I knew that I was drowning so I simply surrendered to the Ocean. With closed eyes and the setting sun above, I no longer fought the waves as I took one last long breath. I had nothing but the kingdom of Heaven on my mind as Christ’s chosen bride. Then a large hand grabbed my right arm, tossing me onto the sandy shore. I knew that I was not alone from that day forward. The Angel of Death 💀decided I had to go back.
I road the waves at lightning speed after that, chasing my dreams and trusting in the plan. Nothing stopped me until I stopped hearing the voice and a silence commenced. The silence is not quiet but full of distortion. The feeling of vertigo is that of drowning and being sucker punched. I’m gasping for air in the humid jungle, surrounded by Amazon brush. The snake sees me as I begin my snake dance . The snake slithers round and round as I reciprocate in tantric stance. Slowly it approaches the temple as I spread open my legs. My hips move side to side. The golden dragon I ride. Tara Mara Mata Lama
