I went for a walk this evening, August, 10, 2026. I walked into the forest to sit on my trusted friend ‘Rockstar’.
As I have mentioned in many previous posts, you have a child within you. I do too. By giving nature around me specific names, I build a loving relationship with that being of light. Everything is alive and is vibrating God’s essence in some way. Nature is a magical place for me when I approach my world from a child’s lens. In addition to that, I also offer my gratitude to nature and God as a whole. There are several reasons as to why I chose to name a gorgeous and supportive rock, Rockstar.
I sit on Rockstar when I want to meditate. I walk to ‘Tree Tree’ when I want to smoke a wee bit of weed. Sometimes I walk to ‘Tree Tree’ because I am antsy with cabin feverish thoughts. With ‘Tree Tree’ being farther, the path inside the woods offers me respite from my little bubble of the world.
This evening whilst sitting on Rockstar, Clairity popped in. It seems I have been lovingly nudged to write down a closing entry to this book?, personal blog series?, online journal? Whatever this writing ends up being. My mind took me on a journey. My mind gave me my name. Clairity has taken over my predominant thoughts. With that in mind, this blog entry is written with the help of Clairity through automatic writing.
“Imagine yourself sitting on a vanity chair. You are facing a mirror. This mirror is magical. This mirror shows you the truth in who you are. This mirror guides you. This mirror is your projection screen. You are wee little. You are a child who notices everything.
One day you heard you were wrong for thinking that way. It was then when you looked in the mirror and muttered, “I can’t do anything right”.
In that moment music left your mind. The lyrics tumbled out of your mouth and hit the mirror you found. As you sat there in front of your own beautiful reflection, the magic mirror shuddered. The magic mirror waved a distorted look for a brief moment.
Then one day you saw another person laughing at you. You heard drums and trombones. You heard loud trumpets that said, “you don’t belong here”.
You went home once again. Back to your little cave. You once had a bedroom. It grew smaller with every door slammed in your face. Inside your room you went back to your mirror. You looked once again and noticed a chip in the corner. You pierced your eyes for a brief moment. You thought to yourself, “they called me ugly. It is because of them that I am distorted”.
Crack! You heard. The moment you thought that. The chip grew bigger. The chip is now a split in your character. The little piece of mirror that once stood in place, has been blown away by the small shatter, your new thoughts began to create. This chip became hidden. You were unable to find it. You fractured your awareness. A part of you was stamped into a different timeline.
The ghost of you stayed that wee little girl. Every time you looked into the magic mirror, the mirror fractured into more pieces. The ghosts of you began to appear throughout history and throughout your lifetimes. Overtime, you sat there. Not sure what to look at or to sound like. All you could see were parts of you. The rest was dark and hard to digest.
Then one day you noticed, you were no longer that little girl. You sat down one day and saw a woman staring back at you. You could not exactly make out who that woman was, so you began to ask deeper questions. You then introduced yourself.
“Hi. I’m Clair Marie. Who might you be?”
The mirror responded back, “hello. Please call me Clairity”.
When you heard your magic mirror talk back to you, a small glimmer of light broke the crack so that you could see more of you. A golden light appeared where a crack once was. This created your curious mind. This started your path of the alchemist.
With each forward motion back in time to where you sat, you revisited your pain. You began to see the cracks. The more you shared love and poured love back into yourself, your magic mirror collected the fractal pieces that were broken in half. With each thought, with each breath, with each acknowledgement, and with each loving acceptance of the truth, you poured golden love back into you. Your mirror then overflowed and ignited healing in the chair which supported you.
It is from this moment when you made a proclamation. You said, “Hi. I am Clair Marie. You are beautiful. It’s nice to meet you”.
The love you poured into all of your journey is the wabi sabi you created. It is the love of the alchemist. Your cracks are now filled with beauty stronger than words. You are your own alchemist. Your mirror is now golden for you.
You are the child. You are the student. You are the woman. You are the wise person. Your mirror shows you who you choose to visit. Love every version of you. Keep your mirror golden”.
Your world is your mirror. Your thoughts can create cracks which fragment your light consciousness. You can also revisit everything and anything painful so that you can honor your journey completely. Doing so gives you the full picture of your beauty. Doing so supports you under any circumstances. Doing so says “This is Who I Am”.
Love yourself so that you can see what I see. I see a glimmer of light within you. I see your golden glow. I see the divine being.
The End…for now
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