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Date: 12-07-2012
My Birthday today, the last ''Earth-day'' celebration, before ascension day in the final year of 3 Dimensional torture - the big year , the graduation... - December 21st - 2012
Yes folks , since my awakening the year of 2003 , everything has been shaking, crumbling, breaking... in order for an awareness of the true reality, a new reality to me at the time...to open up... Allowing for me to experience - LOVE , the power of Love, the vibration of , Love ; the essence of - Love *
I now realize, I am not the mind, the body or the emotions . I am so much MORE than that. I am real, I am eternal, I am MAGNIFICENT and I am forever more powerful .
All ideas, beliefs, illusions, delusions, plans, aspirations for my future, hopes, dreams, visions, were all swept up from right under me along with any theories I had about what reality was. My reality was shattered into pieces, and it took a while to recover, but now... I am beginning to enjoy and embrace more fully...the fact that, by that happening... I was introduced to what Life REALLY is.
I now know, what LOVE really is, because I had people who showed me from the very beginning what Love ISN'T , I now can recognise what Love really IS.
Now that I've felt, experienced and embraced, in the physical human form & body, what Love and Light truely are in existence, I can say, I feel truely exhilarated, FREE, empowered and refreshed...
And now... I am ready to serve the Universe, as while I'm in service of the Universe, the Universe serves me . (:
# Yes, I'm one of the coo-coo ones :) ...Join the hippie train or...
Read this poem, it explains me... from the inside...so real -
''Please Hear What I'm Not Saying.
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
but don't be fooled,
for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well
as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command
and that I need no one,
but don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to, I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me,
that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.
So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.
I don't like hiding.
I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings--
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator--
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.
Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me
the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.
Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet. ''
Charles C. Finn
September 1966
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
www.facebook.com/Spiritualarts
LEAVE ME TAGS & PHOTO COMMENTS !!! :)
MY MUSIC:
www.youtube.com/G0LDENL0VEMUSIC
www.facebook.com/GoldenLoveMusic - Let's make the page hit 4000 likes? ;P
I work as a ;
- Model
- Actress
- Singer
- Dancer
- Rapper
- Make up Artist
- Wardrobe Stylist
- BODYPAINTER
If I had a camera, I would work as a photographer too.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I have styled myself & done my own Make up in most of my work!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm taking Paid work & creative work. No TF's unless for creative purposes with very eccentric ideas, as that reflects me :) , out of the box AND out of this WORLD!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I Love that I've met so many cool people on here, from around the states especially, whom have invited me to stay with them whilst working on projects/for visits. I also love that I've met so many cool people from the UK who are open to fun & creative projects as well as commercial work at any time & that we can all collab together . I also appreciate that so many of you are so honest with me about my work & my personality relatively, I've learnt from you guys & I hope I've shared a little piece of myself that you've benefited from through our interactions too!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Anything else, Ask away!
*
Enjoy your days until we speak / meet !
My Birthday today, the last ''Earth-day'' celebration, before ascension day in the final year of 3 Dimensional torture - the big year , the graduation... - December 21st - 2012
Yes folks , since my awakening the year of 2003 , everything has been shaking, crumbling, breaking... in order for an awareness of the true reality, a new reality to me at the time...to open up... Allowing for me to experience - LOVE , the power of Love, the vibration of , Love ; the essence of - Love *
I now realize, I am not the mind, the body or the emotions . I am so much MORE than that. I am real, I am eternal, I am MAGNIFICENT and I am forever more powerful .
All ideas, beliefs, illusions, delusions, plans, aspirations for my future, hopes, dreams, visions, were all swept up from right under me along with any theories I had about what reality was. My reality was shattered into pieces, and it took a while to recover, but now... I am beginning to enjoy and embrace more fully...the fact that, by that happening... I was introduced to what Life REALLY is.
I now know, what LOVE really is, because I had people who showed me from the very beginning what Love ISN'T , I now can recognise what Love really IS.
Now that I've felt, experienced and embraced, in the physical human form & body, what Love and Light truely are in existence, I can say, I feel truely exhilarated, FREE, empowered and refreshed...
And now... I am ready to serve the Universe, as while I'm in service of the Universe, the Universe serves me . (:
# Yes, I'm one of the coo-coo ones :) ...Join the hippie train or...
Read this poem, it explains me... from the inside...so real -
''Please Hear What I'm Not Saying.
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
but don't be fooled,
for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well
as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command
and that I need no one,
but don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to, I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me,
that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.
So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.
I don't like hiding.
I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings--
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator--
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.
Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me
the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.
Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet. ''
Charles C. Finn
September 1966
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
www.facebook.com/Spiritualarts
LEAVE ME TAGS & PHOTO COMMENTS !!! :)
MY MUSIC:
www.youtube.com/G0LDENL0VEMUSIC
www.facebook.com/GoldenLoveMusic - Let's make the page hit 4000 likes? ;P
I work as a ;
- Model
- Actress
- Singer
- Dancer
- Rapper
- Make up Artist
- Wardrobe Stylist
- BODYPAINTER
If I had a camera, I would work as a photographer too.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I have styled myself & done my own Make up in most of my work!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm taking Paid work & creative work. No TF's unless for creative purposes with very eccentric ideas, as that reflects me :) , out of the box AND out of this WORLD!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I Love that I've met so many cool people on here, from around the states especially, whom have invited me to stay with them whilst working on projects/for visits. I also love that I've met so many cool people from the UK who are open to fun & creative projects as well as commercial work at any time & that we can all collab together . I also appreciate that so many of you are so honest with me about my work & my personality relatively, I've learnt from you guys & I hope I've shared a little piece of myself that you've benefited from through our interactions too!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Anything else, Ask away!
*
Enjoy your days until we speak / meet !
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