Dream Series: Volume 2

“Are you psychic?”

“No, just highly intuitive. My dreams tell me things, I think. It’s hard to explain.”

“Try. Tell me about your most recent dream.”

“Well, it was gray outside and the sky had an odd blue tint to it. I was standing outside on some random street with my friends standing nearby. It started to rain heavily. When I  looked behind me I saw a massive 100 ft wave, towering over all of us. Scared to death, I ran into the nearest house and shut the door. When I opened the door back up a moment later, the water was up to the top of the house and my friends were stuck in the water, frightened and in a state of shock. It was disturbing to say the least. The next day, I saw the news about the hurricane coming.”

“What does that mean?”

“That we angered her, mother nature. And this is when she gets revenge. I think she was warning me.”



**Warning: The following story is graphic. Viewer Discretion is advised.**

Aries peered through the glass of her window and watched sheets of rain pour steadily from the sky. The wind was so strong that it blew the rain sideways and caused the trees to sway dangerously close to the ground. Hard splatters of rain pelted her window, while lightening strikes flashed repeatedly.  A storm was coming.

She braced herself for the loud crackle of thunder that sounded the sky and snuggled deeper into her seat. It was a cushioned bench built into the window – the perfect place to stretch out, read a book and watch nature. She enjoyed fiction stories the most as she was able to escape reality and become lost in the wildness of the characters’ lives. For a story to truly wet her tastebuds, it had to be haunting, intriguing and lustful. The story she currently read was about a dangerous sex cult – it was freaky and downright evil – and she couldn’t stop herself from being absorbed into the story.

As Aries turned the next page, she found her hand sliding beneath her silk robe to her naked thighs. Her hand moistened with heat as it hovered above the sweet fruit of her folds. She used her other hand to turn the book over and then gently toyed with her nipple, pulling and tugging the pebbled flesh until tears stung her eyes. She bit her bottom lip and began to stroke her bud. Her eyelids slid close and her third eye opened, awakening the strength of the other four senses. The eye swept through her thoughts for haunting memories and landed on a recent rendezvous with the owner of her favorite bookstore.

Suddenly, his phantom hands sprung from her memory and began to rub all over body. As his nails dug into the flesh of her arms, her fingers stroked furiously, causing her bud to harden under the intrusion. Her third eye grew wider, bringing more sensations from her memory to life; she was now in the healthy living section of the bookstore, bent over the love seat, moaning the name of the owner as he growled behind her. She cried out as his phantom hands slid to her root chakra and caressed it in slow agonizing circles.

Her body convulsed and stiffened as pleasure waves rippled from her crown to her toes. Her head lolled to one side and rested against the cool surface of the rain-battered window. She squinted her eyes open, allowing her third eye to close gracefully, and the hands to slither back into her memories. As her teeth released their grip on her bottom lip, her tongue slid across the chafed skin and tasted fresh blood. She took her finger off of her now sensitive bud, swiped her lip and gazed at the dark red blood before popping her finger into her mouth to taste.

“Mmmm…” she moaned. The taste was ripe and tart like a raspberry. She smiled darkly to herself and turned the book back over, picking up where she left off. Stormy days were truly her favorite.

The End. 

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“Tell me about the time before, during the midst of your relationship.”

“He used to get drunk off of me. And high. My scent would actually intoxicate him. It didn’t bother me though. The more he inhaled my womanhood, the more my body responded.

I absorbed the brashness of life with him until it consumed me. Sometimes it was fun and other times it was…frightening. His presence was alluring, but he was troubled, really, very troubled.”

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Stardust sprinkled her forehead

Sugar coated her lips

As it fed her creativity

It was different now

She lived energetically…instinctively

Flowing between the folds of her cosmic structure

Drawing the map with her aura

Exploring without a destination

Trusting in the blindness

Carrying the essence of courage

Screaming into the heavens

Flying. Flying. Flying.

Happy Full Moon.

She watches you

Did you know that?

She watches over all of her creatures at night

That’s why the wolf howls

So that she can hear his song

and illuminate a path in the darkness.

We mustn’t be afraid of her power

But instead inhale the sweet smoke from the burning sage

and absorb the wisdom from her crystals.

She wants us to play with our gifts and let our imagination out to roam

Take my hand and follow me. I’ll take you there.

We’ll go deep into the forest and find the others

While she brightens the shadows and casts a spell

telling us, we are warriors blessed with the blood of our ancestors

We are meant to break bones with our art

and intuitively exist between the planes of Earth.

Be free, internally, she said. And watch the Universe bend to your energy.

I believe her.

Do you?


It appeared as a dark shadow

hovering just about the doorway.

The air smelled of ripe red wine – sickly & sweet

Blood trickled down her bruised knee

landing amongst other droppings on the sheet.

It’s bright red a stark contrast to the bland white

It floated closer, it’s figure appearing blacker than the darkness of her room

Frightened, she dug her nails into the flap of her ripped skin

and picked out a splinter.

She squeezed her knee hard,

and watched the blood stream down her leg into her cupped palm.

She offered her hands to the beast,

who now swayed right in front of her,

and it drank hungrily from her hands.

It’s craving for blood more urgent than the need for human flesh

Finding Your Foundation 

Good afternoon, everyone!

Today’s post is about getting back to your foundation or the roots of your passion(s). It’s sort of along the lines of my minimalism post [Spring Cleaning] in terms of starting off small in order to achieve big goals. I have been doing A LOT of thinking as far as my ideas for entrepreneurship including different ways to make money using my passions. In thinking of all of this, I realized my mind was coming to a stopping point constantly. I was not having a consistent flow of thoughts and everything seemed to be jumbled. It wasn’t causing anything but frustration with my lack of resources.

So, recently I started to “get back to my roots” or find my foundation. I decided to go back to the roots of my passions and keep nurturing them so that my ideas can grow fruitfully. Rather than try and force ideas out of my passions to earn a profit; I want to simply do what I am passionate about without expectations and watch what grows from there! This sounds simple and it’s something we all know but I think we often forget about it when things get too distracting or we feel as if we’re doing something wrong and need to speed up the process. I believe that as long as we are putting energy into what we’re passionate about…we cannot go wrong.

For me, finding my foundation simply means to write. I’ve always loved to write….from writing poetry, short stories, random lists, etc. I genuinely enjoy writing things down and I can do it all day without getting paid for it. That is how I know it is one of my passions or I should say the root from which my passions grow. I decided to go back to my unfinished short stories and finish them for the simple enjoyment of it. I am going to do that and also write in the lovely book my best friend got me called: 642 Things To Write About. It is an amazing hidden gem filled with random topics and prompts that lets your imagination run wild. The perfect cure for writer’s block 😉

I plan to write and nurture this deep-rooted passion of mine…that includes more frequent blog posts so definitely stay tuned! And I hope that anyone reading this can take something small away from it. If you’re constantly thinking of ideas but running into roadblocks at the same time then don’t panic. Simply, take a deep breath and think about why you’re doing this in the first place or where it started from. It’s your passion…it stems from what your heart desires. It stems from what you like to do regardless of what can be made from it. That is where the richness of our creativity lies and I am ready to tap back into it.

I hope you are too 🙂

Namaste, loves.