30 Days of Devotion: Ignorance is Not Bliss

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We only think ignorance is bliss. In reality, it’s just comfort. It’s what we know. It’s what we slink back to after we have our illusions ripped away. We think it’s our friend, but it’s a false friend. Ignorance is not bliss. It is delusion, and in the end, delusions bring only suffering. I can strip those delusions away. I can’t promise you comfort, but it won’t hurt if you stand still and let it happen. And it will happen. It happens to us all.

Call on me. ❤

My Mom Gets It

So I’ve been having a super shitty week. Normally I can bounce back from the kind of things that’ve been happening, but not this time. So I ended up on the phone to my mom, in absolute meltdown mode. After she calms me down, she sighs. “It’s really my fault,” she tells me. “I let your candle go out and didn’t light another one.”

30 Days of Devotion: Wisdom on Love

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This is for everyone who thinks they’re not good enough to be loved by someone wonderful. Let me tell you that you are worthy of every bit of it. Wonderful people don’t love out of pity. Trust them when they say they see something in you. Trust them when they say they’ll help you through the rough spots. Trust them when they trust you.

Trust me. ❤

30 Days of Devotion: Make Your Choice

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There is no such thing as “destiny.” You and I were not “fated” to be together, or anything like that. Yes, there’s karma that drew you to me, just like it did in past lives. But here’s the thing: you made a choice to follow that thread. Our relationship was not just destiny. It was a choice you made. It was a choice we both made.

Why am I having you post this? Well, because I want people to remember that they’re supposed to have choices in life.

You can choose your own adventure. ❤

30 Days of Devotion: Turns of Phrase

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You shall know me in the scent of jasmine and the taste of ginger, in the whisper of the wind and the melodies sung by sweet spring water. Words are my playthings, and the phrases of the wise are the wheels that carry me across the heaven. Come, play with me: ride in my celestial carriage, or better yet, consent to be yoked and turn the wheels yourself.

Call on me. ❤