HONESTY IN COMMUNICATION
I need to communicate with my boy friend; I feel lonely. I want recognition. Why has he reached a comfortable position in life within himself? What did he do? He gives me no space to grow. He wants me to be the same as he is immediately.
We have just met, only a few weeks ago. How can he be so selfish?
Can’t he see the suffering that he is inflicting upon my soul by his attitude?
How can society be so blind as to restrict the authentic growth of the soul?
I love him and want to be with him spending time at his side, ONLY “Please give me space to grow!” Love me in such a way that I also can become happy.
How ironic! My words of plea are but in vain. The struggle to make them become reality is similar to climbing the highest mountain without any equipment. There is no room in his mind to include another person. Life is a constant learning lesson and when the picture is missed and tampered, the stage comes tumbling down.
I want to let my soul talk about the situation that has presented itself after meeting this person that now am in love with!
How does it feel?
How does it operate?
How can I survive?
Love is keeping her alive. Hope is nourishing her soul and nature is quenching her thirst for companionship with the man she loves.
Her soul embraces life with the reality of love. It turns hate into love. It radiates out with enthusiasm and life. It wants to live and be accepted as is without restrictions. Only this desire is an impossibility. Society is not geared nor made for the acceptance of a soul.
“What is a soul”? Society says. We know little about this phenomenon. "You are crazy" they say. "That’s what you are crazy."
"Good," says she. "I will remain crazy in your eyes but I will NOT lose my soul. The language of the soul is rich and full of life. One day many more will think and act like me, and then we will see who is crazy. You or me?"
Not that this, was a big issue, for this young girl with a splendid soul.
It was now 10 pm and he still had not rung. His indifference to her sensitivity was causing a great deal of pain, to her. She pondered upon his feelings towards her, and found that his indifference made her more determined to want to show her love to him. She fell asleep, tears still rolling down her cheeks.
The morning found her snuggled tightly under her pink mohair blanket. How inviting those rays of sun were. They brought happiness to her heart.
The heart that loved too much and wanted to demonstrate, how love could be transformed into the beauty of the soul.
Despair was all she had. Blackouts, with constant pain to her head. No feeling of love came from him, only this torturous stubbornness of, how he wanted life to be, attitude.
It was now 6.30 am, time to get up, remove herself from these gloomy thoughts of pain and go to work.
The firm she worked for was a busy company and her mind had little time to indulge in the actual chit chat that it normally carried on, in an office situation.
Her mind at work was occupied with more pleasant tasks, such as answering the phone, typing, introducing clients to the managing director.
Her day went so fast that no room was left for the dark sad thoughts that involved her with him.
This kept her sanity at bay. She never bought her personal problems to the work force. As soon as she entered the front door her mind automatically closed down the sad state of mind and this happy enthusiastic professional person appeared.
In the company’s environment she was liked by the whole 300 employees. Her duties were performed with accuracy and determination. Her soul shone with enthusiasm and motivation.
Her gentle seductive voice on the telephone generated a great deal of business for the company.
Now and then he also rang and spoke to her. Sometimes inviting her out to the movies or to a ball. Any opportunity was good enough for her to say yes. Her desire (was) to be near the man she loved.
To caress his hair, hold his hand or kiss his lips.
The thought of all of this was sufficient to give her a sensation of fire moving right through her body leaving no part untouched. Distinctly beautiful and erotically enchanting. He probably new deep dawn within himself this secret of hers and he played upon it with great mastery. He wanted to possess her by making her suffer more then was necessary. In a previous life he declared that he had suffered and blamed it upon her. To her this had nothing to do with the present moment of the love for each other. Why was he including the suffering of that life time in the now.
Her love was sincere; it was of the highest quality. She wanted to give him all she had and most of all she wanted to show him her magnificent soul.
Realizing that she needed to reply to an invitation similar to any other invitation that he ever made to her. She picked up the telephone and after a small chat; she said.
“I don’t know what I am doing Friday night” He was stunned. An uncertainty, a refusal, this is not like her. For the first time she showed her personal strength. Confused he did not know how to react, so just uttered these words. “I will call you another time, see you.” Then he hung up the phone.
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Alessandra Hart
A story
Her manners
Her portrait laid in an elaborate silver frame on top of the marble fireplace. The home was luxuriously furnished. She was born in a well to be family, and her schooling, one of the very best in the district.
Her main character was kindness, sophistication, well mannered, intelligent, and most of all obedient.
As a young child she showed interest in the afterlife, angels and intuition. The parents were oblivious to these features. They were more interested in the wellbeing of the child, such as the proper eating habits and manners. The home curriculum was strict with etiquette, principals and perfect speaking and pronouncing of the English language.
Her emotional character was constantly scolded.
Her consciousness went back a long time, meaning that the return upon this planet had memories from past incarnations, from past evolutionary experiences. She looked like a normal healthy pretty girl, her Spirit and soul was far from that. The Spirit belonged to a wild stallion that liked to ride the country side with the wind caressing her hair and face. Nature and the Universe were her friends. Together they were ONE.
If only at this point of her life someone was there to guide and speak to her about the TRUE meaning of life.
The many qualities that had been given to her to bring into this world, showed clearly by the words and actions that were extremely special. Grandpa really loved and understood this Spirited, pure and innocent angel. . He often wondered if she had been born to bring change and influence to others.
The rest of the family were indifferent.
“Oh! How wonderful it was to be her friend!” He would say to himself with such admiration, without being able to give her any advice. He only knew how to share freedom with her.
Then one day as they were together this strange sentence happened.
“Grandpa Do you know that I can see and talk to angels and Spirits?”
Her grandpa was stunned.
“Is it really true?” he said
“Yes grandpa it has been happening for quite a long time. I was dubious to convey this to you. Would you like me to ask them something about yourself?” enthusiastically and with a bubbly voice said.
That shining light that emanated from her aura, charm and enthusiasm, he admitted was rather catchy.
“Yes please do so.”
She looked for a quite spot in the garden where she could sit and then commence speaking out loud to her own and grandpa angels.
From this day forward it was the beginning of her Spiritual life in sharing messages from angels and Spirits that yet had to cross over and had unfinished business with their loved ones.
A.Hart
er Her happiness continued, nothing was more important than to help others understand the true meaning of life. Her time was spent, giving advice, speaking to other people angels and also teaching them how to consciously talk with them and their own over soul. Many of her clients were sceptics; very few really wanted to believe in such differences from the normal life that other people were living. Most of them were devoted Catholics that believed Jesus died on the cross for the salvation of their sins.
Her road was lonely, but blissful and very fulfilling to say. The list of Magical moments were continuous, it was like living in an enchanted forest were nature, animals, insects, wind and other were keeping her company, and protected her. These moments are difficult to narrate, because the depth of her soul was being nourished with the Divine Light of Source. Where each moment it entered her body it calibrated, balanced and synchronized all the parts inside of her. She felt the light clear and neutralize the energies that had become of a lower nature while the upbringing with her parents and family took place.
Now she had become free to live and decide what the correct steps were for her. No more did her Spirit have the need to ask permission. She was now pursuing her purpose and mission upon this earth as God had intended it to be.
the end.
A.Hart
Her road was lonely, but blissful and very fulfilling to say. The list of Magical moments were continuous, it was like living in an enchanted forest were nature, animals, insects, wind and other were keeping her company, and protected her. These moments are difficult to narrate, because the depth of her soul was being nourished with the Divine Light of Source. Where each moment it entered her body it calibrated, balanced and synchronized all the parts inside of her. She felt the light clear and neutralize the energies that had become of a lower nature while the upbringing with her parents and family took place.
Now she had become free to live and decide what the correct steps were for her. No more did her Spirit have the need to ask permission. She was now pursuing her purpose and mission upon this earth as God had intended it to be.
the end.
A.Hart