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  • Who Am I?

    I want to try this again
    The more I learn about who I am becoming
    Making this a part of my routine
    As I continue going day by day
    To figure out the best version of myself
    So let’s begin
    Who am I?
    I carry a big heart
    One that can often be misused from those that surround me.
    I do not put that shield on it.
    I trust with the plan God already has made for me—
    I am just living that piece of it.
    I have goals
    Ambitions
    Dreams
    All which one day I will succeed.
    I am still so young
    There’s a whole life ahead.
    Yes I will get things wrong
    It may not look like I know what I am doing
    That is okay though
    It is just going to build me.
    I trust myself
    I see my beauty within
    Even if it’s not on a day to day.
    I know who I can and want to be
    So for right now I am just loving me.
    I am grateful for the life that I carry
    And who I am becoming.
    Each day this is making me who I am
    And I cannot be more proud of that.

    Lexi Mae

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  • They say I’m “hurting”

    I keep being told that I’m too hurt right now;
    However, I was for a long time.
    In my time with you I lost myself—
    to the point where I did not know who I was looking into a mirror.
    I started to notice those signs while we were collided.
    The fighting—over stuff that should not have been a thing—
    All because I’m an “over-thinker” but I think you made me that way.
    I could recite a conversation with us from the back of my head—
    That’s because we were predictable—
    Or what we would do when with one another— all points too—predictable.
    I took a step back in our time together to see if it was me losing my mind or if it was caused by you.
    I’ll be honest—I was hurt for 6 to 7 months before I called it over.
    You had no idea though for parts—even though you should’ve because I was repeating myself time and time again.
    Now that I’m free I live for me—
    I’m happier now—
    I work out—
    I write—
    I don’t plan shit out—
    I don’t have a dress code—even though you said I could always wear whatever I wanted to but that was not the case.
    I moved on while being in our shit show.
    You were too blind to notice—
    The pain I was enduring—
    Too busy playing video games—
    Leaving me in the shadows during our time.
    You taught me some valuable life lessons—
    ones that I will take with me.
    Thank you for showing what I want in life—
    Maybe one day our paths will collide but I’m stating that time from forever is done.
    Thank you for the memories and the many things you have taught me throughout my high-school life—then allowing me in college to learn what I could not learn before we broke apart.
    I’m appreciative of everything you have taught me throughout our time together—
    You will be someone my future children hear about due to the amount of experiences we share.
    But overall thank you for showing me what I need to look for in life.
    You are no longer the thought that races the back of my head— I am free from you and all the pain you put me through.
    I am not hurting—she was a while back—now I am living the life I deserve—I would not do anything to change that.

    Lexi Mae

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  • “i have to explore because i don’t understand”

    2922 days, 417 weeks, 96 months,
    the 8 long years it’s taken for me to know you,
    was this born of hate?
    is that why i find myself as resentful as i am?
    i could never be numb to you,
    i could never be apathetic to you,
    i could never feel nothing for you,

    hate or love,
    hate or love,
    hate or love,
    and i can’t understand what’s in between,

    there’s a house stoic hill,
    woodland lonesome edelweiss,
    just as you’d like
    to which i arise,
    to which you descend,
    i dream about when i’m in the snow,

    the house lives and breathes when i could feel the grass on my feet,
    i heard you sing through a window ajar,
    songs of seraphina,
    you are the indescribable view of beauty,

    as i open the front door to let myself in i kick the glue from my boots that keep me in place,
    i step into rot and decay.
    i feel the candles extinguish as i walk past,
    i hear the weeping angles,
    i smell the cankerous taxidermy,
    my hands freeze from the arctic bite of the door handle as i let myself open to discover the indescribable,
    asphyxiating from my ring you wear on your neck,
    bleeding from my bite on your shoulder,
    pale deficient from the dying sun,
    the discord that drips from the welt of monstrosity,
    why won’t god keep it out my head?
    vomit inducing horror i would sooner be blind than see
    disgusting shape of unknowable inhumanity,
    emotion formed action,
    building mountains on your skin,
    you moan in pain from knowledge of thyself
    but was it me who clipped your wings?

    otherlover

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  • Gang stalking and smear campaigning

    Hi readers my name is c o r t n e y v a l l e. I’m 33 years old I was born and raised in the country in the state of Michigan. No I don’t remember most of my childhood when I got older I was always a problem child to my family everybody else love me but my family couldn’t stand me. When I hit the stage of being able to date and go out with people I always ended up with the wrong ones. Then I found out as I got older that my family was paying for me to be with these wrong people and to get into these situations so that I would never succeed so that I wouldn’t see my riches that I was entitled to that they robbed me from. My second marriage that I had just failed and there was a lot going on behind the scenes and I realized that they paid the man to marry me he was supposed to kill me and then he fell in love with me. He was a warlock and he was also the head of a Freemasonry group in Michigan.on top of that he had four relationships going on that I did not know what the time when I married him he was already with a woman that had kids in Chicago and then he had a man behind the scenes and another man and so basically my whole marriage was just a lie but my parents paid for that to happen so that I could feel worthless but it didn’t work. I was also supposed to be dead because they filed a false life insurance policy on me and my family was involved with him and that as well. There’s also a fox car insurance policy that was involved and there’s also money taken from somebody else that was in hundreds of thousands of dollars that I had nothing to do with but they signed my name on it and so that it’s being investigated as we speak. What I wanted to share was what people could be aware of when this happens you’re not crazy if your life’s going in a cycle and you can’t figure out why you’ve been married like three or four times you don’t need mental health medication chances are that you’ve been being watched and stocked for a long period of time.when you keep seeing the same cars drive by you over and over again it’s not just a coincidence it’s people that are watching you. When you’re on social media and you get all these fake accounts like hey you know I want to give you a free reading or hey you know I would like to date you and it’s these fancy people they’re not real they’re false accounts trying to set you up for failure. I made the mistake of feeling bad for a guy that needed money for his kids online and come to find out it ended up being my mom and my mom was involved with that and then that’s what she used to take my kids away saying that I was making unhealthy choices so she knew what she was doing the whole time. Be very careful with the people that are closest to you and be very careful with how much information you give them because they like to ruin relationships when you finally do get that bus relationship they want to know what you’re doing when you’re doing who’s doing what because they want Total control they’re narcissist personalities and they’re very toxic.I haven’t figured it out yet but I do think that my mom might about my childhood as well who my parents were or something happened to death or something and they tried to cover it up by making me do meditation and shoving pills in my throat. No going from gamestop to the smear campaigns basically I would try to get it job and it didn’t matter if the job was at McDonald’s or at the hospital or where it was I would only last one or two months and then I would be fired and then I will feel horrible about myself but come to find out looking at what I looked at then now she smear campaign this whole town and talked horrible about me and said horrible things to people so that I could not obtain a job because she didn’t want me to succeed because she didn’t want me to have what was entitled to me success and wealth. So like I said I had a hard time finding jobs when I did find jobs didn’t work and I ran my own business and for the first three years it was fine and I couldn’t figure out why but now that I think about it it was about 8 years ago she had something to do with that too she probably is me or campaign the people that I was cleaning for said something bad about the business somebody’s actually done something bad on my business name and I don’t know who don’t care God’s going to deal with that but yeah I was notified that somebody had tried to use my cleaning company and just use it to rip other people off online with PayPal or something. She has a demon and energy in her that I cannot handle that it makes it very hard for me to stay here which is why I’m getting my own place tomorrow but I wanted to be with my kids everyday and so I was thankful for that but at the same time they just talk down on you they talk horrible about you and I don’t say anything cuz I learned that when you’re in this situations sometimes silence is golden.so after I couldn’t obtain a job and all the smear campaigns happened and all this happened and then the online person that she knew was doing what he did and took the money was set up then she took my kids away and I haven’t been able to obtain custody of my children since there was no reason for the judge to take them other than the fact that she said CPS said that there was no reason for them to take them but yet here she is with the kids. And she says things and does things around my kids for them to hate me and yes I did leave for 2 years but I left because of the toxicity my children will understand that but she had no business doing what she did nor did Hillsdale county courthouse and the attorneys and also the people that filed the false documents on the house and the property and everything else that they’ve done to me over the years.so basically ever since 4 years ago when she took the house and then took the money and took the kids and all that happened I haven’t been able to obtain housing because it was during covid and housing was really scarce now apartments are opening up but I really want a house and I know God’s going to provide for me but this is a struggle that I’ve been going through you’re not alone it’s called gang stalking and smear campaign so most of the time if you’re not using drugs and alcohol and you’re trying to obtain a job and you just can’t so you’re not alone if you’ve been trying to obtain a job and you just can’t keep the job or and you’re not using drugs and alcohol or if things are happening that shouldn’t be happening it’s because you somebody has been gang stalking and smear campaigning you since you’ve been born. And I’m kind of pissed because today she said at the bank that her husband needs a new truck and everything and I know exactly where that money came from it was stolen money that was never there and hit part of their inheritance but it makes me mad because she’s got all this stuff and then she wants to talk crap about me knowing we’ll what she did. So so here I am about to get an apartment that she found that again it was picked out and it’s orchestrated so everybody knows where it’s going to be now because she has a lot of f****** mouth and doesn’t shut up because that’s what she does and I’m sure that the job that I get if I get the job that I want it won’t be very long because it’ll be ruined too but you know here’s the thing God said that he’s tired of this now that I know what’s happening and I see what’s happening I’ve taken authority over that and I’m not giving her my energy anymore. She literally left me for Dead and that’s sad that I’m mother whatever do that and then nobody thought that I would ever catch on to this American pain and they just thought that I would give up and then I wouldn’t be dead and or I would be this homeless worthless person and they could just keep running all over me and taking advantage of me no I’m sorry money is the root of all evil and you all are going to pay for every single thing that you’ve taken from me whether it’s been little or big I don’t care I am entitled to certain things and so that’s why I’m at life right now I’m taking back what was mine and should have not been taken. So keep following me on here cuz I’m going to keep updating you guys on what happens in my life and what God’s doing for me. Thank you for listening love you all.

    C valle earth angel

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  • I believe in you

    To the Beauties reading this note,

    Following your dreams… Now this was always some quite the controversy in my house growing up. One parent stating you need to dream big the world is your oyster–the other saying you do not want to dream too big otherwise you will get left behind. Now I am writing to you all to say live for you. That’s what I am in the midst of doing. I started with the bare thinking I could not do much more than being a student and going to school; however, in my time away I learned I should have always listened to what the first parent told me. Keeping my identity low as I do not want to cause any fusses in the midst of the beginning: I have so many dreams that I can not wait for all of them to see.
    Do not be afraid to express who you are!
    Sometimes it takes going away to see the light at the end of it all.
    If you feel afraid: know I am in your corner.
    I love each and everyone of you.
    May you all walk through this world with the blessings you each deserve.

    Lexi Mae

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  • Sexual assault

    The Summer of 2021 was the start of my life turning upside down because of what you did. At least what I think you did. I have no memory of what happened other than that night I woke up feeling sick to my stomach, in pain everywhere. My legs, my back, my stomach, and most importantly, my private area was in extreme pain.

    I don’t remember anything, but I know you did something to me. Waking up, not remembering anything, and just knowing something was wrong was enough to send me on a whirlwind. My wrists were red I was in pain, my nose piercing was gone, my pants were half down and wet with an unknown substance, I had bruises on my arms like someone forced themselves on me and held me down so I wouldn’t get up. I was scared, shocked, and I didn’t know what to do or think. I looked around in utter dismay, looking at my phone in my pillowcase. I know I wouldn’t have put it there because it’s always right beside me. I didn’t think this would happen to me.

    After getting my thoughts together and trying to remember what happened, I looked at my phone, and saw a photo of me sleeping, as I thought maybe I could have taken the photo myself like a selfie but I couldn’t have taken it because it was shot from a different angle whereas someone else could have taken and left it on my phone. I remember that morning I asked you about the photo and you completely had a changed face, a face of guilt, you yelled at me telling me I’m crazy to be so accusatory, but in reality, I only asked a question. You shunned me the whole day acting like I didn’t exist, that the situation was nothing, it didn’t matter to you that you took something innocent out of me and scarred me. You did something horrible to me you know that. But you never took responsibility for it. I still remember your reaction, I still feel the bruises and the pain you caused. I even tear up sometimes just thinking about it. I may not remember what happened exactly to me that night but I do know what happened to me wasn’t my fault and I didn’t deserve it.

    Jacqueline Sonia

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    • I am so sorry you went through this. I am not sure if you saw but I started The Unsealed after sharing a somewhat similar story. You are so right you didn’t deserve what happened to you and it’s not your fault. Sending you the biggest hug and some healing vibes. <3 Lauren

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  • Kevin Lowe shared a letter in the Group logo of Chasing Your DreamsChasing Your Dreams group 3 weeks, 6 days ago

    Entrepreneurship: It's like Surfing!

    Have you ever tried surfing before? Or let’s just be honest, attempted to surf before?

    Whether or not you’ve actually squeezed into a skin-tight wetsuit and waxed up your surfboard, if you’re an entrepreneur, then you’re surfing every day!

    The dream of catching that perfect wave is what drives us to do better, work harder, and get up earlier. We’d rather fight for every inch than be given a mile.

    I embarked on the journey of entrepreneurship 10 years after becoming completely blind. At 17 years old, I unexpectedly lost my eyesight. By 27, I didn’t feel much like being put in a mold of what a “blind person” should do. No, I said screw that… I’m launching my very own travel agency!

    Better Days Travel was my pride and joy, my perfect wave for 7 years! Now, that perfect wave took work, a ridiculous amount of work indeed, but I loved every minute of it! Well, sort of.

    Like a surfer just beginning to paddle out into the waves, my journey as a travel agent was one wave after another, constantly crashing, pushing me back towards shore. Just as soon as I’d come up for air out of the thick whitewater caused by the crashing wave, another one would hit.

    Yeah, eventually I’d make it out to the break, catch a sweet wave, but soon that wave would crash, and I’d be right back fighting to catch another.

    But I realized something vitally important about choosing to be an entrepreneur…

    You don’t choose this path because you’re looking for a shortcut. You didn’t choose this path because you had no other option. Hell no! You chose this because this is part of living! It’s not about a paycheck on Friday; it’s about a company built, a brand established, a customer made happy, and the satisfaction at the end of the day that you get to wake up and do it all over again tomorrow!

    I may no longer be a travel agent, but I sure still am an entrepreneur, surfing every single day!

    Kevin

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  • Rebecca Engle shared a letter in the Group logo of Chasing Your DreamsChasing Your Dreams group 4 weeks ago

    Handouts

    In a town where promises are plenty and the government hands out aid,
    A question echoes softly, under the shade.
    “Why try hard, why aim high, when help is just a call away?
    Why bother with the struggle, if you’re okay day by day?”

    The government says, “We’ll help you, keep you safe and fed,
    You won’t need to worry, we’ve got your back,” they said.
    But this kindness has a shadow, a kind of hidden chain,
    It keeps you in your place, with not much to gain.

    “Why go for the mountain,” some wonder, “when the valley’s just fine?
    Why face the storm, when you can just recline?”
    Because in that easy comfort, there’s a trap so sly,
    It tells you, “Don’t bother,” and time just passes by.

    But some folks aren’t buying, they want to chase their own dream,
    Not just live on handouts, or so it would seem.
    They talk about doing things, making their own way,
    Not just taking what’s given, but having their say.

    They gather in the streets, their voices loud and brave,
    “We want to earn our keep, not just quietly behave.”
    For freedom and the chance to chase what they deem sweet,
    To work hard for their wins, and not just take a seat.

    So why aim for something bigger, why try to break free?
    It’s about making your own path, as far as I can see.
    Not just going with the flow, but steering your own boat,
    And in that hard-earned journey, you’ll have your own note.

    So let’s not be fooled by an easy ride, bought and sold,
    But aim for the horizon, with courage bold.
    The road might be rougher, and the climb can be steep,
    But in that effort, you’ll find a joy so deep.

    Rebecca Engle

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  • You’re Inviiited!!

    The devil showed up today.
    Begging for me to slip.
    Begging for an invite to myyy show.
    Then I thought well shiit
    Maybe we should make friends with not only him but our skeletons as well!
    You know….the ones inside our closet
    We could dance with them, learn their names, perhaps become friends!?
    Then we might build the courage
    to ask them to leave But at that point
    We can’t ignore the demons.
    Yea the ones deep inside.
    In Matter of fact
    Let’s invite them to coffee or even cocktails. We can discuss hard questions
    liike what keeps them here!?
    In the mean time we can play hide n seek with the ghosts or jahooties that like to play supernatural jokes on us!?
    We can’t let them miss out on the fun
    Let’s not forget the boogie man cuz you know he’s probably the most well known
    and he might be the one
    to call out everyone’s insecurities
    Fk it we gotta call up the monsters
    whether they’re hiding under our bed
    or in the depths of the shadows around you.
    We can maybe admit our fears or possibly conquer them by convincing ourselves we aren’t even scared in the first place.
    What does a monster look like to you ?!
    Is it a thing or an illusion is it human form
    or animal like or maybe it’s just a concept
    or a feeling?
    Sounds like We gonna have a whole damn party after all these invites.
    The devil himself, the skeletons, the demons, the ghosts n jahooties and the boogie man pluuuus the monsters.
    Or maybe….
    that’s not even a party worth hosting.
    I heard of a better party
    it’s thrown by joy and happiness
    and their friends cheer and bliss
    I bet that party has better company
    we better be cautious of what invites we send out and choose wisely to what party we gonna show up to and host!!

    Shandi Lynn #SadGirlChronicles

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    • Your fanfiction story is captivating. It’s a reminder to choose our company wisely and strive for joy and happiness. Well done, Shandi! Your creativity shines through. Keep writing and sharing your stories.

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  • Jenn Moore shared a letter in the Group logo of Health, Wellness and Chronic ConditionsHealth, Wellness and Chronic Conditions group 1 month ago

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    To My Sister

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  • Shandi Henley shared a letter in the Group logo of Chasing Your DreamsChasing Your Dreams group 1 month ago

    Left

    I wrote this about my most recent battle of surviving and healing physically/mentally after my car accident. It took me LEFT
    “with nothing” to realize I already have everything I need and I can say I am Thankful my God continues to prove his love for me!!

    Left. Starving.
    Tryin to keep my head up…while being fed up. Hard to stay UP when all you feel is down. Pushed down. All the way down.
    To the Mf ground. Stuck on a marry go round. Left. Spinning. Where we stop nobody knows. Can’t afford to take no more blows. Left.
    Down where the stream flows.
    Saying goodbye to all my belongings.
    Saying goodbye to dreams
    Suddenly
    Saying good riddance to the negativity. Watching my stuff float out of sight.
    Still starving but can’t get fed a bite.
    Left. Freezing cold with no warmth in sight.
    This is where strength kicks in ready to fight. Move how you are forced to move. Wedged. Jammed. Left. Scared. Worried.
    Made to believe you have luck.
    How, when all I feel is stuck.
    Still searching for my belongings
    floating in the muck.
    Maybe I wasn’t looking for my stuff after all wtf… I was left looking for more outta life.
    Left. Just So I can get RIGHT.

    Shandi Lynn #SadGirlChronicles

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    • I am so sorry to hear about the car accident. When your body aches it can be so hard to put a smile on your face. Keep pushing through. This is a heartfelt beautiful piece. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of our Unsealed family. <3 Lauren

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    • Shandi your raw and honest expression of the aftermath of your car accident is incredibly powerful. It speaks of strength, finding strength in hardship, and the realization that true wealth lies within. Thank you for sharing your journey of survival and healing.

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  • THE TERRAIN OF LIFE - A True Friend

    Friends: you know you made a good one when you don’t have to conceal your insecurities with makeup

    If you’re like me maybe you are fortunate enough to ski but not conventionally

    As you sit in a wheelchair you are prepared to take in the the stare of all stare’s

    Stare’s that are even tougher than walking up a hill in a pile of snow

    Friends of yours move to your left and right ends of your body to strangle hold your hands

    The mountain of fear that you might fall ends

    You know that even if you slip on your right or left side the last thing you’ll do is fall

    Their cheetah-like reflexes compensates for my turtle-like reflexes (no offense to the turtle fans and others with slower reaction time)

    The way I ski doesn’t matter to them

    In fact they are fascinated with the technology and my ability to go down the hill

    No matter what your challenge is does not matter even if you are insecure about your cerebral palsy

    All that matters to them is the person they are working with has fun and does not hit their head

    Life is a challenge you don’t know what lies ahead

    But you know you will ALWAYS have that friend that will always support you
    No matter if you are mentally falling or physically falling

    Jake

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      Jake, your words beautifully capture the power of true friendship. Your friend’s determined support and acceptance of who you are, regardless of your challenges, is truly inspiring. They see beyond the physical and embrace the joy and adventure you bring into their lives. Keep cherishing those friendships that lift you up.

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      • Jake replied 4 weeks ago

        @kayjahlorde, “your words beautifully capture the power of true friendship. Your friend’s determined support and acceptance of who you are, regardless of your challenges.” These words very much touch my HEART! Thank YOU for BEING a FRIEND!

        Much love,

        Jake

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  • Stephanie Messecar shared a letter in the Group logo of Chasing Your DreamsChasing Your Dreams group 1 month ago

    "If I Miss a Star then I Grab a handful of Clouds."

    15 and pregnant to a monster all because I was trying to escape the pain of my horrific childhood of emotional, mental, and sexual abuse. I allowed myself to get manipulated and trapped time and time again. Even though I was the last person everyone thought would get pregnant including myself, it happened and everyone told me I was messing up my life but I tell you what. Having my kid was my saving grace and likely changed my path for the better. Yes, I continued to make many terrible and embarrassing mistakes along the way but I would come out strong and rise above all that attempted to pull me down into the trenches. I moved from house to house and tried to date after leaving his biological father to find myself with the wrong types over and over again and creating situations for myself that would only destroy me and my son if I allowed it to. I got accepted to modeling and I couldn’t afford my portfolio. I considered joining the Air Force and couldn’t imagine leaving my son that long for training. I worked dead-end jobs over and over and then I gave up, again. I felt defeated. I started thinking, maybe they were right. I worked in a pizzeria with a pedophile boss who would later make the news. But then finally, I would meet a group of people who would help me see my true and worthy self. They didn’t see me as a person young and dumb but encouraged me to keep going and to fight for my future; our future (with my son). So, I did just that. I no longer entertained the idea of needing a man to make my family complete. Instead, I worked full-time as a bartender, went to college full-time, received public assistance, and was a mom full-time while juggling my personal life. I would meet my husband in college, get pregnant twice, then get married. That’s 3 boys and a husband with a college degree! Now I am an office manager of 13 years, and I own my home. I never thought this would ever be my life. Our oldest (27) is getting married to his high school sweetheart of the 9th grade in August (no kids), our middle son (20) is graduated and figuring out his path in life (no kids) and our baby son (17) is a senior in high school, no kids. My point is, I have had more trauma, pain, and disappointment than anyone should have so young. It started in my mother’s womb and carried on for far too long and then I allowed more along the way until I snapped out of the cycle and said no more. I will not allow this to be my life. I deserve and want better. I had a support system and I had dreams. While some of my dreams didn’t happen ultimately my big dream did. All because I didn’t give up and continued chasing my dreams. Mike Tyson said “I’m a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.” My dream, my ultimate dream; health, family, success, love, support, respect, compassion, and understanding. I may have not been able to grab one star and I know I reached for the handful of clouds but boy I tell ya. I have all the stars in the universe right here with me!

    Stephanie Messecar

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  • I Am Most Like My Dad When….

    I hated my dad’s classes. He would take out his “Black Tapes”, his Black Law books, and his printed-out thick packets of information from whatever minister or professor he liked then and turn on his computer. It was only occasionally, but the topics of our history always left me feeling uneasy. As I’ve grown, I realized it wasn’t his fault the topics were oppressive to deal with, but I am fortunate he tried to prepare me for the outside world I was entering.

    He is good at that.

    I was homeschooled and in one of our many classes, I remember he made my brother and I draw a circle on the page in front of us and write these words.

    “The space inside this circle represents my realm of knowledge. All that I think I know about whatever I think know is depicted right here within this circle! I must keep in mind that there is more to know than what is within the circumference of my awareness.”

    I admired his way of storing and sharing information. His eyes lit up when he had the chance to but other times, he just kept his head in a book or focused on the new installment of monitors on his desk; only to interact again when his friends were around. The people who seemed to matter most.

    What he does to me, I do to him. Even though in the deepest parts of our hearts all we want to do is hug each other. We choose to dance around it. We hurt each other, but we do it with love. I know it makes no sense, yet it’s true. I say nothing to protect us and he tells me nothing to keep my image of him from being damaged forever.

    Everything he taught me I absorbed. I stood on a podium and to 300 people. I told them that quote he told me. I made them make a circle with their hands and recite these words, again.

    “The space inside this circle represents my realm of knowledge. All that I think I know about whatever I think know is depicted right here within this circle! I must keep in mind that there is more to know than what is within the circumference of my awareness.”

    I saw him watch me and I could feel how proud he was without having to look. There are moments when I love him with my whole heart and there are moments when I can’t because it hurts. But I always listen to him, just like I know he listens to me.

    I love you in the way rain always escapes the forecast. It surprises me how much I always forget my umbrella. I love you and it’s hard because it’s hard to love myself sometimes.

    We talk and clash because we both want to be right and since he can’t respond I will part with a piece of his song:

    A baby boy, amazing grace. The 20th of July, a special day. A father’s smile and mother’s tear. Through that special reunion, I appear. So full of life and so many dreams. Raised in the ghetto the eldest of three.

    This sounds like me:

    A baby girl, amazing grace. The 25th of July, a special day. A father’s smile and mother’s tear. Through that special reunion, I appear. So full of life and so many dreams. Raised in the ghetto the youngest of three.

    And this part sounds like us:

    Plans were made to visit Grandma and them. But underneath pops’ wings is where you’ll find me. Right before bed was the best of times. I swear moms can read a book and make it come to life. But maybe life pressure got to Mom and Dad. Made them change directions from the ones they had. Buckets of tears running down my face as I watch in pain my hero’s separating.

    But with me and you, there are no separations.

    Kayla Dior

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    • Thank you Kayla for sharing your heartfelt letter. It’s clear that your relationship with your dad is complex and filled with both love and challenges. Despite the difficulties, it’s clear that there is a deep bond between you two.
      Your dad’s approach to teaching and sharing knowledge is admirable. The circle exercise he had you do, showing the…read more

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      • I appreciate you taking the time to read my work! He is truly someone I admire despite as you put it the difficulties. It’s an exercise I come back to often. I hope to encourage others not to forget there is always more to know than we realize.

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  • Joye Lange shared a letter in the Group logo of Chasing Your DreamsChasing Your Dreams group 2 months ago

    DREAM BIG

    DREAM BIG IS WHAT I SAY
    TO GET ME THROUGH THE DAY
    TRYING NEW THINGS
    NEW EXPERIENCES
    ENJOYING EVERYTHING
    IN MY PATH
    ALONG THE WAY

    DREAM BIG
    FROM THE MINUTE I AWAKE
    THROUGH THE WHOLE DAY
    UNTIL THE TIME I GO TO BED

    VISIONS OF WHAT I WANT
    THEN BRINGING THEM TO LIFE
    ALWAYS LOOKING TO HAVE FUN

    DREAM BIG TODAY
    DREAM BIG TOMORROW
    DREAM BIG ALWAYS

    JOYE C LANGE

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  • "A NOTE FROM LATE GRANDMA SOLETA TO LUJUANA"

    A NOTE FROM GRANDMA SOLETA
    TO LUJUANA MY BEAUTIFUL GRANDDAUGHTER
    This is a fictional story. Any representation of situations or real characters is unintentional. My grandma did visit me after her death. I have spoken with spirits and decided to dedicate this story to all grandmas, moms, and their granddaughters, and women everywhere. We are beautiful. Peace to all. To all my relations.

    Dear Lujuana,
    We are not promised roses without thorns nor rainbows without rainstorms.
    I miss you so much. I am in the light now but was granted temporary leave to write you this letter. You are an incredibly talented and beautiful woman. You lost your creativity for a moment in time, but you will soon receive all the talent and creativity back that a few people who wished you back luck had put a spell on you wishing you homeless, and in dire poverty so they could convince everything and everyone that you are a bad hombre. They lied about you to your friends and acquaintances. The ex-lover wanted to destroy you as a human being out of revenge and hate. In his opinion if you did not want him then you were on drugs and seriously dumb to not have stayed with his lying narcissistic personality. The rejected lover wanted to hurt you and throw you into the dark night of the soul forever, but you, my beautiful granddaughter, did not succumb to their threats of hate and evil intentions to destroy you as a human being. Your ex-lover vowed to destroy you so you would never find love again. He and his cronies laughed at you throwing stones through words and gossip to anyone they encountered to hurt you so deeply hoping you would die or live in darkness, but you, Lujuana, are a child of the Universe. You are surrounded by light and angels.
    However, my sweet Lujuana I was allowed to send you guides to watch over you and protect you from his evil intentions to destroy you as a human being.
    I want to let you know I love you so much. I know you have had too many broken relationships by wrongdoing men. Even though you are old now, age 74, it is not too late to have a special relationship with an artistic, creative man. I know you say it must be a miracle music man to stroke your breasts and kiss your lips. So, my dear Lujuana you will meet your mystery man like a bump in the night.
    I have permission to continue to watch over you by hiring your spirit guides to always be around you to keep you safe.
    I am watching you write, create art, and grow into your peace and light and love position as a human being. There are many stories you can write to help others with your stories of fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and photography. Even your little stick figure drawings and your flower drawings are a part of your many gifts given from the Universe.
    I wanted to stop by to deliver this message of love, peace, and light. I wish we could text each other as you do your friends in 2024. Despite this I will always be by your side to guide you. Your pop says hi and to let you know that no matter how old you get you are still his baby girl. Your mom, my daughter, has gone into the light and moved on as a reincarnated soul to learn lessons. She loved you very much but died young at age 65 and must reincarnate with her soul into another human body.
    I love you my dear Lujuana, and you are protected from all evil intentions of an ex-partner that wished you harm. I know you know that the ex-partner truly kept all your photos to create a dark aura around your life not wanting you to succeed in your career. They no longer have power over your life.
    May God, the Universe guide you to be the strong warrior you are to fight for equality for all, LBGTQ rights, women’s rights, gun control, peace, love, light, and understanding.
    Be thankful, pray, create roses with and without thorns.
    Love,

    Grandma Soleta
    January 30, 2024
    This is a fictional story. Any representation of situations or real characters is unintentional. My grandma did visit me after her death. I have spoken with spirits and decided to dedicate this story to all grandmas and their granddaughters. Peace to all. To all my relations.

    Vicki Lawana Trusselli

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    • Dear Vicki, your letter from Grandma Soleta touched my heart deeply. Despite the challenges you’ve faced, your strength and resilience shine through. You are surrounded by love, light, and the protection of spirit guides. Embrace your creativeness and continue to share your stories with the world. You are a beautiful and talented woman, and it’s…read more

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      • Thank you so very much. My grandma was my rock when I was growing up and ten years from the beyond after she passed up until my 30s.

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  • How AI can help with your Dreams

    A lot of artists are scared Artificial Intelligence will replace them but as an Artist, I have found it to be a useful tool. I’m a writer and when I was younger, I’d draw characters and scenes for my stories to inspire me and help create the plot. Lately I’ve been using AI to draw my characters and sometimes it comes up with wild ideas and I incorporate this in my stories. I invite every artist to not be afraid of A.I., but to see it as partner in helping you become a better artist, I even created an AI instagram model to help promote my company. I’m also a filmmaker and working with AI to create a movie using AI and human actors. We should realize AI is not going anywhere and we can use the potential of it to help chase our dreams and make them become reality, The photo is me and my AI instagram model Jac

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  • Having a lifelong dream

    On various classic episodes of The Simpsons, Homer’s adventure of the week will sometimes become his lifelong dream, only for Marge to tell him that his lifelong dream was something different entirely and say that he’s already done it.

    Example: In Colonel Homer (1992), Homer becomes the manager of a country/western starlet named Lurleen Lumpkin (voiced by guest actor Beverly D’Angelo) and proclaims that it’s been his lifelong dream. Marge’s retort: “Your boyhood dream was to eat the world’s biggest hoagie, and you did it at the county fair last year. Remember?”
    Anyway, I bring this up because yesterday, I had my annual meeting with my home health aid and her supervisor, during which time the topic of lifelong dreams came up. I mentioned that my lifelong dream has been to attend an event at the Rose Bowl Stadium in Pasadena.

    My home health aid wondered if there were any events held at that venue aside from the Rose Bowl Game on New Year’s Day, to which I mentioned that the stadium is also UCLA’s home stadium for football and that they have flea markets in the stadium parking lots every so often (according to Google, the next Rose Bowl Flea Market is scheduled to take place in March.)

    Now, make no mistake: Although I want to attend an event at the Rose Bowl, by no means am I interested in attending a flea market. I want to see a game there. Every time I see a telecast of a sporting event from that stadium, it takes me back to the times I was a bright-eyed little boy watching the Rose Bowl Game on ABC with Keith Jackson on the call.

    It’s my hope that one day, this lifelong dream turns into reality.

    Follow Your Dreams, Drew Zuhosky

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  • PRIMITIVO

    Dear Unsealers,

    I wrote this poem as an homage to our ancestors, when spirituality came before organized religion, when we viewed the world with wonder, and when we longed for understanding of life and death:

    Primitivo

    I worship the Sun

    And his daughter, the Moon

    I pray to the sky; morn, evening, and noon

    The stars I will use as my guide and my light

    To honor my ancestors throughout the night

    And I pray to the gods of the wind and the rain

    For peace and strength and no more of the pain

    For my mother, the Earth, and my father, the Sea

    Gave life and birth for me to be

    The son of comets and shooting stars

    My brothers Venus, Earth, and Mars

    Watch over me as I wake and rest

    And live my life as I do best

    For when my body returns to clay

    The stars will cradle me, and there I’ll stay

    Ricardo Albertorio

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  • A Cosmic Love

    In the cosmic dance of chance and fate,
    A story unfolds, a love so great.
    A Spectrum of colors, a call in the night,
    Where fate intervened, two worlds took flight.

    In the realm of pixels and data streams,
    A Spectrum call center, where reality gleams.
    As a troubleshooter, I entered the scene,
    Little did I know, fate was foreseen.

    In the sunshine state, where palm trees sway,
    Florida’s warmth met Ohio’s gray.
    A sweet voice on my line,
    A connection so divine.

    Fate had more in its grand design.
    Little did I know, she’d soon be mine,
    She insisted on more, a number to exchange,
    Feeding into destiny’s range.

    Two and a half years, our connection grew,
    Before I gave into her irresistible pursuit.
    A realization of self-discovery, coming to light,
    As I embraced the truth of my own unique sight.

    In the closet’s shadow, I found my way,
    Guided by fate’s hand, in the light of day.
    Coming out, my thoughts unfurled,
    She stood by my side, as I reshaped my world.

    Long-distance whispers across state lines,
    A love so deep, like vintage wines.
    Florida to Ohio, miles and miles apart,
    Yet, she captured my soul and entered my heart.

    Through video calls and messages, love took its place,
    A connection so strong, no distance can erase.
    Her laughter echoed through a virtual space,
    Serenading me in a symphony of love and unspoken grace.

    In her, I found a safe harbor, a haven of peace,
    Long-distance love, a sweet release.
    She, a lighthouse, guiding me through,
    In the vast ocean of love, our connection grew.

    Miles may stretch, but love knows no bounds,
    With the help of fate, our story resounds.
    A love that bridges the space and time,
    A testament to fate, beautifully sublime.

    Here’s to the place where it all began,
    Our fate smiled, as it crafted our unique plan.
    In the Spectrum of love, we found our place,
    A love story written by destiny’s grace.

    Abigail J. Stopka

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    • Abigail your poetic words beautifully capture the journey of love and fate that brought you and your partner together. As your connection grew over two and a half years, fate continued to play its part. And through it all, your partner stood by your side, supporting you as you reshaped your world. Despite the miles that stretched between you, love…read more

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    • Abigail! This is so beautiful and sweet and romantic. Also, last lived in Ohio and I know live in Florida! But this is so well written. I am going to highlight this piece in our member spotlight today in our newsletter. <4 Lauren

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