Eleven:Eleven Struck The Beat of Damascus 38 Years Ago

Eleven Eleven

Eleven Struck The Beat of Damascus 38 Years Ago 

I was born when the clock struck 11:11:11,

2020 has doubled the vibration.

Dreams run freely...

There's no lockdown on dreams!


By God, 2020 is the year,

The moon in Gemini turned the petals into real

38 is eleven,

Eleven within 11:11,

Petal within petal,

Bead by bead, 

It's my year!


It felt like a lifetime,

For “it” to reach full circle,

God willing, it’s time!

It’s time to manifest!

It’s time to bloom!


I know I shall forever and always

Return to You,

My dearest -

Damascene Rose! 

Eleven Eleven

God willing, I don’t have it all figured out.

God willing, nothing turned out the way I had expected it. For instance, I am not a mum yet. Will I be? There are a lot of dreams - that's what I call my objectives - I'd love to see coming true. Between us, I have already gotten a tiny glimpse of it.

And I am feeling good. I’m feeling really good in my skin. That's a major achievement, don't you think?

I step freely. Carefree. My personal space is at ease, looking forward to what's the "next now". To the next move of the Divine Breeze, on this beautiful Monday marking the Pentecost when "All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them" (Acts 2:4) Tongues of Miracles... of Kindness... of the Magic of the Holy Breeze. 

I have fought hard for this. To be able to be me - the very right we were born with.

Being involves challenges, at times. Don't you think?

And the “I am” is indulging its cosy space.

And I am wishing you a lovely "I am" space as well.

Stay blessed 🌹

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