LOA Treasures

Self Love Morsels

Putting Gold on my Canvas

Very, Very Calm
Lie down.  Get comfortable. Breathe in deeply.  While you inhale, I want you to envision a clearish white light that crosses over your lips and nostrils.  As you breathe it in, I want you to picture it crossing into your body, traveling down your throat, and into your lungs. Exhale.  As you push the breath out of you, I want you to picture it pulling out of you everything that strains you.  Everything that stresses you.  Allow every exhalation to pull from you the things that no longer suit you.  Imagine these things trailing onto the breath as you send it from yourself. Breathe in deeply. Deep, clear, crisp air crosses your nostrils, into your throat,

Surrounded by Stalkers!
I had a thought the other day… I thought that perhaps the reason the cats follow me around all day was not because they love me. Instead, what if they’re doing what cats do instinctively, where they stalk their prey? Because I feed them, you know. And then… I was very sad.

An Egocentric
Something egocentric has taken is claim upon me. Every word you write is meant for me. Every thing you say is said to me. Evidence, everywhere, it’s about me, I see. Me, me, me. In this disheveled state I’m being too sensitive. Yet sensitivity is my soul.  It is the very beast that shows me things before they occur.  It is the collection of experiences I read which foretells it all: foreboding and clear. And ecstatic. It’s that sensitivity to touch.  I am a sensory person.  I can as easily turn it off as I can command the sun to stop its shining.  It’s that sensitivity to words, reading into everything I se

Book Review! The Secret Magdalene
What a beautiful tale!  This story tells a very different story of Jeshua.  Magdalene is a young woman who, in her early years, practices arts that would have her cast from her home.  Already in the precarious position of being a woman, she is forced to live her life in exile, as a man.  Within her gender lie, she qualifies for education, respect, and honor.  While living as a man, she meets numerous people, including Jeshua, or Jesus.

Sanity and Reason: A Conversation About Panic Disorder
I thought writing about this topic this weekend.   I’m still a little hesitant, yet… In honor of discovering and understanding more about myself, I am going to digest a few things out loud.  Or in writing.  Because it’s my site, and I can, dammit. About a decade ago, I met a girl named J.  She was my younger brother’s girlfriend, was thirteen, and had been kicked out of her house.  Because I had my own place, it was only fitting that my brother’s family would ask if she could stay with me.  She was a very polite, beautiful, and sort of emo-style girl who was old beyond her age.  She had dropped out of school, and was unemployed.   I l