Not the sacrificial lamb

I was thinking of my tarot reading from before. It’s wrong. I am not the sacrificial lamb. I don’t want to be. I don’t want fame and glory. I don’t want popularity or notariety. I just want to be me. I want to witness the glory of divinity. I want to take part in this great “experience of being”. I want to just live out my life in peace, with freedom and dignity.

I don’t pretend to be some Messiah or deity. I am just making my way through this thing like everyone else. Just trying to pass on what I have learned and see. Trying to pass on what the experiences I’ve had have opened up for me and taught me.

I want to be true to that. True to all that this adventure encompasses. It’s much more than the blather we give credence to. It’s a deeper, meaningful, soulful way of seeing things and being. It’s the way to see the world through the soft blue lenses of compassion. It’s a way to see the world through our hearts.

I am not the sacrificial lamb. I am just a being having an existential collide with matter; just like everyone else. This will one day end. Until then I’m just going to keep trying to be free and me and real. That seems a lofty and worthy enough endeavor for one lifetime.

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew myself...here that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

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