Remembering The Forgotten

When I go back and read some of my old journal entries and poems, it amazes me that my higher self and unconscious was talking to me about my past lives or the Beings that I was encountering were "soul fragments". It is a beautiful memory to remember these things, knowing what I know now. Yes, I was a VERY confused girl when I wrote these because I didn't understand anything that I was feeling or seeing. I am forever grateful that I am, now, finally "remembering" what my soul "forgot" when I was born.

November 11, 1999

“How to end a thought like you?  

There is no end, 

For you are always a thought on my mind.  

You are so intoxicating to consume.  

I can hear nothing but your voice.  

At your sight to the rest of the world I am blind.”

December 21, 1999
“I stare at you because you’re a stranger with a familiar shape.  

Your eyes show flicks from my past with each blink.  

Your breath is a refreshing breeze from my childhood.  

Who are you?”