From the pits of hell I arise

giovanna

I took a journey on the dark side

and found myself in the pits of hell

with no where to hide

in the bottomless pit I fell

with no warning or sign

I stumbled into his web

lured by the feast offered

and the prize was fed

little did I know the price I’d pay

for being in this hell where i was led

Seaching for an escape

from this complicated maze

I’m wandering like a cat without a head

not knowing which way to be led

I cry out for help from the depths of my misery

with no compassionate soul to hear me

I pray for the gods to help me

they seemed to be sleeping

I am so lost

filled with terror

of never finding home again

for what was my sin

Awake Oh Gods above

lead me out of this abyss

to a land of milk…

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A purple Rose from an angel!

Well anyone that knows me would know that I love the color purple. I love all shades of Purple and have even written a poem about it. Purple is a mysterious color and is the color for those seeking spiritual enlightenment and is the color of royalty from ancient times. Priests also wear this color to signify the passion of Christ and repentance.

I just love the color and that’s really all it is.  But I am a spiritual person who believes in spiritual and supernatural experiences that I have had myself. That is another story well sort of.

I had been having a terrible day recently and everything seemed to be going wrong that day. I had terrible pain in my leg from a burn wound that I had obtained right before New Years and a second degree burn which are very painful and slow to heal. My burn is on my leg and was the size of the palm of your hand;a large hand.  I was so exhausted and pain ridden and by the end of the day, I was ready to fall into my bed soon when my grandson found a silken purple rose in the living room. I told him”where did that come from” ?  He said that he didn’t know but found it there. I asked if it belonged to his mom and if she left it here. He said no, it’s not hers. I was perplexed at this and asked my grandson to follow me with the rose into my bedroom and I’d show him why. On my dresser, in a vase was an identical real rose that was wilted and dried.  Only this new rose that he found was silk and had a white colored stem and leaves.  When he placed it in the vase along side of the other purple rose, it wilted down exactly like my other real purple rose… My grandson said ‘Look it’s doing the same thing as the other rose’

Now for most people they would say Oh well, it’s a coincident but for me it was like an angel sent me a ‘hug’ that i needed after having a horrible day. Silly? You say?  Maybe! But  since I do love purple and I adore roses, it made me happy!  And for me, that day, it meant everything.  I felt like it was a hug from an angel… I believe in the supernatural but therein lies a long story for later.Image