what is real?

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and so it happens. somewhere in life, somehow you get lost. you forget about who you are. and most importantly, you forget that life is, magical. it’s sad really. but in the path of growing older a myriad of experiences weave themselves into a thick curtain blocking your view of what once was, and is, but you can’t see. hurt, painful moments, horrible words, responsibilities, duties, love, hate, war and peace all come at you and your mind takes you away from your heart and leaves you in the depths of doubt and disbelief that truly life was and is magical. and so this happened to me as well. somewhere my path of growing older i forgot about the magic. i forgot to believe. i loved, but forgot the magic in love. up until my baby was born. in kundalini they believe that when you are about to feel enlightenment a blue energy rises up your spine. her blue eyes at times do the same for me. i see her. and she sees who i am. she knows. there is nothing to be spoken about. being with her is like going down a forgotten journey. a journey i took in life and then forgot. she helps me. to remember. becoming a mother, being with her, stopping to take care of her and love her has shown me a shortcut to find my way back into the magic again.  waking up to her light has helped me tremendously. i feel as though i had been asleep for some time. more than that, sad to say, i feel as though i had given up without really saying the words. a world, a life that looses it’s magic it’s just hard to wake up to. but you do it anyway because that’s what is expected of you. my god. it shouldn’t be that way! everyone should have the magic return to them. everyone should remember that there is more to it, than a scheduled life. everyone needs to find that magic. it’s hard, to pinpoint exactly where it was that you fell, that you let go of you of life of being friends with each other. maybe it’s not necessary to find the fall, but just realizing that it happened and allowing your wings to grow back and take you on your flight again. as they say, better late than never. it’s kind of like that movie Inception, where you are living in a dream within a dream within a dream. except it’s become a nightmare in a nightmare and it’s all covering up what is real. and what is real, is magic.

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