s. b. lacroix
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The truth had long been concealed, Whispered a voice beyond the veil; In a grave manner she revealed, What had caused her heart to fail. She whispered of her sorrow, She’d been forced to confess a lie; Time no longer could she borrow, She had been condemned to die. Barefoot to the gallows she went,
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There are pieces that I have written that seem to write themselves. There are pieces that even several years later, I remember where I was and how I felt when I wrote them. There are pieces that the narration and music for the audio recording hit the emotional mark of the piece perfectly. Endlessness is
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“Where emptiness meets eternity” is a line from my poem The Death of a Heart, from my first book. I don’t know where things I write come from. I am clairaudient and some sort of medium, so I hear (and see) spirits, (which I plan to blog about sometime) so I can’t say if it
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Sometimes trudging through my word doc files is a depressing state. Abandoned stories untold, the character’s corpses cluttering up the hard drive. I have been known to resurrect them, even years later. This usually happens after a visit to their perpetual state of limbo (their file) and I remember why I created them in the
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I’ve been looking through my old word doc files and finding things I wrote, saved, and basically forgot about. The piece below: The Heart Remembers: Love and Past Lives is one from what I am now calling: The Forgotten Files. It was written several years ago. ***~~~*** The Heart Remembers: Love and Past Lives
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“Do you want Mum’s old books?” my father said, his eyebrows raised in question. His gray-blue eyes met mine. “They meant an awful lot to her.” “Sure Dad,” I replied, “I’ll take them.” I knew the books meant a lot to my mother, although, I wasn’t exactly sure why, other than the fact she loved
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Living a magical life is a choice, much like the choice to be happy. Life will not always accommodate that choice as things can and will happen that are not ideal nor desirable, but the choice remains. A magical life is lived with intention and understanding that one creates one’s reality. Creating one’s reality is
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Most who are on a spiritual path are familiar with the term shadow work. It is the act of shining the light of our consciousness on parts of ourself we have rejected and pushed into what is called the shadow. It is referred to as the shadow because it is unconscious; the parts of ourself
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When we awaken, we become aware of our true nature: we are immortal spiritual beings in a human body having an experience in a third dimensional reality. This is why many use the term, spiritual awakening, as it is the awakening to the spiritual nature of one’s being. Another aspect of that nature is: we are all
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Hushing the voices, a dark quill shattered. When I listed my books from last to first and realized their titles formed a complete sentence, I was stunned. It was not something I consciously planned, and yet there it was: a cathartic trio of books wrapped up in a sentence. It seemed more like a message
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Awakening was both liberating and horrifying, in my experience. On my journey, I gathered a lot knowledge and my awareness expanded. Some of what I learned was difficult and left me with unpleasant emotions. Some explained why the world is the way it is. Some was unspeakable and haunted me, and some was so unbelievable,
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I write from my experience and understanding, offering my perspective, as we all have a unique way of seeing things. I encourage the reader to question, seek, and research. You may see things differently. The truth is cloaked in a web of deceit in which those who seek it are often caught. It can send
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