Hour 1<\/p>\n
Phoenicia:\u00a0 Ancestor to the Phoenix of the Rising Sun<\/p>\n
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To embody a mythical creature who would it be?<\/p>\n
One who lived in cycles of 500 years… witnessing the brutality of slavery and the birth of a nation once born free.<\/p>\n
She with an immortal spirit that soars in the skies and will rise from the flames of humanities pain and greed.<\/p>\n
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One whose tears heal those that inspire true creativity.<\/p>\n
A mystery revered by cultures of long ago.<\/p>\n
Egyptian, Persian, Greco Roman, and Jewish mythology to name a few.<\/p>\n
Her feathers if discovered heal the wounded and give birth to an eternal flame of hope that can only be sired in the depth of one\u2019s heart…<\/p>\n
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She who is intuitive enough to sense her own demise.<\/p>\n
Shrouded in a nest of Cinnamon, Sage and Myrrh… she heals herself almost extemporaneously.<\/p>\n
Some think she will perish or burn under the pressure of flames, not knowing she has thrived and survived on the fire from within …a passion that ignites her, excites her, and mystifies.<\/p>\n
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Some think that she will be destroyed, yet she knows that she will come back anew.<\/p>\n
Wiser, stronger, deeper, richer, to heighten her conscious mind and beating heart.<\/p>\n
Her vision cannot be extinguished by the flames, only intensified.<\/p>\n
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She has an inner cool that prevents her sacred feathers form charring.\u00a0 This pressure only deepens her colors, her determination to bring light to the depth of those that find a remnant of her feathered kind.<\/p>\n
She is rare. She is beauty personified, not due to her multicolored hues, but to her lightness and grace. She barely grazes the earth. A pretty painted butterfly of the sky that flies with eagles and hawks, too multifaceted and high-minded to linger long among the flowers and trees protected by the earth\u2019s gravitas pull.<\/p>\n
If you spot her try to capture her attention, for like the oracle of truth, she may be attracted to a depth that she sees in you\u2026 she will stare in your eyes and pierce through to your soul if you can withstand her gaze long enough not be caught up in the cosmos nebula of her eyes, you just may connect on level not known to most.<\/p>\n
A mythical bird…<\/p>\n
A flaming peacock…<\/p>\n
Tears that heal…<\/p>\n
Fire in flames…<\/p>\n
Cinnamon, Sage, and Myrrh…<\/p>\n
Forever Young…<\/p>\n
An old soul.<\/p>\n
A sense of home.<\/p>\n
Ancestors blessing.<\/p>\n
Who is she really?<\/p>\n
She is immortal and she intends to herald a new age of rebirth.\u00a0 She brings a masculine energy that is imbued with her feminine touch.\u00a0 Strength and Sensitivity are equally matched.<\/p>\n
She is the epitome of masculine and feminine energies in-tune, ready to usher in a new age of understanding.\u00a0 Some mistake her for the peacock with its cool hues of luscious larimar, hints of aquamarine, healing turquoise, royal violets, the height of the chakras awakening the most delicate of lavender, and heavenly baby sky blues.\u00a0 From underneath she glistens in shades of moonlit silver and starlight when you see her fly from above as she glides in the night sky and morning breeze.<\/p>\n
Yet, if you were to view her from a mountain top view and look below you would see that her feathers take on a whole different hue.<\/p>\n
Hazel eyes that illuminate a warm transparent glow much like a candle flickering in the night sky, like an opaque brown hazel nut shell built up of\u00a0 delicate layers of\u00a0 a translucent mother of pearl imbedded with a light layer of rainbow topaz.\u00a0 Her feathers are bolder and are warm shades of skin complexion, flecked with kisses of deeper brown freckles and shadows of mahogany, cinnamon, turmeric, merlot, papaya, and hints of the deepest black …that is what you will see from your aerial view.<\/p>\n
One in two she appears\u00a0 cool from below in all her silvers and blues, but if you are at her level you will be enveloped by her warmth.\u00a0 If you should be blessed enough to look at her from above, at a summit higher than the rest, all you will witness is a glimmer of gold.\u00a0 Gold and silver are the colors she wears best from above or below interchangeably\u2026 perhaps you might even mistake her for a coppery rose gold if you both meet on the same level, she will defy gravity like an optical illusion.<\/p>\n
Perhaps she will leave a feather behind a mystical symbol of hope. Keep it close to your heart.\u00a0 It will remind you of the hope and depth that you have inside.<\/p>\n
This is the year of the Phoenix, the beginning of the end has already occurred, it\u2019s time to live life anew.\u00a0 Embrace the way of the Phoenix.\u00a0 Her fragrance the scent of clean cinnamon spice, fire, wood like cedar or fig and, honey may linger. She evokes the deepest sense of memory, yet it is her presence that one seeks.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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