Wicked Ways - Egypt English - Love & Life Coach

This sh¡t ain’t kashér and you know it…

Vows are not made to be broken…

but—we are humans, fickle creatures…we break them. Some we break unintentionally, some we break to save, as if it needs saving, grace…and some we break simply to keep from having to reveal our demons to none other than ourselves. I broke a vow I made to you, because of the latter—I simply could not be transparent with you, so I hid from you…but only the part of you that reflected me…I hid from your eyes, and yet your hearts still beat in my chest.

Even in hiding, I could not escape the sound. I could not stop my feet from dancing to those beats you conjured—and though, my mind still raced as brilliantly as a million thoroughbred stallions, my spirit stalled out a time or two, and my body backfired…my bones cracked and ground bone on bone. I chipped a tooth. I stained a few. Part of me became so seemingly complete with the thoughts breathing as good mother Dickinson had, and part of me grew sick of dancing in my own eerie shadows, dropping baskets of treats from gloomy windows. Slowly,

hesitantly,

I set aside my peace pipe because I am learning time slows down much faster when it speeds up—like interdimensional travel, shifting, bending, transmuting from one black space to the next without the blinking of an eye. I am home again. Please allow me to rest my head upon your hearts once more.

Signed,

A Letter to Those Who Traveled this Wicked Path with I

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Egypt English - Loveology and Teaspiration Thursday

#Teaspiration Thursday — 2018 A Whole New Brew

Use your head to live with your heart.

—Yogi Tea

You desire to live according to your passion, the one thing that so many said could never make you rich, would fail to bring you wealth, and yet with your mind you have fathomed your life lived with purpose, in your heart you have conjured a life lead by passion, and your body craves a life of adventures and magnificent triumphs—so love your vision—make that which is metaphysical and only able to be captured at present by your own divine eye—make it matter, make it real, make it concrete enough for the whole world to lay eyes upon. Love your masterpiece while it is still a gazillion scattered yet to be tangible pieces—spend your today which is your tomorrow and your yesterday using your brain to expand your mind—become a cultivator of knowledge that suits your heart’s every neuron—devise a strategic plan of action, chart a vigorous course, carve a windy path, place your best foot on its soil and walk with your head held high, heart vibrating vivaciously, body striding sturdily erect—and surely you will rise as a steeple high above dark clouds into the marvelous light on your own soul’s righteous stage.

—♥Egypt

 

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Egypt English Take time to Find Yourself - Lifestyle Blog

Journal #2

The Art of Vanishing

Life—as you and I know it exists to manifest a stronger, wiser, more righteous and refined YOU…allow life to love you.

Hide-n-go-seek with Uname [the four great winds]

Going away, disappearing from the visual conception of others near and far—I like to believe this is one of the most magnificent abilities of all living beings. Even trees and flowers and grasses have their own unique timing and ways of disappearing. When I ponder the absurdity of making such a statement I am instantly reminded of Grandmother Willow in our backyard whose hanging branches dance so lovely adorned in their ambient, almost florescent, green leaves during Wehe Ehimpe and Wehe Pima. Then Autumn rears her golden months and Mother’s leaves descend to meet the ever-forgiving ground—and although her branches still dance about the cool winds of Tañyi and the bitter winds of Wenani, one could stare from the height of her balcony covered in snow and almost miss Motha’s elegant shiftings. Yet, she never uproots herself, travels or relocates—but remains ever still and firm upon her square amongst a plethora of vanishing greens. Continue reading “Journal #2”

2018 Manifest

 

2018 the Year of Manifest

Each year we each embark on is always a year or something…either you fill in the blank, or you don’t, eh. Truth is often we do not fill in the blank, and we end our year with little to show because we neglected to establish a clear vision of all that we desired to see come to fruition. How much we neglected our past year will reveal its no or low hanging fruit come the dawn of the new year—our current year. Let this be the year you move and maneuver in such a way that you blink once and 2019 slows down to roll out a red carpet embroidered in golds and lined with silvers for You.

All that you do and neglect to do will matter, yet, not all that is done will transmute to matter, and still, nothing is ever truly wasted.

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Journal #1

The Art of Breaking

Your picture perfect tomorrow requires your shattered today.
You need to accept yourself broken, even in a zillion scattered pieces, before you can appreciate yourself mending, and finally whole.

Perspective — Pick Your Potion

The Religious will read these words and pull from them messages from their mighty and benevolent Provider/s. The Thinkers will find within the lines many shiftings of paradigms for their minds to navigate. The Spiritualists will draw from in between the lines spirit food to be devoured and expelled as good energy. The Scientists will analyze the elements and components—the inputs—of these streams of consciousness and find the necessary factors to devise their desired output. Continue reading “Journal #1”

Blood, Muddy Water, and Naturalized Soup - LoveTrips™

Blood bound, muddy water and naturalized soup

it don’t matter—it’s all love, all familia, tribe.

We know, blood is thicker than water, and that soup can be served very thin. Yet, sometimes the extra contents of a body of water or bowl of soup can make blood almost irrelevant if you can catch my drift.

See being bound by blood to someone or someones is something I can never change—neither can you. However, relationships with your blood bound can change. Fortunately or unfortunately, many relationships do change, and some never do…some remain tight from day one, some continue to grow stronger with each passing year, others dissipate slowly or rapidly into distance. So while we may be bound by blood and have sense of obligation to a person, a love that cannot be severed by its very nature, we may not have the close ties regardless of how hard we try to force ourselves upon each other—and in the grand scheme of things as wrong as this may seem, it’s always divine, always righteous. Continue reading “Blood bound, muddy water and naturalized soup”

Milk and Cookies - Egypt English - King Frank May LoveTrips™ the BLOG - Relationship Love Advice

Milk and Cookies

The best advice a wombman can receive from her King is “do you—shine your light, be you”

No one can give you power. Sure, many people can give you fabricated keys to operating the vehicle of your life, but only you have what it takes to whip your ride.

Frank allows me” and encourages me to be all of I. He often pushes and pulls me outside of my zones of comfort, and I am always better because of it. I have realized over the years how necessary his motivation has been, so nowadays I am growing more adamant about forcing myself to push and pull beyond my comfort zones. Continue reading “Milk and Cookies”

I provided you help…

When in doubt I consult God.

Many nights I have slumbered in hopes of rising with my clarity—only to wake with more confusion. Often unbeknownst to me, the Almighty has spoken, loud and clear, just not directly to I. So when I take counsel in my King’s light he almost always blesses my spirit with his wisdom, his peace—and in the shallows of his deep, I find my own. Continue reading “I provided you help…”

#rebelflags - Egypt English - Loveologist at LoveTrips— the BLOG

black belts and #rebelflags | Things my Didd’a Taught Me.

I stomped a child out on the blacktop back in kindergarten one time ’cause he said that his dad could beat my dad in a Karate match; turned out, his daddy and my daddy were good friends, even taught Karate in the same building for years—knew Karate was more about the ability to harness the power of your own spirit than the like of your two fists or your two feet—had nothing to do with competition because true power was derived from within—the ability to control not your opponent, but yourself—long story short, we are old friends now.

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