A Wayout Look at the Cause of Illness

By cnwriter, 

For some of you this will not be accepted but it stll goes on..

The Effects of Negative Thoughts on our Bodies

Disease and healing the body are all to do with vibrational energy fields most of which we set up for ourselves one way or the other. Maybe it is a family trait to worry and we have taken on that pattern.
Fear and stress are but two of the many patterns we learn through our lives that cause us to do negative thinking. However, every single thought we have vibrates at a certain frequency and over the years that particular frequency permeates our cells and changes their original healthy frequency. Of course there are karmic patterns that many are born with in order to learn a lesson in this lifetime. Just as geniuses are born so are those who have the gene of certain diseases within themselves. These are past lifetime happenings which we have chosen in this lifetime to work through.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXHdiUFncTw&feature=em-subs_digest

Forgiveness and Loving

Through loving ourselves, loving our thoughts, our upsets, our anger..in fact by loving everything about ourselves and others, we can make dynamic changes to the health and well being of our bodies.

The other dynamic here is forgiveness which is a key to healing.. We need to forgive ourselves for all that we feel/think we have done that has caused us upset. But my friends if you want to blame others then you are doing againstness which is quite the opposite of forgiveness. Everything, everything that happens to you has been created, promoted or allowed by yourself so No Blame can be placed on another. 

I realize that his will be very difficult for people to understand or accept but It Is Still What Is. And in the long run you will know it.

Trailing the Vampyr and His Feeding Ways..a Dark Story Indeed....

Vampyrs can be magnificent or no...they oft find those who reflect their own darkness and make delicious feeding...but then it takes all sorts does it not.......

• A Strange Tale
• To Score
• Magnetism
• The Venomous Ones

A Strange Tale

beautiful vampyr

A strange tale I will tell
Of those who walketh into hell
Not really knowing what they do
For them a game of show and tell

A vampyre I do speak of here
Sucking blood from those around
Gorging on the red sweet stuff
That from his victims it does stream

His beauty doth it attract

So many to him not knowing that
Lead to their doom it will
Their precious blood to spill

To Score

He prowls the streets
Big city stores
Looking for a place to score
The scent of humans oh so strong

His of cloves and bitter herbs

Attract it does in numerous ways
Darting looks from helpless maids
Under his spell to fall

Magnetism

there lies!!

From him a magnetism doth come
Otherworldly in many ways
Hundreds of years has this been made
Around him now an auric veil

Glinting sharp under the moon
In daytime hideth he
Away from briliiant sun and light
Shrivel him to nothing they could do

Under the ground there he does lie
Till day is gone
Night has arrived
With all the fun for him to do
Maybe finding who knows who

The Venomous Ones

venomous ones

Look he does for those who bear
That same venom inside of them
There it lurks like a black snake
Or scorpion about to strike

These he loves for they do taste
Of similar darkness to himself
Rich with taint flowing through their blood
A feast for him in every way

and so it is

Seeing What Really Often Is but Looking in Another Direction...

By cnwriter..carolina,Sometimes it is not so easy to stay centered and loving when there are so many not nice people doing very not nice things. But that is another lesson to be learned in this classroom of much to see, hear and do.

• Overhead
• Parading
• Wondering
• Lilies of the Field
• credits

Overhead

dark ravens...

Overhead he flies a raven dark
Many like him are down below
In different forms are they
Some human some are not

They call themselves by many names

Covering up true natures thus to do
But underneath the maggots crawl
Poisoning all around

Parading

who they be

To be found are they in every niche
Gathering to them like minds
Egotistical and vain
Parading voices words inane

You see them on corners hanging out
On blogs houses of fame
Quietly at first they do come
Then trumpeting out every which way

So many people let them be
Not me

Wondering

who are they!!!!

You see them here
You see them there
You wonder where they have been
And how they found their way
To be in front of us it seems

No way there to be rid of them
Till every ounce is sucked
From all this good and light
So bright that shineth everywhere

You wonder whom I write about
I will not tell you so
Check inside and you will know
No further do you have to go

Lilies of the Field

lilies pure are they

Bu when you focus on the Light
From loving hearts doth spring
Joy
Thankfulness for everything

And knowing this ignore you can
The thump of marching feet
Long diatribes from those
Whose voices loud are seen and heard

The sound of angel bells chime out
Sweetness of jasmine fills the air
And as pure lilies in fields grow
Look
Listen
And filled you are with joy

and so it is...

The Dream Master....Showing You The Way.....

We all dream...that is a given. Probably as young children we were given the keys to journey into the magical realms of light but then the veil of forgetfulness dropped when we were around 6 and now we have to find those who can help us find the magic again. This is all about it.

• The Dream Master
• Finding Her Way
• Angels Wings
• Travelling the Realms
• credits

The Dream Master

always dreaming

What would you have me doshe asked
As she clambered into her bed
Dream dream the DreamMaster said
Of magic kingdoms where princes dwell
Rescuing fair damsels in distress
And knights in shining armour ride on white chargers
Through forests where dappled trees nod their branches
Over slow meandering crystal clear streams

But how can I do this she cried

I do not have the magic words
To transport me there

Finding Her Way

staircase to climb

Find the way that is divine
A staircase of knowing deep inside
Climb steadily up and you will receive
The keys that open up the doors
To realms of being so profound
You never may return to ground

And like all good fairy tales tell
She flew away as on her pillow her head did rest
To join those who had gone before 
Alice and Dorothy and Wendy too

So did this young child

Angels Wings

angels wings....

Her dreaming took a different view
Of shining beings waving wings
Translucent they in every shade
Violet and pink, blue and grey
Shining oh so bright

Into their caring arms she came
Buoyed up by wafts of scented air
Enfolded in such loving care
They knew she dreamed this reality
And on through time the memory
Would stay

Travelling the Realms

loving eyes

A tinkling bell rang in her dreams
A vision of another world
Filled with beauty quite sublime
The taste of it like honey sweet
And even in this altered state
She knew 
Could taste and hear and see
It all

The Dream Master there He stood
A radiant Being glowing bright
His eyes with loving filled

I told you so He said to her
I did not wave a magic wand
You did it by yourself my dear
The keys were garnered long ago
In other lifetimes when you knew
How to travel the outer realms of Sound and Light

There Was a Boy...a tale of forgotten Loves

We have all experienced heart rending pangs at the loss of one we thought we loved..Gone they are but memories still linger...a rather foolish thing to do but being human is just part of that melodrama...for my darling frederic....whom i love still as he does me....

Once Upon A Time

he and me in NYC

Once upon a time a Frenchman loved me and I loved him
At least I thought I did!
Passionate he was about me although he wrote
'We are too passionate and this could be difficult one day'
Of course it could would for he was gay

But oh so beautiful he was in every way
and I the clown.....

Like me he could intone in many ways

Sometimes deep and sometimes high
Melodic ways to show each other
Voicing that we cared

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iq0XJCJ1Srw

Gone So Near Away

BB lighting

Now he has gone so near away
At least down the road his showroom moved
Although I see it every day
As I drive by

Sometimes I look into the windows
Of his glorious Atelier
Filled with furniture and lighting
Accessories to blow your mind

but mine was blown long ago

Does He Know

paths to nowhere

I wonder if he knows I think about him
Write pages about him
Does he care
i know he does as i do too
but on a different path am I

He wanted this way to go
But could not handle myenergy
Of something so profound
Spiritual energy
It blew his mind
And took his person far away from me

Those of You who Read This Page

no where to go

Many of you who read this page
Have had experiences such as mine
Such as this
To what end did you take your self
Or did you let it blow your mind
And in your grave let lie

goodbye......

Queens, Their Pleasuring and Pleasures

By cnwriter..carolina,
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Essays

Not everyone will like this. Those who have righteousness especially. This lays wide open the preferences of men and women. There will be those who quote with righteous indignation from the Bible...the great misunderstood book where everyone reads into what suits their preference. enjoy

For Women Know

oh oh oh

In times gone by the rule of queens was really not quite what it seemed 
For most was thought of as a dream
Amazons chock full of might
Breasts bare as they ran through the night
And pounced on all no matter who
To kill or make them bend to will

As lovers they preferred each other
(Even if this be not true
It makes a jolly exciting tale)
Besides a woman knows what women like
The softness and the caring touching
Cunt against cunt upwards moving
Breast to breast in joyous feeling

Preferences of Queens

who and where!!!!

Now with double entendre we can move
To a fascinating groove
About those men who women do prefer to be 
At least in sexual appetite
Feel cock up their backside more pleasure there for them

I knew a Frenchman once upon a time
Who did not know where his pleasures lay
Tired was he of shitting men (another play on words hey hey)
Although gay as a queen was he
Or at least he thought he was

Regaled me of past lost loves 

Parisian couturiers famous were they
But soon of him tired they grew
HIs ego too much it was for them

I like it...

oh oh oh

Again this pic comes into view
I like it very much I do
And since this is my page
I will do what I want to do

It seems a pity not
For expression has many forms
Different ways in which to go
Just like sexual appetites

Choose you the best for you and forever hold your peace!