Marisniulkis musings

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Put on your earrings

Not being heard. And so all the other wounds were the same

When I said don’t touch me 

And was not heard

When my voice said don’t go there

And I didn’t hear our own voice

I was not heard and I let the wound carry me

In a spirit of fight. Everyone should know this voice, everyone should know my warrior, every space should feel my energy.

It has been denied and now we are trying to live up to the time we couldn’t. 

Be clear my darling about the souls pulling you to the past as they are honey to your patterns. 

Be clear my soul and relieve yourself from them. That’s liberation