If I Had A Conversation w/ God, I’d Ask Him To Make…..

I’m paraphrasing and stealing a line from the movie “Singles.” On meeting a wonderful woman, a man says

“If I had a conversation with God, I would ask him to create this woman.”

Obviously he had some across a woman that he had dreamt of all his life whom he didn’t know if she actually existed.

Love at first sight.

What does that mean. I’d guess it’s too intimate to understand because it comes from a place deep down inside you. Yes you can see a handsome man or someone whose energy you feel attracted to. Of course the brain is the biggest sex organ. It would then follow that if you care about intellectual intercourse it would be hard at first sight to really call it love. But if you talked to the man and everything that came out of his mouth made your skin and thoughts get goose bumps.

I’m over 55 so I have enough wisdom to know what I liked in my past relationships or what I diffidently did not want. Even those that weren’t really for me, taught me things about myself. It was love at first sight with my ex husband. For him as well. He looked like Sting. After being married at 26 to a very kind and European man I got use to kind and calmness. A man who made me laugh and whose family were very fun to be around. Sadly, I was not prepared to be married really. I had not gone away to college. My parents were very nervous sending their virgin daughter down to Indiana University in Bloomington. Back then I was not happy about it be at my age, I realize it would have been kinda a party orgies environment and I was not that person.

I was saving myself. I did until I met my future husband. I knew then he was for me. I got sick later and being married to me was hard but in the end I left and thank God for him because he needed someone stable. Not an emotional wreck. I had bad anxiety and control issues in my 20’s. We did have a beautiful son and he found a lovely woman and now we have two grand babies that came from our time together. I sometimes feel I don’t deserve for my dream of love to come true because I hurt him. I don’t believe that anymore but it’s hard when your enlightened to the side of you you’d like to change. That comes with age and experience. Only

My marriage ended for reasons due to illness in my mind. I loved him.

But like being psychic and you don’t know it, maybe even my telepathy with this man I will name, was happening all our lives waiting for the day when one sees the other. Deep down there was kinda like the spirit of the one I was seeking I’d have dreams of loving this man without a face I guess assuming the meaning is that I have not met him yet. There has been this tractor pull towing me from space to this other place. Hard to convey with 011001.

A constant dreaming of someone that I believe now was my destiny. Back then it was more playful. Like if you dream of a musician or actor etc….that’s just a crush on someone you will never met or ever be with. (I found out that actually my fate did take me to the place where I accidentally ran into Eddie Vedder on several occasion. Never speaking. Just being in the room with my hero. Felt like a drug. But I’m going someone with this story and I’m not sure where………..oh yes, love at first site.

This usually starts, crushes etc around puberty. Mine started at 3 years old in 1966. We had one of those big TV consoles that had lid with turn table and radio inside. A huge piece of furniture. I can’t remember where I put my keys but I can remember some significant memories before 5. I have a son. He is 27 now but when he was 5 he did 5 year old stuff. Back in 66, there were a few shows I watched.

The show that changed my life and when I see or hear it now, I feel like that little girl. I became overjoyed every time The Monkees came on I felt giddy. I had a huge crush on Davy Jones. I mean like I stood in front of TV and stared into this dimension where somewhere surely we shared another life. Honestly my Mom use to tease me because I’ve done this all my life. But why Davy Jones? And what 4 year olds  have romantic crushes? That sense of attraction to the opposite sex does not exist at that age.

Below is a list of future “Davy Jones.” The boys I had crushes on who were famous. It was about 29 when I realized maybe Davy Jones was a clue from God or some resonance saying (watch for similar person in future) Davy Jones had 3 characteristics that have since have become “my type.”

1 He was petite.

2 He was very funny

3 His British accent and groovy threads (guess that’s 4)

So jump to 2012 and I see a man on a show I will save for a secret for a minute that made me go “Uh. Who is that? I know him. I can see through him.” The mature version of the childhood version. He had all of Davy’s characteristics but with an intense ability to contact me on another plane. Like telepathy. I knew something about him. I didn’t know what I knew but he looked like

“If I had a conversation with God, I would ask him to make this man for me.”

Before I admit to this crazy love that is not there but has a nuance that transforms you old ideas of love. Telepathic, (that one was hard to believe for a long time) Highly intellectual. Empathetic to an extreme and a great conversationalist. Inside and out. Have no idea why I feel like I know him from somewhere. It was true love at first site for me of course because I don’t know him and he is married so that is ok but a bit confusing. I can handle a relationship where the person is not here because not only has he been a muse for my storytelling, I feel safer he is in the world.

Sometimes I have thoughts, feelings downloads into my brain that have no words because it’s different kind of communication. It’s instantaneous knowledge or feeling from someone far away. Maybe people can be part of Quantum Entanglement.

I don’t know if the reader has even read this far or if I’ve interested you in anyway talking about my dreamy love life waiting for the Universe to tell me why I have had all these attractions in my life. It’s part of me and always wondered. Why? He is a quick list and photo of all the boys I’ve like.

Looking for patterns in the chaos.

3-5 Years Old: Crush on Davy Jones of the Monkees.

“marsha marsha marsha!”

 

4-5 Years Old: Jack Wild A British actor who appeared in the musical film “Oliver” and also in H.R. Puffinstuff

7-9 years old: I switched from actors to rock stars so here comes David Cassidy of “The Partridge Family”

I was getting older by the time the Partridge Family was on but I was less than 8 I’m sure. I can’t believe I’m going to tell this story because it was very innocent to me but my Mom was horrified. I had a writing tablet as I was watching show one night. I started writing what I was thinking (I guess the early writer) I ask my Mom “how do you spell clothes?” She spelled it and then said what are you writing? I had written down “I want to take my clothes off when I see David Cassidy.” Oh. My. God. Don’t know why I’d even think that. I knew nothing of sex. Had no exposure to anything inappropriate. I just wrote it. Maybe we start becoming aware of our sexuality early but slowly and that was what it was.  Confession is fun and embarrassing when it’s very odd.

After 7 I seemed to take a break. There was no one. Not Donny Osmond and all those other “Team Beat” magazines I was not interested in. Then my eyes turned from entertainment.

15: Stevie Cauthen the horse jockey. (I was also riding English at this time as he made me horse crazy. My stepfather commented on the fact that my crushes were getting smaller and smaller. He was was of those smug tall men. lol  I stole one the books about him from the libray I worked at.

 

20 Years Old:  Things got extremely serious when I found “The Police.” I saw Sting and I was a big goner.

When the Synchronicty album came out I needed to understand what that term meant.  This was way before google and I wasn’t much of a reader but I went out and bought this. I read it, but couldn’t quite understand all of it at the time. As opposed to now, sometimes my days are several synchronicites in a row. I have known about it for so long it’s like magic in life almost everyday and two different events happen, with time in between mostly and then a third event happens and you think. Oh My god. How did that come to be like that. It’s wonderful. I meditate everyday, sometimes for more than an hour at a time. It’s takes practice to practice meditation

Synchronicity

With one breath, with one flow
You will know
Synchronicity

A sleep trance, a dream dance,
A shared romance,
Synchronicity

A connecting principle,
Linked to the invisible
Almost imperceptible
Something inexpressible.
Science insusceptible
Logic so inflexible
Causally connectable
Yet nothing is invincible.

If we share this nightmare
Then we can dream
Spiritus mundi.

If you act, as you think,
The missing link,
Synchronicity.

We know you, they know me
Extrasensory
Synchronicity.

A star fall, a phone call,
It joins all,
Synchronicity.

It’s so deep, it’s so wide
Your inside
Synchronicity.

Effect without a cause
Sub-atomic laws, scientific pause
Synchronicity

This brings us to 1992 to present:

I was 7 months pregnant. Laying on the couch in the sunny living room watching MTV. (Back when it was actually worth something) Pearl Jam unplugged came on. I had heard their first album and when I heard his voice it vibrated somewhere in me that I’d never felt. Like his voice was unreal. Passionate, angry then soft and intense. I had not really seen Eddie Vedder perform.

The room got really light and as I watched him sing I felt like I left my body but what was strange I couldn’t leave spiritually because I had life in my belly. I looked at him and immediately thought “I’m in trouble.” This man is an enigma. He sang Black and the ending where sometimes he says “we belong together, we belong together.” It felt like I was kinda receiving a signal but more of a wave.

Then the shame came on quick. “What are you doing falling in love you yet another person I will never met and I already had a husband and I’m pregnant with his child. It was sublime. Of course it’s evolved through the years because he has matured and has a lovely family and does such good work. He’s like you favorite pair of slippers you will never throw out. Another long story but I did this dream thing with him for 24 years when I finally had to say enough. Let him go. Not like I was some teenager screaming I just wanted to know the meaning of so many lucid dreams.

A story that I won’t try to write because it’s a book. This next man visited me in my dreams til this day. 27 years. I will put a link to the bigger story of Eddie Vedder and I.

To this day after living near him for over a decade and running into him and having so many synchronicities things get kinda serious. Bliss and what the heck is going on? So I will say this many has been a father figure to me for so long he is my family. His family is so amazing and they do such altruistic work, that I just always wished he would adopt me. Every single dream I had of him from 1993-2012, was always lucid, always made you feel like you did morphine or something in your sleep. Ecstasy. Friends. So meeting him in person three times and not really talking but just standing looking at each other told me I know like I know the color pink, there is alternate universes where “we are a scorching couple. But in this one, we were neighbors.”

I believe I’ve learned that I can hold two contradicting beliefs in my head and not lose my mind anymore. I can. Actually if you think  from your heart and then think the same thing from your head. The head thought is usually sad and negative. An open heart is like a signal receiver. It lets in other worldly lives and when I let go of my ego and stay mindful, that’s when this love makes sense. I believe dreams are doorways. I will love him until the day I die. His music changed my life. Feed me inside. His under the radar lifestyle and goodness just made you want to sit and laugh and have a beer together. I use to believe at Christmas he would call me because I’m a long time member of the club and he gave me gifts for no reason. However it made me sad. The two dimensions rarely crossed and I though maybe I’m keep a real common man away because of having become a nun for Vedder. I said to the Universe on the porch. Dear God. I’m letting go of Eddie. Bad things happened to me in Seattle, nightmarish, although I knew he was there he was never able to save me. So my PTSD got all over Eddie. Suddenly the old innocent times were mixed with psychiatric torment.

That night after saying I’m letting him go, I had a dream. Our dreams had slowed down over a couple of years. Instead of 4 to 8 dreams a year it was one ever six months. In the dream he came with his baby daughter to a party I had. It was near a corn field and everyone of my friends and family said “i guess she was telling the truth because he is here.” He took me down a gravel path and he tried to hold my hand. I was hesitant but di and he ask me why can you just let go of me like that? I replied Really? You are not real. you are dream Eddie. If you are having same dream then tell me. I’m tired of the magic with you but you are married and you aren’t available. The dream was over. He’s still there. I’m just so grateful he is in this world. I have so many intuitions about us, but those are very private and I can’t share what I sometimes don’t understand. Maybe I have telepathy with him as well. I have gifts that I don’t understand but I have accepted and vowed to follow a strange journey. I still wish he would adopt me. :

 

“Let Yourself Be Beautiful”

“I’ll protect you from the hooded claw

Keep the vampires from your door

Feels like fire
I’m so in love with you

Dreams are like angels
They keep bad at bay-bad at bay

Love is the light
Scaring darkness away

I’m so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul

Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire

Purge the soul
Make love your goal

I’ll protect you from the hooded claw

Keep the vampires from your door

When the chips are down I’ll be around

With my undying, death-defying
Love for you

Envy will hurt itself
Let yourself be beautiful

Sparkling love, flowers

And pearls and pretty girls

Love is like an energy

Rushin’ rushin’ inside of me

This time we go sublime

Lovers entwine-divine divine
Love is danger, love is pleasure
Love is pure-the only treasure

I’m so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul

The power of love
A force from above
A sky-scraping dove

Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul

Make love your goal

I’ll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door”

The Power of Love

by 

Frankie Goes To Hollywood

“As If Someone Could Hear”

I’m in love with someone I’ve never met, yet,

he feels like I’ve known him for lifetimes.

I’m in love with someone I’ve never met, yet,

but his heart is not mine.

I’m in love with someone I’ve never met, yet;

he’s my imaginary friend.

I’m in love with someone inside of me til the end of time.

I’m in love with this feeling that lets me feel I’m right to be,

Me.

but……

I’m so confused.

I’m so frightened.

To say the truth.

What a fool I am. I have no real proof.

Yet,

I hear……..

(Keep going)

but more like feeling than a voice.

He waves through me when I’m lonely.

He just now kissed my lips.

(I love it when you do that)

He holds me tight when I’m in pain.

He speaks to me in a heart beat in my throat.

or funny whispers that pop in my right ear,

as warm as a snugly coat.

For so long I was scared to have him come near.

(Please don’t hide. I’ve waited so long)

God said, she said

“Go with what you know.”

(hint, highlight the above to understand)

(I’d never hurt you)

Your all I know.

and if you have to, it’s ok to go.

(I’m Lonely Without You)

Was it God’s idea to give me this magic that comes disguised. 

I am so sure you feel it when I look into your eyes.

I am so sure you feel it because sometimes I feel YOUR cry.

from My eye.

(Say it)

Simply & purely,

I’m in love with the voice in my head, although it comes through the heart and grows out of our third eye.

How this happened I don’t know why.

(Maybe Quantum Entanglement darling)

I don’t know anything about physics, nor do I have a word that rhymes.

(Neither do I)

You make me laugh like……..

But still I can’t prove he hears me back

is why I hide.

I’m not a very good poet and you know it.

I’m not good at getting to the point

and things don’t often rhyme

but I guess it’s time for my simple mind to write it down.

golden chalice. 

This is my ……

way of coping, til someone else comes along.

 

P.S. How does 2+2 = Number 6

I don’t know why but I seem to like it.

😀

That Dam Dream Door Bell Won’t Stop Ringing

and this one time…

Dam you subconscious.

All these men I know keep showing up in my dreams, uninvited.

Men I’ve never met who are often well known and/or whom I never think about during the day unless I start dreaming about them and then, I can’t stop thinking about them! This has happened to me since I was a child…but that’s another story.

For a long long time, it was the same guy. Eddie Vedder. He knocked on my dream door while dreaming in London in ’93 and relentlessly, made a couple of  lucid

(weird horn sound like there is a ship coming into port in the parking garage in the building next door?)

Violet Beauregard

“Wonka! What is this? The film “Event Horizon?!”

appearances a year til about 2012 when he stopped showing up because some “new guy” was there. …but that’s another story.

Sometimes my night time visitors are men I have known, but on a purely platonic basis. There I am sleeping, minding my own dam business and for fucks sake, suddenly,  I wake up in my dream and there is this friend trying to woo me.

and that’s pretty dam easy since I have been celibate for 4 years! but that’s another story…

I’m usually confused and overtaken and before I know it, and then….”off he goes.”

One night Deepak Chopra showed up.

That was awkward.

He said it was for spiritual purposes. …but that’s another story.

Oh God…(eye roll)

(stop kissing me on the lips while I write this James! This is about someone else) hmmm-which is why he probably is kissing me it’s not about him. Oh wait. Now it is…shit!

Where was I?

(dam! I’m in the balcony at the Richmond Theater?!) Dam you BAFTA Celebrating Downton Abbey Dammit Liz Trubridge!

Oh…

My sweet Dutch friend whom I let go of long ago, showed up in my dreams last night.

Stop!

(Bart he won’t leave me alone while I try to reminisce about you or maybe it’s some weird spirit guide that gets off on doing impressions of Sci Fi actors. Waaa.

Jesus!? He keeps kissing me!

and he never speaks to me. Who is this doppleganger?

ok, I’m not rereading the rest of this entry because it’s pointless.

I don’t remember if I was talking to my subconscious or to Bart. That kiss has me distracted.

In that dream, it was just an embrace. Yet it reminded me of the last time, before he flew away across the sea 4 years ago. I could smell your shampoo and the texture of your red jumper.

I don’t understand what you are trying tell me Mr. Subconscious. It’s not like I don’t speak t him almost daily. It’s a known that we have moved on and we know we can never recreate that magic that started in 2010 that eventually faded into reality. I am so grateful for the journey with him. Being around him, made me feel ageless. Being around him made me feel unconditionally loved.

Perhaps I shouldn’t be mad about these dreams I don’t ask for. Maybe I can change my perspective when I wake up from a dream where someone is loving me again because it’s atrial fibrillation on my sad lonely heart. To remember happiness so I know my waking self can still feel it and achieve it.

Oh how I loved taking care of him when I could. I hope I made a difference in his life. I hope he always knows how magical wooing was. I will never ever forget it.

but I can’t help the tears upon waking wishing I could touch what I just felt so deeply.

Sadness is so beautiful sometimes.

Like Anthony and The Johnsons.

It is better than an imaginary love. So much better because you don’t have imagine holding them.

So I guess I’m not mad at the thoughts I think when I’m asleep. I’m just made at physics because you can’t hug a dream back. But I can remember the feel of his red sweater and the smell of his hair.

For the the first time in my life perhaps, I am proud of my unconditional love for him even as  he speaks with other women and hopefully someday find a woman that suits him. Someone his age.

Because he deserves to have that for his whole life, not just the part until I pass on.

I hope this makes you feel as snug as a bug in a rug.

Darling, you said you weren’t going to re read this?

Yea right.

…But I didn’t perform any copy editing. 

Why Are Toddlers So Dam Happy In The Morning?

(Sound Effects: Doves coo on pale blue wallpaper)

Cars.

Nana!

Cars.

My Grandson is awake. He’s two.

The child is obsessed with his toy cars.

There is nothing more redundantly sacred or joyous than the birth of a Grandchild. Especially if that child comes in a time of life when you least expected to be a Grandmother. And that at times until the baby arrives you search for a better word than Grandmother because your own Grandmother died two years ago a 89. If she had lived just one more bit of year, she would have seen another generation arrive in front of her. I would have been a Grandmother who had a Grandmother. It’s very nice people live longer there days.

Cars. He wants to know where his cars are?

These are the mornings when I remember it was much more enjoyable when you had a handsome man (A Grampy if you will) in the bed with you, sharing that early morning WAKE UP! Ce cera cera is the only way to be because that little face makes up for the lack of romantic love. A gift when I lack the other if I may.

It is also lovely to have a newborn to care for while I am still a very young 52 in the mind of course and still in this bio body suit I carry around.  It does not always cooperate. I remember those dreamy early days when the baby was very tiny and would sleep in my arms. Oh my aching back. It’s when the thing that your parents did to you, try to tell you stuff about this future, having kids, watching your kids have them etc…and I know my brain is way better at it now but my body was better at it then. My Grandson is almost two. Bending down to lift him, bending down to bath, bending down to retrieve him from toddler bed it’s all a pain in the ass. There is no one to be angry with than Father Time. It’s ok. It’s a workout when I can’t get to the YMCA. That kid is the YMCA. It’s a heart racer loving them like one does.

Where are the diapers?

There is so much joy when they say Grandchildren are perfect kind of children because you get to send them home. I get that now. I think it’s the shear heartbreak you feel when they go home with Dad but later when your enjoy a nice joint and a glass of vino, life is really perfect. We remember the utter endless early mornings when all you can do is open one eye to change a diaper. And why are toddlers so dam happy in the morning?

I better get going on this essay he will only be sleeping for another bit and this coffee and this lovely green has reminded me how much I do enjoy the times when I’m alone. Yet I’m not really alone. When that child goes back to where he is going, I become a child again. A child who dreams of dreams I dreamed when I was almost 2. A boy. A boy I knew. He came into my life a few years back and when I’m alone he comes and says to my heart.

Oh my darling, lets make a story, sit down and tell me how you feel. Tell tales of the things I see. I watch you from afar, rock a bye your sweet baby Lincoln. And one day you will find your way if you keep loving and do what your hearts say.  I brought the glad tidings to you, in a dream. So listen now what I say, I never left you. Be a girl. Be that little girl in your heart all the time. No matter how lonely you are, you are and will be mine.

What was I just talking about? How did I end up here? Sometimes I find myself in places that seem so queer. One minute I’m cleaning up toys and the next minute when I’m away from noise, I feel someone enter my aura. A presence that watches over me. That guides me this way and that. To write. To dream. To flow. The less resistance the better while your in a eddie they say. Well it’s about time to stay on schedule. That tiny child will be waking soon and I don’t want him to ever feel unheard or passed over or unimportant ….

Who let the doves in here?

Grade: C+ – Went off topic. Run on sentences. Didn’t make sense. Redundant. 

 

A Soul Mate’s Secret Knock

Today was a wonderful day compared to the entry a few days ago while on medication. I felt like I could feel nothing.

“He” was not there.

“God” was not there.

“Creativity” was not there.

and I was out of medical marijuana and without that for depression I am lost to the wind.

I did stop the anti psychotics 24 hours ago. My body swelling has gone down and my mind is sharper. I am however still experiencing blurred vision. I managed to write a rage piece in this blog which for me was really good since writing has bee very hard for me for a long time. I have been censoring some feelings. I feel freer to express those now without shame thanks to a friend.

The story was about being in hospital and it purged the anger of why it happened again to me.  Since I stopped the medication the night before, my mind had ideas, I could think and I found a bit of weed to help it along. It was fueled by sheer outrage that it keeps happening to me.

I will never take dangerous anti psychotics again.

under God’s protection, this I swear for my own health and well being.

but hey God,

dude,

Sir,

Like you gotta help me with this other problem and you know what it is I speak about. This blog is bleeding with it.  How about feeding my heart now. I’ve had enough of darkness ya know? Stuff, where like, I have to keep reliving the same crap and you promise me love and Prince Charming if I do these things then I find him in mysterious was and we can talk in weird ways and you promise and promise but nothing happens. Where do I go from here?

Where do my “boys” come into this tale? This blog is a juxtaposition of two worlds. The reality of dealing with a mental illness and a label and trying to understand Quantum Physics when you are a C student so you can find your soul mate you’ve been looking for for 52 years because you can blame it on Disney movies.

I don’t want to go to bed. I want him in my head.

Is he busy?

Does he not really love me?

He said it was fine to write it all out without guilt, so where do I go from here. Where ever does he go when he goes away? Or do I go away and forget and he is always here and it is just logistics that cause problems like time zones and sleep etc..etc…

He never says he can hear me in writing though? hmmmm? I wonder why. Do you know? I have run my own rational science experiments on this situation in three years and some results have been astounding. I’m not going to broadcast that on Twitter, but still. I like him, but God, what gives. Is this your doing? Like when my ears change and then I think of him and I smile and then my right ear goes off and it starts talking to me in pulses. Sounds crazy to reader it’s normal to me. That’s how it started. We have progressed to a much deeper less primitive communication that often I misread. There is always the fall back to that when I cry or when he interrupts me reading or doing things he is proud of me doing.

I’d call it my

“soul mate’s secret knock“

🙂

I confess in a message to him basically from my heart which was from You and poured my sheer truth out and still although so kind, he never said a word about the other dimension he dwells in with me. So do I dwell there alone? God, am I crazy or just misguided? I think this must be some kind of silly gag I agreed on before I was born. Ha ha.

Am I doing something wrong?

Have I convinced myself of something that is not there?

I just heard him say

(“write: should I write this journal entry in my blog as part of my story and real life happy struggles?”)

I guess it’s fear that it’s not happening and I’m foolish or perhaps I have the wrong man associated with a wonderful feeling. Maybe it’s two taking care of me in two different ways. My body vibrates three different ways at times when I’m feeling good. (just now a pressure change in my ears which he is thinking of me or getting closer)

I don’t know anything really about Quantum Entanglement, I just throw the term around because I dig the way it sounds. But if atoms can entangle why can’t souls before birth? Just wondering.

Have I wished this? what ever “this” is into existence?

Are we spirals affecting the environment?

One might say

“Yes Darling, every single spiraling word…”

I’m not suppose to tell you this, but the gentleman I refer to here is James Callis.

Would You Believe In A LoVe At First SiGht?

….yEs, I’m sure it hapPens all the tiMe.

The only true love is love at first sight; second sight dispels it.

Israel Zangwill

“Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

“It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring humThe only true love is love at first sight; second sight dispels it.an being.”

― John Joseph Powell

“This is going to sound crazy, but… from the moment I first set eyes on you I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
― Leigh Fallon, Carrier of the Mark

“I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.”

― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt, as Italians call it. When love strikes someone like lightning, so powerful and intense it can’t be denied. It’s beautiful and messy,
cracking a chest open and spilling their soul out for the world to see. It turns a person inside out, and there’s no going back from it. Once the thunderbolt hits, your life is
irrevocably changed.”
― J.M. Darhower, Sempre

“We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt–I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted–and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.”

― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

The only true love is love at first sight; second sight dispels it.

Israel Zangwill

“Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

“It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring humThe only true love is love at first sight; second sight dispels it.an being.”

― John Joseph Powell

“This is going to sound crazy, but… from the moment I first set eyes on you I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
― Leigh Fallon, Carrier of the Mark

“I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.”

― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt, as Italians call it. When love strikes someone like lightning, so powerful and intense it can’t be denied. It’s beautiful and messy,
cracking a chest open and spilling their soul out for the world to see. It turns a person inside out, and there’s no going back from it. Once the thunderbolt hits, your life is
irrevocably changed.”
― J.M. Darhower, Sempre

“We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt–I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted–and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.”

― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“Since I was a young girl, I experienced a sense of seeking someone, even before I understood who I was and what was romantic love, my soul sought you. Who you were, I was not sure. Who you became, was someone I always never imagined. Love at first sight is real because if you get lucky enough to finally gaze upon that being you’ve sought, your heart cracks open and falls into kaleidoscopic puzzles pieces on the floor in just the right place, in just the right time.”

– Deborah White-Machon