Still Waking Up Here

Koyopa Rising

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I’ve been feeling a lot of compassion for myself lately, as I reflect back on this life. From the mountaintop of my fifth decade of existence, I’m well past the fantasies of, “What if my spiritual gifts had actually been seen and encouraged as a child? What might’ve been?” I get it. I frightened people. And if they weren’t frightened, it was probably because they had a comfortable category for me, “She’s such an odd little one, isn’t she?”

I did my best. And even though there appeared to be no mold for me slip into, I’m still waking up here.

This brings me to a similar place of compassion and understanding for others who are different. Seems for one reason or another we didn’t make the cut – Team (conditioned) Human wasn’t for us. So we carved out a life for ourselves… oh hell, who am I kidding? I…

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Author: dreamweaver333

I love to listen to the whispering of spirit.

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