A little exercise to make you feel better because you are special and you are worth it

Loving your creator, then loving your existence and knowing the purpose of life is the key to loving yourself.

Energy is all around us in this expanding universe that is full of hopes, dreams and stars for you to look up to.

Beauty is the beautiful nature of your soul, clarity is the pure thoughts that you shower under to have the most pure and golden light around you.

Close your eyes

Imagine having a perfect glow with no gaps

Focus on making it stronger and more golden

This light is the light of your light spirit and it is healing

Breathe in the clean air into your lungs from your nose

Exhale the bad energy and thoughts out as smoke from your mouth

You are a red glowing flower and your time to blossom has come

Imagine this flower opening up slowly and getting brighter

This flower will never die and your glow will never dull, you are beautiful my dear precious soul ❤

A translation from Abdullah al Herz – If you plant seeds of corn and the seeds of a poisonous plant, the ground will make them both grow as you water them day by day. When the time comes to gather what you planted you will get what you gave and the ground does not care if it was poisonous seeds for they will grow anyway. The ground is your mind and you feed it with the thoughts that you put in. You become what you think. Hire guardians to protect the gates of your mind, to allow in the good thoughts and keep out the bad ones.

I imagine my mind as a White Castle with a beautiful heaven inside, workers pull out black plants to throw them away then take care of the beautiful flowers by watering them with love and grow more of what is good. My guardians are beautiful angels who always protect me from every bad thing in the world … They are here for me to comfort me, to love me and heal my light then remind me to pray for Allah who always has good plans for me and answers my prayers and looks out for me.

Sweet children

Yes I fancy those children, the way their imagination works is fascinating. He chases butterflies calling them magical fairies yet he releases them when they fall under his mercy. She cries on the crumbs of her crackers and calls them falling angels from the sky. She imagines the rain drops as soldiers being sent down to rest after a battle, so she dances under love trying to collect them on her skin to live in her.

He lays down to count the stars and says I’ll go there one day to play with them and perhaps shine like they do. She sneaks on her toes into my library; which she thinks is forbidden, to learn the secrets of life of course. They fear our cook; from her broad face that they compare with stone. They say she eats children and cook them.

I laugh at these scenes which they make. I only wish that the last one was not true. Yes, my angels are stars now in a far fairyland guiding soldiers to the secrets of life, that’s what I like to think.

Black and white picture

I still have a black and white picture … It is clearer this way, I get to see his true face and kiss those wrinkles; caused by his overdosed smiles. His true face … I can see it in his soul through those charming eyes.
He looked at me, and with one look he elicited my soul out so forcibly as if he called it forth and it obeyed … I felt like a lab rat, he was testing his control on me.

The best reason to hate him is that he made me smile once. His smile, on the other hand, is innocent and the most deceiving.
I remember the first time we had a connection … Our souls bonded and we had access to each other’s thoughts. We come from different tribes he and I, I come from the “Qatala”; the most deadliest and cruelest creatures. He is what you call a common, but he is unique.

We can never be together, we are different like water and fire. He is the symbol of Love and I am the symbol of Hate and chaos will fall on us like rain if the two mix. He has special powers of forcing his love into the coldest and he kills with kindness which I think is pathetic. His purity teases me, I hate the way he treats me, it makes me weak.
I see him sometimes, I avoid looking in those eyes, they have their way to make me feel like a human again and I resent it.

I am sure that he saw the darkness in my eyes and now sees me as one of his charity works … That light in your light soul has no cure for my black spirit. I see him sometimes doing the “Gaith” dance; it brings fortune to the poor ones, I see him juggling planets like they’re nothing too. I see him painting souls with feelings and it was disgusting, I see him riding the “Mumit” for fun; Mumit is a beast that can tear you in parts with one move. I also see him bringing life with a snap of a finger; bringing memories into thin air for people to see, and when I see him I see myself in chains too.

Sometimes I see him as an amusement; a clown. Sometimes I feel that he has my heart in his bare hands and it bleeds when he closes his fist; a master. I am the child of the desert and the sea and I shall return into dust when the sun rises from the west. My end, however, feels nearer when I see the threat in the heart of that child like man. I hope he never becomes my enemy, for he has great power on me. I hope he never becomes my lover, for he is such a distraction. I hope he stays nothing, that worthless half human.