The Dichotomy of embodying your Soul

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.

Culmination with meaning, for a reason, untold, in puzzless, of confusion, in envy, in grey. Flickering grey that emanates light of dust, of shadows, of green of glitering glow that only leads to more confusion, more envy. "I wasn't first". In me you are still first. In me, in the twirling lights there is only a first.

In Puzzles we are . Mixed with thunder and ignorance. I loath you. Ignorant being. I loathe you. As I loathe myself.

A dance... of puzzles. Memories of inclinations... This meaning or perhaps that... Was it rape? Was it love love? A surety of penetration... Puzzles. Scattered. Still dancing.

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Leika... do you remember? Do you remember... Your name is of Soul, your name of the forgotten. Your name of the underdog, the one that doesn't matter. You can bark forever noone listens. In space your are gone. An experiment. Forever barking. Noone listens. You are forgotten. A tail, a story of laugh. "Your name is Leika?" Hahaha...

Yet the bark is in me. I bark. I bark! I BARK!!!! Om Phat om Phat Om Phat Svaha Svaha Svaha while tears of water stream down my fury cheeks. I descent I drop in flames I dance.

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I saw your creation.

Think about that.

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Step back.

I saw your creation.

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A God is created. (From my diary 2020).

You.

You my love.

You are created in gold and light. You are a shimmering condensed light of gold. Gold penestrates your whole being while light makes you shine so bright that it is har to look at you.

Silence.

It is silent.

A roar from behind gathers the entire Universe and in an outburst sends it though your heart, your chest, and lifts you up as a force that connat be recokoned with enters and travels through you.

It is still. You are still.

The universe is still.

No movement.

The stillness is centered around the vast spiral entering your heart chakra from behind. It is like the whole universe is watching. Frozen in observance..

Knowing a God is created.

Fire is beneath your feet. Flames lick your calves. Flames are your foundation. Gold and light your essence. Source your father.

Wisdom is embedded in your every cell and in every particle, that will magneize and manisfests as you, in whatever form, God itself exists.

A spear in your hand. Your target will never be missed. Your chest will never be defated. A focus of clarity is given to you so you may never loose your way no matter the distractions. You are a God but in the forgetfullness of the universes' plan the spear will always lead you back to infinities starting point.

You are the God of Light.

Being raised into the nothingness of darkness I see you shining bright like the Sun itself and with the force of the entire universe going through you in a spiral that spread stars, galaxies, planets and our entire creation. You are the first God. I hear you laugh deep in my core and the rumble shakes my bones and leaves me hot-blushed.

The fire beneath your feet will hold you into creation, forever awake and alert.

Your hair is the same as now, your hair flows down to your lower back, thick, golden waves with a breeze of wind attached, eather and air breeze outwards and gives life. Exhale. My inhale.

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The Flood of Us.

The flood is strong, the current swallows me from beneath. I drown. I let myself slip into underwater current of love and passion. I cannot fight, I will not. I slip in, to drown. I let myself be dissolved into atoms of love. The dance of our love merge us in pleasure and ecstacy, we moan dark and deep as we allow ourselves to be absorbed by our merging Souls of divine Light and Fire. Flames dance, the licking of desire we become. We dance. The boundaries of our individuality evaporates and we only exist as love particles combined, of oneness. We are the dance. I open up my heart chakra and let my vibration penetrate your being. The frequence of my heart, my divine Soul make you gasp and tremble and sends you into orgasmic, heavenly delight. Light, essence and glory are all. I place my hand on your Heart Chakra. And I see you. Your creation is revealed, a shock wave through my hand and my vision is flooded with magnificent, heavenly creation. Flames, Gold, Light, The lightest Light of White, Rivers of Galaxies, Golden Orange and the deepest Red. A God created. A God Divine of Fire and Light.

I gasp. Thunderstruck, eyes open wide. In revence, in fullblown awe I became still.

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My Soul is embodied. The dichotomy real. The contrasts bigger, the opening into Oneness just there, fingertips snap. As Onenness is known the illusion also clear. The stretch of being Human; a cry of pain. The longing of divine Soul merging in my heart and floods my cells. It calls me like a beckoning... Shiva is always there, God is me. Flames lick my feet. Death is a transition. The pain is real as the vision of your creation. All is...

Leika Mark Noppenau

All embodied, all experienced.

Some written in 2020, some written November 2025.