Isle of Skye

Copied from my O Healer, Heal Thyself blog. I don't even know how to begin this... or what title to put to this. Let's start with what made me post here. Les enfants. Apparently, my choice to not procreate is causing a block to my finding the right person to marry. Fascinating how the aunts and the single men of my community can casually box you straight away the moment you mention this. Fascinating  how you have to use Energetic NLP magnets and vacuum cleaners on the  inside of your brain to continually remove all the thought forms, limiting  beliefs and programmes people carelessly send your way. And to release  all the blocks and all the hooks that allow them to even vibrate at your  frequency or to trigger you in the first place. FASCINATING! Fascinating  how, the more energies you feel you release, the more wired and alien  you feel when you unwittingly go to places where you just absorb so much  energy... and feel like you are...

I just think it's the final shedding of the old skin and the old life that used to be mine... So bear with me for a little while longer... I can't paste these to my Facebook profile just at the moment, I've already been flooding it with The Corrs music videos for Saint Paddy's Day... I'm painting my life by music these days. Anyway, I end up deleting everything afterwards :p I'm not feeling the depth of remorse and longing that these songs imply... not any more. But I also never really realised that they would now be so apt for me, especially Where You Want To Be. Although, having said that, I would laugh hysterically at myself for even thinking of sending this to the object of my so-called desire. I just don't feel it anymore. Distance and time... blows it all away... Phew... Actually... after having JUST SAID THAT , now I don't really know. This stupid heart keeps blowing hot and cold. Grabbing on to the image of what I could have h...