream I had that my life was in los Angeles. I have amde the decision to move back up north. even as I write this I know this is the perfect next move for me. I think the last three days have been about putting certain male ghosts to rest, so that I can find the happiness I deserve in my present!
Showing posts with label redemption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label redemption. Show all posts
Friday, November 12, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
There will come a time
there will come a time under heaven when all things will be brought into the light or revealed. there will come a time when loves will emerge and loves will vanish. A certain man is heavy on my mind for the past week. I work so hard to lock up this love and pretend that I am not fully, wholly in love with the man I havent seen in over 5 years. I wonder why no relationships have manifested for me. Yet in those silent moments when I am alone, and dare to be honest with myself I acknowledge that because no one, not one comes near the love I have for this man. Or what this man means to me. He is a Correctional Officer and therfore forbidden. Untouchable, something that needs to be forgotten, but the heart doesn't work that way.
On a cold winter's night I had the opportunity, the one opportunity to tell him how I really felt, and I chickened out. As I walked away from him that night, tears ran great rivers down my frozen cheeks. the last thing I wanted to do was the right thing, yet it was the very thing I chose to do. He was married and I had made that mistake already. How long would it take for me to learn to keep my hands to myself, no matter how perfect it felt to be near him.
Isn't that the perfect punishment. To find, to come upon the one person in life that is electric for you, only to have the choice to be selfish and get all of that love you can, or remove yourself because it is the mature and right thing to do. I think my decision to walk away from him, my abundent love for him tucked in my chest, barely behind my lips, was ultimately the thing that set me free.
I gained my physical freedom, at the cost of my heart, my love. I heard for years from the other woman how they were going ot get a piece of ass as soon as they got out. It has been almost three years and I only want one piece, his and I am willing to admit that now. the men I have been attracted to all had an aspect of Him, as I would get closer I would realize they are not what i am looking for.
I would rather be real and wait for this to manifest again, than hop into bed with the first nice man that walks my way.
am I crazy?
On a cold winter's night I had the opportunity, the one opportunity to tell him how I really felt, and I chickened out. As I walked away from him that night, tears ran great rivers down my frozen cheeks. the last thing I wanted to do was the right thing, yet it was the very thing I chose to do. He was married and I had made that mistake already. How long would it take for me to learn to keep my hands to myself, no matter how perfect it felt to be near him.
Isn't that the perfect punishment. To find, to come upon the one person in life that is electric for you, only to have the choice to be selfish and get all of that love you can, or remove yourself because it is the mature and right thing to do. I think my decision to walk away from him, my abundent love for him tucked in my chest, barely behind my lips, was ultimately the thing that set me free.
I gained my physical freedom, at the cost of my heart, my love. I heard for years from the other woman how they were going ot get a piece of ass as soon as they got out. It has been almost three years and I only want one piece, his and I am willing to admit that now. the men I have been attracted to all had an aspect of Him, as I would get closer I would realize they are not what i am looking for.
I would rather be real and wait for this to manifest again, than hop into bed with the first nice man that walks my way.
am I crazy?
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Changes
Hello All-
It has been far to long since I have posted anything. I created this blog as a mouth peice for my book: Trash or Treasure: The Power of Forgiveness. What I am lead to know is to actually use a blog for what it is supposed to be about. A forum to get out what I have to say.
For the past three months I have been scampering about trying to manifest a job that would support me in the beautiful city of angels. I spent hours everyday sending out resumes and talking to people on the phone. Securing an interview was never the problem, I acheived 23 of those in the first three months. The problem was no one wanted to seal the deal and actually give me a job. I think that this was juxt as much my problem as it was the employers. I had competing intentions. I was searching for a job because that is the way a good citizen lives their life out here. And God knows that I wanted to prove that I was a better than great citizen that deserved her place out here in society with all of you marvelous people.
I finally secured a job as an Optician at a high end optical shop in Manhatten Beach. Io be honest I didnt think the interview went that well. Mike called me at 8:30 on a Friday night and asked me when i could start. I started on Sunday. From the very beginning it just didn't feel right. Who I am now, didn't fit in. I had problems hard selling people and manipulating them into buying eyewear that they really didn't need or could find at a cheaper price. It only took me a few days to figure out this was not the job for me.I had made the decision to put my all into it. When he started handing me pamphlets for all the manufacturer's he carried and all I was to take all these items home, study them, bring them back so he could test me on them. I made it clear that he didnt pay me for my off time.
So, on the tenth day I walked in and told Mike that I was incredibly grateful for the opportunity of working with him. I was also clear that I was not the perfect fit. I was given my first paycheck, I walked out of the brightly lit store, got into my green car, drove my ass directly to the bank where I quickly deposited my check.
When I got home I created my own business that utilizes my own skills. Intuitive Cousneling by JoAnn. I am a trained Psychic, Medium and I talk to angels. So many friends have commented about not knowing I had these skills and I answer, I was laready enough of a freak. the prison girl, did I really want to be known as the prison girl who sees dead people?
My answer now is yes, befor a resounding no. I already had a big enough hill to climb. wouldn't you say?
It has been far to long since I have posted anything. I created this blog as a mouth peice for my book: Trash or Treasure: The Power of Forgiveness. What I am lead to know is to actually use a blog for what it is supposed to be about. A forum to get out what I have to say.
For the past three months I have been scampering about trying to manifest a job that would support me in the beautiful city of angels. I spent hours everyday sending out resumes and talking to people on the phone. Securing an interview was never the problem, I acheived 23 of those in the first three months. The problem was no one wanted to seal the deal and actually give me a job. I think that this was juxt as much my problem as it was the employers. I had competing intentions. I was searching for a job because that is the way a good citizen lives their life out here. And God knows that I wanted to prove that I was a better than great citizen that deserved her place out here in society with all of you marvelous people.
I finally secured a job as an Optician at a high end optical shop in Manhatten Beach. Io be honest I didnt think the interview went that well. Mike called me at 8:30 on a Friday night and asked me when i could start. I started on Sunday. From the very beginning it just didn't feel right. Who I am now, didn't fit in. I had problems hard selling people and manipulating them into buying eyewear that they really didn't need or could find at a cheaper price. It only took me a few days to figure out this was not the job for me.I had made the decision to put my all into it. When he started handing me pamphlets for all the manufacturer's he carried and all I was to take all these items home, study them, bring them back so he could test me on them. I made it clear that he didnt pay me for my off time.
So, on the tenth day I walked in and told Mike that I was incredibly grateful for the opportunity of working with him. I was also clear that I was not the perfect fit. I was given my first paycheck, I walked out of the brightly lit store, got into my green car, drove my ass directly to the bank where I quickly deposited my check.
When I got home I created my own business that utilizes my own skills. Intuitive Cousneling by JoAnn. I am a trained Psychic, Medium and I talk to angels. So many friends have commented about not knowing I had these skills and I answer, I was laready enough of a freak. the prison girl, did I really want to be known as the prison girl who sees dead people?
My answer now is yes, befor a resounding no. I already had a big enough hill to climb. wouldn't you say?
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Pricetag-what I sold myself for the attention of a man
The celebrating happened as soon as we got back to camp, the animal was hung and skinned, butchered right there in camp. The alcohol was passed around to adult and kid alike. I was fifteen and had as much tequila as the men. My Dad so happy in his celebration that he passed out where I was supposed to sleep and Roger was in the other bed so I was now out of a bed. Chris offered his tent and he would sleep outside the tent door. He had an extra sleeping bag so I took him up on his offer. Roger offered to make room for me in our camper, but I honestly thought the tent was a better option. I went into the tent and told Chris he could sleep inside the tent because it was really cold outside. I climbed into the sleeping bag with Chris in his beside me. It wasn’t long before we were talking about how sore we were from the day and he offered to give me a massage. I was nervous but it was just a massage and he was married he was just being kind. I knew I wouldn’t let it go too far because I had my lower stomach wrapped in two ace bandages to make it flat. I was not about to let him see that. I rolled over and he began to massage my back. After a minute he commented that it would be easier if I took off my shirt which I did, still worried that he would discover my ace bandage secret. After a few minutes, he stopped and laid down next to me, I was so relaxed and still flying high on all the tequila that I was glad when he finally kissed me. At least I was in control this time; I was making the choice to have sex with this man.
What a powerful feeling! I slipped out of my camopants, red shorts and teen undies. I prayed that he didn’t notice the ace bandages I didn’t have time to unravel. It didn’t matter his hand touched the coil restricting my middle asked me what it was. I told him it didn’t matter and on we went. What I learned from that night was how different the experience was when I made the choice to participate and not be forced into participating. I fell in love with him in my fifteen year old way, pretending that he was Patrick Swayze in dirty dancing and I was his Jennifer grey. I just knew he loved me because he had made love to me, soon enough though I realized this was not the case. On the drive home he behaved like He barely knew me, not touching or talking to me, my already broken heart broke a little bit more. I had daydreamed for a day and half that this knight would save me from my step brother, but this was not to be the case. In fact, I never spent a minute alone with Chris, even though he became an employee at my parent’s archery shop two years later.
The next morning I emerged from Chris’s tent and headed to the showers. It was early, no one else was up, I needed to wash his long shooting cum out of my hair and re wrap my middle for the day’s activities. As I emerged from the crude bathroom all cleaned up the ranch managers son a boy two years older than me was stoking the fire, gave me a strange look. I knew that he had heard what occurred between Chris and I the night before.
What a powerful feeling! I slipped out of my camopants, red shorts and teen undies. I prayed that he didn’t notice the ace bandages I didn’t have time to unravel. It didn’t matter his hand touched the coil restricting my middle asked me what it was. I told him it didn’t matter and on we went. What I learned from that night was how different the experience was when I made the choice to participate and not be forced into participating. I fell in love with him in my fifteen year old way, pretending that he was Patrick Swayze in dirty dancing and I was his Jennifer grey. I just knew he loved me because he had made love to me, soon enough though I realized this was not the case. On the drive home he behaved like He barely knew me, not touching or talking to me, my already broken heart broke a little bit more. I had daydreamed for a day and half that this knight would save me from my step brother, but this was not to be the case. In fact, I never spent a minute alone with Chris, even though he became an employee at my parent’s archery shop two years later.
The next morning I emerged from Chris’s tent and headed to the showers. It was early, no one else was up, I needed to wash his long shooting cum out of my hair and re wrap my middle for the day’s activities. As I emerged from the crude bathroom all cleaned up the ranch managers son a boy two years older than me was stoking the fire, gave me a strange look. I knew that he had heard what occurred between Chris and I the night before.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
God Who?
My faith has been built over this twelve year struggle. God knows everything right? Is in control of everything, therefore he knew I was going to be hurt and left, and that I was going to hurt and love, yet where was his compassionate loving hand through the first twenty plus years of my life? Would I , hell could I love a God who allowed my life to play out as it has thus far, believing that it is for the best? You see either God is in control of everything or he is not! He is not just in charge of the good things and all the bad things I did and was done to me are the work of people or the devil. God the god in the bible is the alpha, and the omega, the beginning and the end, either I was going to trust that he had all of this fucking shit under control and it was going to work out, or all the people myself included where full of shit and stupid for believing in God who picked and choose who he would help out!
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