*sit quietly and let your mind settle…shut out distraction and then tap into your inner stillness*

What did I choose? Not to listen & Less than what I deserve. Less in honoring my temple. That was my reality.

I am reminded of one account…

My “less than” spoke Arabic and was “so smart.” This “less than” and I spoke for hours on end about Astrology and History and Poetry. He was everything I ever wanted. But isn’t that how the Devil arrives?

The hood of his red two-door 2004 Infinity was wrapped with a pale vampiric woman with dark hair and a seductive mouth. He had nice rims to match and a cool smile. When I first saw him I heard “NO!”

*I dismissed the voice of my Protection.*

Slipped into his red chariot and off we went. “Nice body but torn insides,” I thought to myself. and since then, I have never been the same.

And no one will ever know.