“Be a Healer” A Reminder to Consciously Combat the Pandemic

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Earth is healing when we collectively become conscious that we are not in control, finally our planet has found its will to breathe well when our hands let loose, freeing from suffocation. In the same way, we are supposed to heal and be healed while we are given this much time to rest and recuperate as we all are exhausted and most cases of sickness do occur when exhaustion is bearing down on us and when we are not fine, we tend to make one another sick.
LONG BEFORE the virus got its name and became rife, the world’s already critically ill, perhaps this pandemic is just an OUTWARD manifestation of our ego’s disease. We may not be in a utopian century where everything seems perfect but we have been more inclined to decimation that we turned our safe haven into a ruthless adversary causing us to feel powerless.
We whine and rant vehemently out of fear, we think we are done for because the world is a cruel place, the problem is that very thinking that the problem is outside ourselves. WE ARE THE CRUELTY OF THE WORLD because we feed each other resentment and pain through violent words and actions whether we are aware of it or not.
If you don’t believe in God, at least try to realize that life is an energy force that moves through every bit of what we are. If we want paradise, then allow your mind, body and spirit to commit to healing yourself that you eventually do this world a favor by becoming a healer yourself anywhere you set foot.

-Nicola An

April 2020, Pink Full Moon

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How’s everyone?

Despite the world’s plight now, let’s not forget how the cosmos truly cares for us. We have the Pink Moon to rise as of the moment, and I pulled a single Oracle card today just for a quick message. Surprised me that the card again is the same card that I pulled before the virus widely took its toll on many other countries.We still have “Purification” or the RAIN card while on lockdown. We are still being cleansed [purified], if you think of rainy days, the situation is practically about staying at home like where we are these days. Like the good news that Mother Earth is healing I guess that is one thing about purification too which we should apply to ourselves. We are given the opportunity now to remove the unnecessary from our lives and to tidy our thoughts to become a renewed human being with a clearer perspective. In the process of searching for the cure to combat the virus, we also ought to find the cure that will free us from our own diseases that disrupt our way to salvation, our self-awareness.
May we all recover from our respective diseases and be reminded of our innate strength as children of God deserving of the Universe’s magnificence and abundance.

-Love and Crystal Light 
Nicola An

“The Poems I Wish to Write About You”

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These thoughts in my heart are plenty
unlike those words that run on empty-
the poems I could only wish to scribble
that often merge into a puzzle,
stashed among unread books for days,
lackluster hours they solely embrace

A sprig of chrysanthemums seeking attention
from my idle stare and frozen intention

These papers are lying flat and frowning
like these words huddled, brooding 
Perhaps they're streams resisting gravity
'cause the ocean may not consent serendipity
I might begin another story that hides in fiction
and reluctantly drug myself with disillusion 

The poems I wish to write about you
are letters imagining your sweetest beam upon receiving
Oh, I am this anxious poetry tethered to daydreaming

Poetry: Personal Commitment by Nicola An

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Poetry is a personal commitment, and even more than that and for a poet to abandon poetry is death. I confess that I almost extinguished that fire in me, one time I just thought of forgetting about my scribbles,journals and random prompts. The truth is, the past months, my words were kind of lost in translation whenever I started to feel the need to write them down because maybe I had been confused as life turned a new leaf. Two years ago,a major shift took place in my Spiritual journey, Love being silent but not quite lenient,thinking about it now,it seems as though it happened like a second ago. The Universe just did everything needed to save me from the false dreams I couldn’t wake up from, they were just shadows leading me to return to my true light. It was grueling having to break again, to accept the disappointment and let go, close a chapter and so I felt crippled inside. The changes caused me to clear my thoughts and wipe my stained heart clean as I was beginning to see even wider horizons.Then came a year when I had a professional pursuit to fulfill that I had to lay off creative writing, and given a special day, 5th of July last year,I succeeded in that pursuit which called for a major adjustment. Days,weeks and months went that I was juggling responsibilities/priorities while I was working on myself as synchronicities arrived intensely. It was exhausting to feel yourself in different places that you wish you can hibernate.I couldn’t write anything the way that should please me because although I was whole, I felt drained, my words were stranded somewhere. Fortunately, Love is love and you can never run away from your heart.I believe awakening being a constant process, it will always come to a period of redesigning and rebuilding you, you know there’s always room for something new. Now, thank you for being there in my life, thank you for allowing my heart to beat. Here’s to a lifetime of poems!

-Infinitely,
Nicola An

“Cleaving”

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Looking at old photographs, I feel entirely estranged from a familiar time. It’s like I was always borrowed by something against my will. Bleak skies and suffocating pitch-black walls I can picture out making me cringe. As I see myself now, a fresh painting with warm colors that every loving smile I wear can emulate the sight of the sun peeking at dawn, all those old photographs are such a distant,forgotten dream. Although I may ask again if we really do forget because after all,we’re made to live through our memories but just because we’re haunted doesn’t mean we should be scared.

Becoming isn’t about putting on a new self but rather, unveiling your true self. As far as being spiritually grown, I am well aware of what I was and what I still am. Sure, I have forgiven the ways I had punished myself and understood the wounds that had to teach me my biggest lessons, nights and mornings have gotten along well with me, still and serene in between and that I have learned to dance despite the unpleasant music I sometimes have to face, there come those moments when I feel awfully alone, I sit down with the same emotions calling me out as though the little devil that used to feed me lies is creeping up again, and yet for what must be a poking miracle, I can easily brush off that unwanted presence and see the brighter reality in a single blink. I know that I can be the old me and at the same time, different from that person.

You, recognizing the slave and the master in yourself can be achieved when you allow this awakening to take over all that you’ve ever been. There will always be an aching in you, hunger and loss will still greet you venomously that you may feel your past resurfacing– this total relapse gobbling you bit by bit.

See? Like always, you fall and break but the good news is you don’t pick up those broken pieces anymore to collect and keep them but to immediately throw them away. You are both inside and outside of yourself, the one who breaks and the true Self that watches and patches up everything for you.

Remember this whenever you feel alone.Looking at old photographs, I feel entirely estranged from a familiar time. It’s like I was always borrowed by something against my will. Bleak skies and suffocating pitch-black walls I can picture out making me cringe. As I see myself now, a fresh painting with warm colors that every loving smile I wear can emulate the sight of the sun peeking at dawn, all those old photographs are such a distant,forgotten dream. Although I may ask again if we really do forget because after all,we’re made to live through our memories but just because we’re haunted doesn’t mean we should be scared.

Becoming isn’t about putting on a new self but rather, unveiling your true self. As far as being spiritually grown, I am well aware of what I was and what I still am. Sure, I have forgiven the ways I had punished myself and understood the wounds that had to teach me my biggest lessons, nights and mornings have gotten along well with me, still and serene in between and that I have learned to dance despite the unpleasant music I sometimes have to face, there come those moments when I feel awfully alone, I sit down with the same emotions calling me out as though the little devil that used to feed me lies is creeping up again, and yet for what must be a poking miracle, I can easily brush off that unwanted presence and see the brighter reality in a single blink. I know that I can be the old me and at the same time, different form that person.

You, recognizing the slave and the master in yourself can be achieved when you allow this awakening to take over all that you’ve ever been. There will always be an aching in you, hunger and loss will still greet you venomously that you may feel your past resurfacing– this total relapse gobbling you bit by bit.

See? Like always, you fall and break but the good news is you don’t pick up those broken pieces anymore to collect and keep them but to immediately throw them away. You are both inside and outside of yourself, the one who breaks and the true Self that watches and patches up everything for you.

Remember this whenever you feel alone.

 

-Nicola An