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About Me
- Holly Stephenson Ceragioli
- Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Permission
Permission in life to proceed? Realizing that most of my life, I did not have "permission" to proceed. So why did I? It was that "inner voice". The voice which tells me, "do this, do that". What is that voice? What is that voice which lives inside of me putting all of humanity aside? To me, it is the voice of "life". The voice of what is real. Not knowing what is real except that "little voice" which whispers to me, "hey Holly, it is ok to be yourself". "You are only who you are". Respecting tryingly, except, knowing there is a "higher being". What exactly is that "higher being"? It is the movement inside oneself. It is the energy which seperates you from others yet respects others. So how did I differentiate? How could I take control and say, "hey, this is my higher self speaking, to say something which I believe needs to be said?" It doesn't exist. I can only be me. Hoping I am on the right path. Follow your instincts. Being the instinct of part horse/part human, according to my horoscope, which vaguely means me, I just do. Yet, knowing me, a being full of love, I just do, hoping it turns out right. Harm no one. It is not "within me" to harm. So, hopefully, and what is hope? "How can you hope for something which one already knows"? So, again, what is hope? It exists within oneself. Hopefully, one full of love, one full of magic, one full of love.
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