The pain of your death is as real as the vision of your creation. Fire beneath your feet, flames great and absorbing yet of embrace... Your creation I saw Your creation I was with.... A God Yet I already was. The curse of the Piscean moon, always knowing, always been there.... Never believed. The observant of creation itself, a witness of the divine, yet always judged and feared. For being the witness. For being on "scene" before you. It is ... a divine culmination. Culmina

Groundedness - A way of life... When we turn being grounded into an integrated part of our personality, behavioral patterns, emotional...