Truth

Soon my truths will be spoken and revealed. My experiences and observations. Are you all ready?

As long as I need

In the light of my life heading into a new direction, the right direction, I still catch myself constantly saying goodbye to my ex. Constantly. Once a week. I need to continue saying goodbye for as long as I need. I hear footsteps by my flat and I look up with a strange expectation inside me - unrealistic and unwarranted to be sure, but would I not look to see if it is him coming to see me. I am not entirely sure why. At this stage in my life I have come to far to return to what broke me, I do not want to go back to what broke me. Missing someone is not to be misconstrued as a desire to have them back, because who he has become now is not the man I fell in love with (not from the outside at least, perhaps inside is a different story) - I miss who he once promised me he wants to be.

I know that he holds much anger towards me, and that it is still consuming. Frankly that is his heart and what he chooses to feed and keep alive. I have no intention of fighting for him, trying once again to prove my own worth to him, working hard to become the best man for him, when in reality I always was - it is my turn at life. I know my worth and I know my value to the one that will be privileged enough to have my heart one day - that man will fight with everything inside of him to have my love.

I heard this song in a movie and decided to dedicate it to his post - may it's words reach the one it is meant for.

Perhaps my heart is wanting one more night, one final try, one last chance at love with this broken man I loved so much - forgiveness through love and intimacy. Love heals all.

An expectation that is unrealistic, naive and based on previous experience and learning - implausible. On the 30th of August I am boarding a plane with a one way ticket to a new life - I will leave here without regrets and unfinished business, and although it would be preferable to leave knowing that things between me and my ex are on a clean slate; it is not required for my success and does not influence my forgiveness of him.

In a trance I thought of and spoke a poem, it was very bizarre and never did happen before. Regardless, here it is. What was meant to be written is meant to be written.

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In my dreams I see you

From my heart I hear you

In the darkness I feel you

I see the light beckon to you

It was not once that I lost you

Every day, at least once, I lose you

My prayers remain the same for you

Protection bestowed remains on you

A tear still falls just for you

I am grateful always for you

Now I have seen all that is you

Forever in my heart a space for you

Yes, I will continue to love you

Always I will miss you

Forgiveness in time of me from you

A goodbye to say, specially for you

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I have come to a point in my life here I have to say goodbye to many people and things - a lingering promise of that which will follow in time. I start a new life, I let go of the old and embrace the true path of my journey, my authentic self and Godwork. There is nothing I value more than knowing I am following the real path of my life, the true purpose of my existence and doing that which I had always promise and told myself I wanted. 

There are very many words left inside of me, very many things still to say. All in time. When I am on point I am a juggernaut that is an unstoppable force of sight and might - and I am on point.

Thank you, my readers - let there be love.

Ry

The ManChild

A love told me once, that in every future that he saw with me - I outgrow him and that if he stays he will be dragging me down with him. I battled with this, for a long time, almost a year in fact. I had always believed that it was the same as "it is not you, its me", you know, letting someone down easy. For so long I had become used to diminishing my own journey and the absolute magnanimity of my lifes work, of my life.

Had it been so easy to admire another, idolise or revere another to such a high regard that I had entirely overlook your own greatness, my own achievements and the fact that my life has and is on a road of inspiration? As I started peeling away the layers of what I had come to believe and what I had accepted for so long, I began to identify the magic inside of me. Eventually enough walls were broken down and enough curtains opened to see that he was correct all along. Regardless of the intention of his words those evenings, he had been speaking the truth of the reality - had he eventually seen that which I am, and when faced with our side by side reflections in the Godmirror; was the unvarnished facts to much to accept and bare?

Had the "manchild" actually outgrown the "self actualized adult" already? Years ago. After finding out the hard facts one November only 6 months into the relationship, and having the passion and love to forgive even then - had I not outgrown him then already? My best friend has heard the tears that day and received the phonecall with the truth found. I had the courage to face my pains and hurts straight on, one after another, defeating the darkness with loving light and evolving in leagues. It is actually amusing and awe-inspiring to me, my roots had been growing all along - even when I had been plunged into the darkness. Is the willingness to step outside of the comfort bubble not more growth than someone who holds on to theirs with both hands, legs and chains? Who can tell.

What I do know, what I do see, the untouchable figure with a darkness around. The truth was spoken that night, I see that now.

My precious things

In my life I have managed to accumulate a lot of objects and things, often being told that I am like my father who had a tendency to hoard. At some stage in my more recent years I had come to realise that I have to scale down my collection and get rid of the clutter that had surrounded me.

At some point the truth of life hits you in the face and you realise that personal value does not come from the amount of stuff you have surrounding you, but rather from within. Suddenly all the objects and stuff becomes nothing more than wasted space, reminders of a past that will not be forgotten and irrelevant old objects of illusional value.

Since making my decision to leave, I have had to be faced with parting with my stuff that once comforted me and gave me the false sense of security and value. Some are to be sold and some are to be gifted to others, however there are a few objects that hold a very special value to me. I call them my "precious things". These items do not necessarily hold a high financial value but the sentimental value is beyond measure to me and I simply cannot and will not ever part with them.

Happily I can take some of my precious things with me, a wooden cross gifted to me on a magic night next to a freezing lake (is coming with), 2 stunning decanters that were gifted to me as a housewarming gift when I moved into this very house (will be given to a family member to guard over and keep safe), a collection of Buddha's in different shapes and sizes (all but one coming with me, and the rest to be gifted to those spiritual beings that will appreciate them), a chain and cross holding a titanium ring that was gifted to me on 2 spacial occasions (will always remain around my neck as reminders), a sharks tooth and hat from a lost love (will come with me as a constant adventure companion and ode), a box with diamonds, a crimson promise of a life now mine and written letters and poems and even tickets to every concert attended (will be left behind in a safe for protection), 2 little books of wonderful words of love which was sadly never really loved up to (shall remain behind in the box of memories), a hand fan gifted to me by my dear grandmother (shall stay behind in her daughter's house), and lastly my most precious of possession: a delicate glass bowl with a cork lid that inside contains a dried rose from every bunch of flowers ever received out of love, this is my greatest prize and most sentimental object - a bowl of love. This object will be locked away in a safe place for the safest of keeping, in it is my heart.

As I see things starting to lessen, objects starting to decrease and become lesser, I am sad - I have cried many tears, but I am happy deep inside. To part with these objects I once thought of as precious and that gave me value, is liberating and frees my mind for true value - self value. God value.

Goodbye to my precious things. Hello to the precious me.

Groet sonder woorde

Laat ons nie praat nie, die tyd is verby, niemand is kwaad nie en albei is vry.

Kom kyk deur die ruite, die nag staan in blom, woorde hoort buite, want hartseer is stom.

Lê jou kop hier teen my skouer laat jou hart sy paaie gaan stilweg word ons wys en ouer eendag sal ons dalk verstaan.

Maar tot die ryp kraak onder skoene wat geen ander haard of tuiskoms ken gun ek my nog visioene van een wat die hele wêreld wen.

Jy hoor my nie meer nie, ek sê maar totsiens

Ek sal jou nie steur nie, ek loop ongesiens, want jy is in oorde waar drome nog blom, ek groet sonder woorde, want hartseer is stom.

En jy is in oorde waar drome nog blom, ek groet sonder woorde, want hartseer is stom

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One of my favourite songs. Fitting for this time in my life.

Ry

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