Shakti's Soul Strokes

Gift One:Okay.. sooo I made MYSELF a bomb ass healthy meal… OMG .. tongastic… I took sweet potato fries and French style string beans, tossed with olive oil, Mrs. Dash spicy and garlic.. bake 400, bout 15 .. and holy shiznola. .anyway,  that with a turkey/veggie burger <that I made. it was a Gina Aliotti recipe>,  with an egg on it… now dat’s a ‘spoil your date’ meal.   I used to do this for my significant other’s.. why not myself first??   Of course, the “damn you’re a narcissist” thought came by… I just chose to let it keep going.  I adore/d the divine in myself today.  WE are so freakin worth this!!!  

Gift Two of this “date” Shanti day…  I just had the most sacred experience with dance and movement in la LONG time… I knew that shit was gonna hit and this was gonna turn into a musical, lmao.. but if I’m paying homage to my Shakti, gotta go with these impulses and I did…. Holy shit the sheer fucking of joy of this experience… I’m able to feel my muscles and use them…. And use them, I did… no heavy breathing.. WARM but not sweating… I dancing my arse off.. fo sho.. omg.. wide ass open <raw to the soul> to source.. <grins> now that shit is the yummy num nums. 

Wanna dance??? I saw this the other day, and REMEMBERED.. oh yes…
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10152533251348906&set=vb.591983905&type=2&theater

Gift Three: 
(brought my  beloved date gifts --- lastic .. a stretch working, buti yoga and a book..guess the universe was so happy that I was embracing my own divinity, I got the book free, … gotta love the journey) …

Gift Four:

While preparing my own music list for this day, I literally FELT my way toward a list… if it make me tingle it got added, if not.. nah.  So I just chose “The Greasted Love of All” without even thinking of the lyrics,  made me think of Whitney and all I could focus on was/is beautiful voice.  Her voice to spirit was her sacred self, where she connected with her own divinity.  Nothing else matters.  Wow.. the rest is superfluous … dayum…. It’s all a part of us and THE story.  IT IS however; at the place where we connect with God/dess, that we are perfect <still wrapped in perfectly imperfect humanity> .  While listening to Ms. Whitney .. how she DID express her passion… that’s all that matters.. wow.. level up.. damn almost wanna cry, listening to her passion about self-love.. onward and upward with this day.. 

Song of the day: for my most sacred union with my Shakti energy…

"Til The Casket Drops" by ZZ Ward

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4M3qQgXous

It was the coldest night of the year,

Snow-covered street lamps and Belvedere,

The moon was just a sliver,

The light was fading,

The war was on its way,

And we were waiting,

You asked me how long I'd stay by (MY)  side,

So I answered with only just one reply,

Till the casket drops,

Till my dying day,

Till my heartbeat stops,

Till my legs just break,

Whoa, oh, whoa,

whoa, whoa, oh,

Whoa, whoa, oh,

Till the casket drops,

A house made out of glass will surely shatter,

So we built a fortress of red bricks and ladders,

The ground, it started shaking,

The bombs are falling,

We could've walked away,

We had a warning,

You asked me how long I'd stay by your side,

So I answered with only just one reply,

Till the casket drops,

Till my dying day,

Till my heartbeat stops,

Till my legs just break,

Whoa, oh, whoa,

whoa, whoa, oh,

Whoa, whoa, oh,

Till the casket drops,

So lay your burden down, baby,

Lead me out the door,

We can't escape this ricochet,

I'm ready for this war,

So lay your burden down, baby,

Lead me out the door,

We can't escape this ricochet,

I'm ready for this war,

Till the casket drops,

Till my dying day,

Till my heartbeat stops,

Till my legs just break,

Till the casket drops,

Till my dying day,

Till my heartbeat stops,

Till my legs just break,

Whoa, oh, whoa,

whoa, whoa, oh,

Whoa, whoa, oh,

Till the casket drops.

well, cuz that’s the way I feel for myself/source.. I will keep going ‘till the casket drops’….

3:26
*****Finshed the playlist for mah awakening Shakti .. clicked on shuffle… and got “I’m every woman” by Ms. Houston herself.  .. Shakti making a statement??? Jus sayin!  …. Feel like a damn lotus blossoming.. I’m getting this. Huge SMILE!! 

Why Shakti Energy:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XXDz_BDoOt0  

The meditation I did:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JYueTqWmyo

As for the rest, stay tuned… I don’t kiss and facebook, I respect myself WAY too much!!!  (grins)

Kundalini rising!

So following a few amazing epiphanies and a couple of synchronistic “sheetuations” (said with a very Brooklyn accent), I decided I had to write, so I walked around the house to see, who was out and about…yup, at work and sleeping.. whoo hoo the house was completely mine… whut??.. ya mean I could pretend.. feel ‘as if’, behave exactly how I would if I was already home (my home, my space)… I know my rescue somewhere is on his journey towards me, it is as it’s supposed to be, I can act as if....

I ‘got giddy’, I jogged into my room and dropped trough, grabbing all my num num body products and my Ipad for music…. I danced my way to the bathroom, as I waited for the water to heat up, listening to zz ward’s move like you stole it, I was dancing my ass off, I was just me, spirit, limitedless, and the thing is I’ve always been a great dancer.. I feel music… always have, stems from being home as a child, a latchkey kid, listening to my dad’s massive record collection … and was it ever eclectic, thank you daddy.  I danced ballet and auditioned for the American Ballet Corp at Lincoln Center, but was told, I didn’t have the right instep for long hours en’ pointe.  Heartbroken <oh yea I was>  I fancied myself the reincarnation of Anna Pavlova, and read everything I could about her.  

Then the fire was rekindled and of course I succumbed to the primal pull of that particular alignment of divine and danced again, in any way I could... club scene mid 80’s in the NYC that’s all I’m sayin, 

Anyway, today I danced in the bathroom waiting for the shower to heat up, and I danced for me, and there is a large oval mirror over the sink…the steam started rising <from the shower…from the shower> and I smiled at me… realizing that it indeed is ME, that forever has my back.  It is so freaking true, “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”― Friedrich Nietzsche…   

There’s a reason for that .. they cannot hear it.. LOL so they are seeing us making all these moves they don’t understand.  Ahhhhl…. To them it may seem odd and make no sense.

And I danced for the ‘joy’ in the now, really dancing with/ in and feeling in sync with the light… my muscles were loosened and some of the pain released.. yay.. it was beautiful, divine, natural medicine, and I’m grateful I ‘get it’ now.  Be in the moment, just be… feel it, yup no matter what it feels like, don’t run from it… it’s your life, and it’s a divine expression of you.  Fall back in the unknowing, release those fears… the soul trembles with the ecstasy of ‘what the hell is THAT?’ KUNDALINI energy, yup…  ohhhh…

------------------>  I feel  Kundalini RISING!!!!

‘He’s’ headed my way… LOL he’s gotta feel that .. <my twin flame/soulmate… yay, my wolfmate… ya get the gist> it’s all where it’s supposed to be. I really love life.  My heart/soul/mind/being is open to the constant ebb and flow of life’s changes… yup it’s all an adventure.  I choose and it is DE “LIGHT” FUL!