There is actually a lot to write about these days.
And yet all I wish to do is reflect, and at the same time my head is flowing with ideas that I can't actually write about. All they are doing is percolating around my head since Wednesday night.
And today I sat at home all day, and when I finally switched on the computer to observe how the world is turning, I find the things that would cause emotions to well up inside me, I look at them like a movie I am witnessing.
It was Glastonbury music festival this weekend, and I wasn't even aware. Even though I really do want to go to it. Perhaps in two years time, if 2017 isn't happening.
The entire world has a say about what has happened. Good, bad - something in between? All I am aware of is that the UK has shifted again, and I pray there is good in this. So my Spanish watermelon will cost a lot more, and I didn't agree to Boris Johnson EVER becoming Prime Minister.
Are all of these people the same, different faces and only one interest?
All the things I was running after last week, I've forgotten all of them in a daze.
I begin to ponder, how many times does one awaken from a dream?
How many times does one have another facet of themselves tell them they are asleep, or awake or something in between? That all the people they had sepcificially asked God for help, they all failer her in some manner?
That the impulsive soul causes much financial loss on seeking paradise.
Immy wrote to me in his offensive email to me in February that he too imagines what Heaven looks like. Why is he such a child in his way of seeing things? Is that really who I am still? Perhaps so.
He had come into my life to wake me up properly. I was writing poems as though a dam had burst. I was seeing things, thinking things that were most definitely the start of an awakening and the bursts of a creative soul.
It all died down, and I went back to him and I stuck to his memory for 6 years.
And now, there is nothing. Now, I am back to how I was before I met him.
Not really here, not really embodied, but at least my interest in life and politics is back. My interest in people is back. Lady Gaga gets to meet the Dalai Lama over the weekend, and I kind of feel a bit sad that I didn't go for London Pride Festival, because I was tired and didn't want to be around people.
I will probably need to really become active in the Green Party. The Women's Equality Party isn't run so much by love.
There have been many questions asked to me this week and luckily, this week hasn't been dramatic at all by my standards. It's been a good week, one in which I earned some money and had some mystical, bizarre experiences.
I wonder how it is to be around people who actually are sincere, pure and understand how things are.
One question, "Sukaina what happened? You are free but..." and it collapses me into a heap of tears.
I am free, but I live in a society whereby they are still doing their best to open their hearts and can't seem to do it. Earth Star chakra is all money minded and I can't seem to find my feet here.
I was considering moving to Bath, but in practical terms, I cannot.
One can write Hu on top of a clean, fresh page and write down all the manifesting statements, yet the fact remains that I don't know how and leaving the how to God is good for others, but hasn't worked for me.
All of these concepts, and what really saddens me is how on earth could I, someone with reasonable intelligence and wits and discernment, entirely allow someone take over my life and soul, delaying me in my opening up and onnection to God, and then lying to my face, saying that had I woken up earlier, I would have sent out the "spark of awakening" into the ethers.
That was when I really ought to have taken stock.
People have been waking up since the 60s. What I say or do in some ways has zero impact, because nothing I say or perceive hasn't been said before, and more eloquently.
My aim in life is not to be some saint. I can't do it, even my therapist told me the other day.
I want to be functionally happy, to be able to vote for the right things out of clear awareness and foresight, to be able to dismantle an unjust and nonsensical system for one that CARES about people.
I have been around people who said they wanted too do the same, had no clue at all about how to go about it, and kept changing their minds until I had that peculiar feeling of being a beached whale somewhere and not being able to get back to sea. So my skin is crisping in the sun, and my tongue is parched.
They say I am You and You are everywhere
Perhaps I enjoy being distant from Thee
They do say, not that I have any direct experience, that make up love making is the best kind, full of passion and spark. Maybe that's what m soul desires.
That after being separated from God for so long, in spite of everything bringing me closer, and the entire world falling away multiple times to leave me alone, with my thoughts, my breath, the silence...
The Union would become ever more fantastic.
All I know is that prayers are answered when God will them to be, and then nothing can stop you from being found.
All I was doing was adding professionals to my LinkedIn contacts so that I have contacts, like real world people do, and one of them was my cousin. And then, out of nowhere, a prayer I had asked God a long, long, long time ago, perhaps two years ago, suddenly transpires.
And even now, I saw myself resisting and feeling angry, and the ego kicking up. As I type this, my right hip is giving out sharp inches and pains. That usually means a deep energetic cord is releasing.
I remember how three weeks before my first proper healing course, which happened to be Energetic NLP, I was in complete agony over this same right hip pain. Masculine programming.
There are always things to be grateful for.
Even when you've lost everything and still cannot fathom or manage a balance between the earthly plane and your spiritual growth, there is an assurance that you still are okay as a person.
It just is as it is... the cycles are in seismic shifts and one day is entirely differnet from the next.
Although peace permeates being, and space invades my head, there is still a stress in the bak of my mind that niggles and remains.
And, as someone would advise, just acknowledge that you don't know how to move beyond it, and give it to God.
The God that is fickle. He is a representation of me, no more and no less.
- Sukaina Juma
27/06/2016
And yet all I wish to do is reflect, and at the same time my head is flowing with ideas that I can't actually write about. All they are doing is percolating around my head since Wednesday night.
And today I sat at home all day, and when I finally switched on the computer to observe how the world is turning, I find the things that would cause emotions to well up inside me, I look at them like a movie I am witnessing.
It was Glastonbury music festival this weekend, and I wasn't even aware. Even though I really do want to go to it. Perhaps in two years time, if 2017 isn't happening.
The entire world has a say about what has happened. Good, bad - something in between? All I am aware of is that the UK has shifted again, and I pray there is good in this. So my Spanish watermelon will cost a lot more, and I didn't agree to Boris Johnson EVER becoming Prime Minister.
Are all of these people the same, different faces and only one interest?
All the things I was running after last week, I've forgotten all of them in a daze.
I begin to ponder, how many times does one awaken from a dream?
How many times does one have another facet of themselves tell them they are asleep, or awake or something in between? That all the people they had sepcificially asked God for help, they all failer her in some manner?
That the impulsive soul causes much financial loss on seeking paradise.
Immy wrote to me in his offensive email to me in February that he too imagines what Heaven looks like. Why is he such a child in his way of seeing things? Is that really who I am still? Perhaps so.
He had come into my life to wake me up properly. I was writing poems as though a dam had burst. I was seeing things, thinking things that were most definitely the start of an awakening and the bursts of a creative soul.
It all died down, and I went back to him and I stuck to his memory for 6 years.
And now, there is nothing. Now, I am back to how I was before I met him.
Not really here, not really embodied, but at least my interest in life and politics is back. My interest in people is back. Lady Gaga gets to meet the Dalai Lama over the weekend, and I kind of feel a bit sad that I didn't go for London Pride Festival, because I was tired and didn't want to be around people.
I will probably need to really become active in the Green Party. The Women's Equality Party isn't run so much by love.
There have been many questions asked to me this week and luckily, this week hasn't been dramatic at all by my standards. It's been a good week, one in which I earned some money and had some mystical, bizarre experiences.
I wonder how it is to be around people who actually are sincere, pure and understand how things are.
One question, "Sukaina what happened? You are free but..." and it collapses me into a heap of tears.
I am free, but I live in a society whereby they are still doing their best to open their hearts and can't seem to do it. Earth Star chakra is all money minded and I can't seem to find my feet here.
I was considering moving to Bath, but in practical terms, I cannot.
One can write Hu on top of a clean, fresh page and write down all the manifesting statements, yet the fact remains that I don't know how and leaving the how to God is good for others, but hasn't worked for me.
All of these concepts, and what really saddens me is how on earth could I, someone with reasonable intelligence and wits and discernment, entirely allow someone take over my life and soul, delaying me in my opening up and onnection to God, and then lying to my face, saying that had I woken up earlier, I would have sent out the "spark of awakening" into the ethers.
That was when I really ought to have taken stock.
People have been waking up since the 60s. What I say or do in some ways has zero impact, because nothing I say or perceive hasn't been said before, and more eloquently.
My aim in life is not to be some saint. I can't do it, even my therapist told me the other day.
I want to be functionally happy, to be able to vote for the right things out of clear awareness and foresight, to be able to dismantle an unjust and nonsensical system for one that CARES about people.
I have been around people who said they wanted too do the same, had no clue at all about how to go about it, and kept changing their minds until I had that peculiar feeling of being a beached whale somewhere and not being able to get back to sea. So my skin is crisping in the sun, and my tongue is parched.
They say I am You and You are everywhere
Perhaps I enjoy being distant from Thee
They do say, not that I have any direct experience, that make up love making is the best kind, full of passion and spark. Maybe that's what m soul desires.
That after being separated from God for so long, in spite of everything bringing me closer, and the entire world falling away multiple times to leave me alone, with my thoughts, my breath, the silence...
The Union would become ever more fantastic.
All I know is that prayers are answered when God will them to be, and then nothing can stop you from being found.
All I was doing was adding professionals to my LinkedIn contacts so that I have contacts, like real world people do, and one of them was my cousin. And then, out of nowhere, a prayer I had asked God a long, long, long time ago, perhaps two years ago, suddenly transpires.
And even now, I saw myself resisting and feeling angry, and the ego kicking up. As I type this, my right hip is giving out sharp inches and pains. That usually means a deep energetic cord is releasing.
I remember how three weeks before my first proper healing course, which happened to be Energetic NLP, I was in complete agony over this same right hip pain. Masculine programming.
There are always things to be grateful for.
Even when you've lost everything and still cannot fathom or manage a balance between the earthly plane and your spiritual growth, there is an assurance that you still are okay as a person.
It just is as it is... the cycles are in seismic shifts and one day is entirely differnet from the next.
Although peace permeates being, and space invades my head, there is still a stress in the bak of my mind that niggles and remains.
And, as someone would advise, just acknowledge that you don't know how to move beyond it, and give it to God.
The God that is fickle. He is a representation of me, no more and no less.
- Sukaina Juma
27/06/2016