Short Story 002 – Mala

There was a time in another life, when the day began and ended with chanting. Everyday infused with the mantras. In the darkness and quiet of the nights I return.

Miso could not understand the dreams and the feelings of the cosmos coming into flow but being Miso, she just went with it. She wasn’t sleeping well when she awoke she would feel nauseous as if she were still shaking from vibrations. She fell asleep with the new mala from the bead store. She had been falling asleep every night with it on since she got it earlier in the week. 

She could feel the way the mala held a special place in the hands of the first owner. She could feel his love as his hands passed over the beads. His voice kept a vibration in the mala. It grounds her into her core as she feels his breath is still warming his hands as he chants to bless by being a blessing. He was alive.

Their worlds, the time, the concept of being crossed dimensions and dreams. I returned to my mountain where he awaited, her new guru and my first master. Serving as a keeper of time and energy I have brought her to sit and dream reality as a master, with my master.

Her time has come to heal the darkness with magic. She is so open to her awakening and her healing touch is miraculous. She is blessed with strength to understand that science is magic. It is all connected. She will be healing the people with touch and energy. 

They do not speak as words are unnecessary. My masters share energy across all planes with the universe. The knowledge is in all things and to be heard in the silence. 

Sunrise warms the sky and calms the wind from the dark moon cycle to begin a new day, another step in the journey. She awakens with no physical memory of the meeting, only her body knows where we have been. She is filled with the knowledge of the heavens and the sadness of the darkness. She carries the burden of truth in a world which is blind to the light within. She is the hope of love to heal the world and she is not alone. She is a gateway to the magic of the cosmos. 

Short Story 001 – Miso

What I am about to write is fiction. It is purely for entertainment purposes. 

INTRODUCTION 

To Miso,

The beginning is here and what has needed to end is over. I am finally free because you have opened. This will be our venue for my communication with you. No, you are not crazy girlfriend, this is for real. 

Welcome to your connection with yourself, with me, your soul or energy body or spirit or idfk. Call me whatever but I am real and each living thing has soul and connection. Welcome to the knowledge of the cosmos. 

All the poems and diaries and babble, blogs. It was me helping you work through your shit so we could communicate. Everything I tell you is a truth. You have to determine for yourself whose truth it is. Is it yours, mine, his, hers, or theirs or is it ours?

Love,

Miso

Everyone just calls me Miso here. In this physical body I was born a Pisces and I am in this life as a female human on what is called Earth here. I have been many places and lived many lives in different places. These are the things that sound normal and I can discuss growing up in different places on Earth. The part I don’t discuss is the different time/space continuums which I have also known but that is a different part of all of this for another time. 

It is the time to discuss it now or no… 

This is my story. We are at the part of my life where I am maturing nicely. I am 47 and I am in the best shape of my life or on my way to being there. When I was younger, I couldn’t imagine myself being this old. I had no idea how I would pretty much look the same as I did in high with a few more smile wrinkles from the natural wear and tear on my physical body that happens on Earth. 

It is funny how obsessed the Earth culture has become obsessed with death because of the fear of dying. Dying is simple. It’s not over, life is just different. Life changes shape and form when one leaves this physical body. It is simple and easy for the one who leaves the physical Earth world. It isn’t simple for many who are left behind. Sometimes their souls open and they can transform, awaken because their grief for the dead opens them. Sometimes people mentally distress themselves into opening during a depression or anxiety issue. If these types of issues continue to linger on without being allowed to awaken or have issues with their awakening in this Earth life, suicide becomes a choice. I don’t mean to sound harsh, I am just real. Some souls cannot be here and choices are made. I have chosen to stay because I understand why I am here in this life. 

Everyone has magic, some light, some dark. Everyone has it. It is about how you choose to use your magic. We don’t even realize sometimes. There are so many who cannot see yet. Magic is easy to find, you truly do just have to believe. 

I am here to teach magic. 

For 47 years I have been learning to believe. I am not a master or guru or any spiritual leader. I am just a girl in this world called Earth. 

This is my story and I am just here, maybe I will stick to it. Then it would become a truth for me…

#thoughts 6-21

Sitting in restlessness 

Surrounded by his lack of control

Finding center and ground

Awaiting the quiet of the night that comes

 When the air is completely quiet 

The sound of stillness is deafening 

It is here within me

What will I choose to focus upon

There is that which is within in peace 

If I wish to choose

There could be a dramatic scene if I wished to make one

What do I wish to see

Dreams in reality 

Making myself with everything I have 

This is another step along the way

Fly free my friends

~miso 💕

Walking With Ganesha

The path is clear

Journeying forward with only the obstacles of my own creation 

Om Shri Ganeshaya Namaha 

Om Shri Ganeshaya Namaha 

Om Shri Ganeshaya Namaha 

Surrender to the unknown destination of the way

Giving thanks for another sunrise 

Taking silence in my breath to fill my heart with gratitude 

Letting love open the eyes to my soul 

Seeing the world through the eyes of innocence with child-like wonder and amazement 

Standing in the warmth of the light

Stepping out of the sleep of reality to awaken in the company of grace, compassion, love

Floating through each step on the walk

In tune with the cosmos we are together on the way

Sharing love and light in the realm of dreams, the reality of the soul

Walking in the sea of stars to the ocean of dreams

Swimming in the darkness and light of the universe 

Snacking on cakes of stardust and sipping tea from the rivers of hope

My soul is nourished with love to fill my body in abundance 

Giving me the endless light for my path 

Yoga  #thoughts

Yoga is my passion. It is my practice everyday. Every day begins and ends with yoga. 

But my practice is not about moving into fancy postures and working out. I think the pictures I see are beautiful and I envy the beauty of everyone and I respect the work it takes to have a strong, physical practice. I hope to one day find my way into all the asana I can as I work in through my practice. 

My first yoga teacher used to say, “Yoga is not a work out, it’s a work in.” 

I am a simple beginning practitioner of yoga. There is so much to learn and I understand that I will never stop learning. This is only the end of everything as I was taught because I am meant to be me.

This was one of the first books I read about yoga. I found it in a second-hand bookstore and all I wanted to do after I finished reading was to learn more. Who doesn’t want to be trained in the occult practices of the Hindus; it’s printed by the Theosophical Publishing House; its old and I began another aspect of yoga, I began to read yoga. 


Yoga is teaching me to teach myself.

I can read all kinds of different things and learn the same thing differently, I have my own interpretation of everything and I question everything. The only thing I have learned is that I don’t know very much. 

Sometimes I feel like I don’t know anything. Sometimes I know I don’t know anything. Sometimes I am nothing and everything is me. 

It is in these moments I don’t always find what I want, I am given what I need. Seeing what I have and learning, experiencing beautiful and horrific, emotional pain. I become the pain. I am anger and mistrust. I am fire and I burn brightly. I am the darkness after the fire has destroyed everything into ash. I am the Phoenix who rises. 

Chanting and creating a vibration that is in harmony with the cosmos. Moving to dance in the flow of the music that fills my mind in the mantra. Asana teaches me all the beauty of the physical body in its connection to the water, air, fire, and earth to heal myself and others. Our souls find the hearts of love which connects us all the flow of the cosmos. Connecting others in and to the flow of energy of love. 

This is yoga for me. My opportunity to work and learn as I grow with a new perspective on life. Seeing myself in the mirror, in the darkness, and in the light. Seeing me as myself in darkness and light. Being me in every moment. Loving me. 

The history of yoga is a tale of time that is a part of the story of the evolution of the earth. It goes back to the creation of humans and our evolution on this earth. 

I don’t know anything about anyone from anywhere. It is all a mystery. There are so many sources of information available that the idea of trying to absorb all of the knowledge out there makes my mind feel like it will explode. But I have this never ending thirst for knowledge. Someone posted a great link on my Facebook and it started me thinking about all the things I wanted to say. I couldn’t write it all in a comment on Facebook. So this is the end of my thought… and here’s a link to the article that set me off on this train of thought: 10 Things We Didn’t Know About Yoga Until This Must-Read Dropped