|Time With Tamika|
Relationships & Life
There is something special to be learned as you grow and accept the life you are meant to live. In so many instances we always have an image of how our lives should be, what we should be doing, and how we will get there. I had to learn early on planning is not always essential to life. It is a great idea to have an inkling of what you would like to pursue, it is even better to act on your inkling, but to have a greater understanding that you alone cannot predict, nor will you be able to create the life of your own dreams.
Never in a million years would I have thought I would be living in Chicago. After moving from state to state, this place, the one spot in the country that may not be perceived to be the best place to live, known for high taxes, violence (Chi-raq) and cold winters, this city felt like home from the moment I stepped off the plane more than 7 years ago for a layover heading to Virginia. Somehow I knew then, I wanted to come back, and the universe allowed me to do so.
Graciously, I know I am in the right place, meeting the right people, and doing exactly what I am meant to do in this very moment. I have an appreciation for this realization. The point to all this...the inspiration I feel being present in this city. My personality belongs here, my passion is perfect for here. I feel it. As I watched the docu-series Chicagoland for the first time weeks ago, I kept talking about it to everyone I spoke to. It ignited a fire in me again. A feeling of being of assistance, encouragement and love for others. This is what Chicago does to me. This is what the series did to me.
I want to work with Ms. Dozier, the Principal at Fenger High School. She is the emotionally connected, and driven woman creating a new reputation for a school easily neglected because of its high violence and low attendance. She is a sensational woman, one that gets it. Somehow I see she knows she is exactly where she needs to be.
I wish everyone could see...
Seeking direction in a civil suit of perilous lies. Toughing it out to be seen as virtuous at the end of it all. Known before, the truth once was, but is has significantly changed to encourage the surging energy of being ONE with ALL that IS.
Following my feelings...the ones that have not failed me thus far.
I have fought it, battled myself, questioned the reasoning only to come to the non circumvented understanding that the streams of energy paralyzing my own ability to censor and care about myself is the exact destiny that is stored beneath the core beliefs of who I am. It cannot be seen, but it is felt and for that my feelings sufficiently steer my being in the direction of purity.
I love. I seek. I understand and I am growing to be the best of the source of who I really am. The highest, the infinite, the specialized version of being...me in this form, on this plane.
No one knows but me. No one can see but she. And she is a representation that strolls through the world with a courageous grace sensing the absorbed creations of what is true. Beneath it all she yearns for the connection, the undeniable, the sensational. The best that is and the heart beating conquering the mind.
Preparation is enduring the journey while the journey acts as a feeling of unsatisfactory resilience. It is a coming. The struggle is abounding. The urge is sustained. The dealings of strife is periled through the earthquake of silence. Of aloneness. But connected oneness. It is present. Presently delivering the needy with answers. Driving the mentally concerned to the depths of corrugated truths. Consequences no longer. White wash walls surrounding. The distance shines through with an incredible socially adept conjuring of imperative care. It is hope. It is joy. It is love. It is the ALL in ONE.
Therapeutic ways to embrace change as it embodies all the roles of the world. Nothing is relevant. No-thing is incredible. No-thing is rarely seen for its illusionary, distraction proving properties. To differentiate the others from the ones...to cater to the needs, to bring them to the direction of what is felt beyond the paining depths of catastrophic measures destroying the no-thing. It is the fight that causes casualties. The ignorance of wanting and not having. The lack of knowing all needed is within reach. Not to grab , but to realize. To encompass the lessons of this is right...here....without my even asking for it. What you seek within your soul, what you act towards is initiated here in the one moment that is life. The automatic conducive results of seeing is worth the wait. No more questions. Just answers. No more confusion. Just great understanding. No more...separation just constant inclusion.
Love is sampling the teachings that are not always simple. It is the path to righteousness to acceptance. No matter what. I knew it. I knew he was I and I am him. We were compatible for that very reason. To never be apart only to be brought back together again. It would change the world. Enhance the truth. Move mountains. Steam through the watered down lakes of devastation.
The source of power to heal. The light bounding energy tussling through the tangled ropes of saturating monetary results.
Beyond the grace of the universe. He saw she. She saw he and the igniting of fiery love flames burst between them. To look away would be blasphemous. The desire. The intensity of transpiring inevitabilities founded the love that was...it would win the war...
Author: Tamika Carlton
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