What is it about Self-Mastery
Well I wrote a lot the past couple of weeks in my favorite place on this continent to go on holiday, the region of the Ardennen in the North Eastern part of France, close to Belgium and Luxemburg. A region that has been tormented by 2 big world wars and many people lost their lives in those hills
And yet every time we take a road trip and trust me we have had many over the past 29 years we are visiting this region, every time we find new ones. Even if we don't want to follow a certain route, we will be guided to take a wrong turn and then touch new area again and the only thing we can do is enjoy it, laugh about it and our silliness to want to have some sort of control on the road ahead.
The Ardennen is an area gifted with lots of forests, hills, lakes and rivers, with glowing hill sides and twists and turns that show you every time a unexpected view, a bit like life can throw curves at you, some great, some less fun, yet always some kind of eagerness to jump into the experience to learn, watch, observe and then go for it wholeheartedly.
There are parts we have been travelling that feels the most enchanting and magical forests as we only know by reading fairytales and magical mystery stories. So here it goes..
Magical, they call me magical by names as in the depth of a Soul the magic is been seen and discovered. Not cloaked any longer, no more hiding, not quite out in the open yet, but for the wise to be found.
When do we call someone or something magical? When we refer to the fairy tales, elves and Mer Fairies of ancient times and tales to tell of long ago and not quite forgotten yet.
For the Myths they hold the pieces of truth although the story telling gave it some twists and turns, the moral of the story was kept intact for many generations to learn from.. about the good and the bad, about wicked and lovely, so the story goes.
From duckling to swan, from mermaids to walking princess, we all have heard the fairy tales as kids growing up.
Continents may have brought different tales, yet the story line was always the same. The good overcame the evil, the truth always prevailed the lies and the righteous ones being suppressed turned out to become the hero in their own story.
Talking about the man in the moon, sprinkling angel dust to protect us in our sleep as well the fairy godmother who could pull a spell on you, blessings and gifts to share for you to use wise fully so abundance would be yours to gain.
I have a story to tell and the pages of my book are not all blank anymore. My story is not ending so I will continue to write my own magical and fairytale stories, if not for you and my grandchildren, it will be for myself, to keep reminding me this is an ongoing story which will proceed unfolding in a future not yet revealed. Yet I know, I am magical, my name is magic for my deepest core is seeded by angel dust.
And so the story goes.
High Self Rhea Dopmeijer (c)
Heartfelt Messages 3-8-2015