This Intuitive Life: Progeny, Redemption & Rose Petals.

I want to tell you that I dreamnt of a ghost last night. She was lanky, tall and translucent. She represented a whimsical, not yet bogged down part of me.  She walked down the street in her own purposeful glory.

Little covered her physical body. Heart exposed, shoulders back, arms swinging in balance with a divine mixture of languidness and control. She was self-authorized; her own redeemer. And today, so am I.

I've got rose petals in the barrel of my gun. My ghosts are seedlings; my dreams, water-colored with the intelligence of progeny.

How about living a life that is soft to the touch? What about occupying yourself, your body, your guts and your silver-lined rib cage with total conviction.

What about commitment, devotion, the art of worship, deities and surrendering to every bit of who you are, and every piece of who you were made to be.

I am inside myself with no desire to peer out of my mental windows. I want to take a look around inside this inner-space. I breathe along side my own thoughts as if they are completely valid; no outer-science necessary in my here and now.

Knees together, nothing held back, whether on the concrete or in the grass. 

Energizing My Life Right Now...

The Buena Vista Social Club

Indulge! 

<3,

Shebah Saturn

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And Some Ray, Too, Of Course

Yes! 

Sin Bandera - Love Them - Music for Our Work Day...

Peace Bebe-bebes!

Here's a dope album to get you through your work day. 

It's by Sin Bandera ;) 

Enjoy <3,

Shebah Saturn

@shebahsaturn

Sincerity & The Pursuit of Self-Development

I've never felt more alive. I've never felt more sincere. Recently, more than ever, I feel comfortably look-after, cradled in between the hands of destiny's vast mystery. However nebulous, however far-reaching, I am happy to have finally arrived in this place of self-awareness. 

In my mental skies, the moon is always out. She is glowing and majestic, high in the back drop -- ever-full and ever-fertile with magic that is balanced, her roundedness sharpened by the kind of logic that makes life keenly scientific, and  thus, undeniably unlimited. 

I will be culminating my Saturn return soon, and transitioning into a more clarified phase of self-development.

My twenties were rough, yo! I mean, my goodness, the ingredients that made me who I am today were quite pungent to the palate: a bitter-sweet marriage, a budded, and now, at present, a fully bloomed consciousness of my sensuality as it relates to whom I love, a proclamation of my alliance to particular communities, philosophies, and ideas, and then, years later, a renunciation of the labels I'd taken on that once made me feel so very safe. I get it now, truly "from [the] dust we came, and to the dust we return."

The more I grow, the deeper into the formless abyss I go. I suppose this is what The Kybalion means by "The Divine Paradox". The more I sense the truth deep in my body, the further I rise above my human vessel -- and yet, curiously enough, the more I travel into the practice of letting go, the more solidified I become in my needs and desires as a human being. 

Ah, to be in search of truth; to be in wonderment of who we are -- to dare to be real about what it is we find within ourselves, that is the gift and challenge of life in the 4th dimension.

In peace, lovingness, sensuality, intellectuality, [IN JUST BEING] and all that jazz, I leave you with some Ella <3

Shebah Saturn

@shebahsaturn

Michael Brown - Light, Love & Acknowledging Sadness. Art as the Purpose Of Living

Eletricfying Morning To You My Babies!

How was your night?

Mine was emotionally rough. The Michael Brown Case in Ferguson -- the haphazard ways in which we treat each other really hurts me -- it gets right underneath my skin and makes my whole body cringe. 

I cried last night. It was a good kind of cry. The kind of cry that washes away sadness and heals you from the inside.

I wrote a song as a way to release all these potent, bottled up emotions of anger, confusion, sadness and doubtful hope. 

I moved into a place of allowance. I listened to what my body's sadness sounded like.  My voice shifted into a lower octave. Every so often, in between one note and another, small glimmers of human hope could be heard.  And this is when I knew I was okay; that I could be so sensitive and strong at the same damn time.  My shoulders fell down, surrendering to the beauty and the let down of our shared experience. 

We're gritty, us human beings, but art makes life worth living. 

I'd like to share this thought below with you...it's precisely what I have been trying to say for a couple of  weeks now. I spoke to a dear comrade of mine yesterday on our car ride home. We discussed the complex and tender reality of needing to follow what is right for you, irrespective of your cultural/societal context.

If you search within yourself, I am sure you'll know just what I mean.  

Cheers to a life --- truly lived, and truly felt. 

With Love, From Me 'N Billy

Some beauty to get you through your work day.

I know...trust me...

Work is _________________ flat-line for me today...

We're in this togetha,

Shebah Saturn
@shebahsaturn