The words I’d just said to Coleman stared back at me boring holes into the back of my head.
Fuck it I'll just do a post, dedicated to Coleman.
You're brilliant but never stopped to smell the roses. You feel guilt at your bountiful harvest. You look around and see all of their stories. It’s just how you're wired. Prison life has a sobering affect on the mind, akin to when how I felt at my daughters birth
. The prison bars of my life clamped around me at that time. When I held her in my arms against my chest for the first time, I wanted to celebrate her, as I never was and as no one would ever be. Not truly as who we really are. How can anyone truly know another person unless you love them dearly. My heart beats in pride and flows through my blood. I celebrate her in the seen and the unseen world’s. She’s my daughter.I’d never really stopped to consider my fatherlessness because I was to busy writing my life story in the outside and inside, heroes journey.
Coleman has this manner. Reliable like a loving father in this hideous world.
A father I never had has been shown to me.
Right On, Sir 🙏
I'll pop in and out here. Stay with me. It’s about to get hopping!
Shout out to all the Beautiful Witches out there. All you Priestesses. I pay you the most humble respects. Are are not all warriors of the same ilk, Magicians included.
Yes this is the childlike state one must attain to qualify for eternal life 🙏💜🙏 Beginners mind. 🙏💞🙏 My scumbag father lived in luxury, lavishing all his wealth upon my step brothers and my step mother who had a headmisstressy manner about her, and she was a well respected Headmistress who annihilated my relationship with my father and ending with not even being mentioned as actually existing, at his funeral. I received a cold hard shoulder from my step-family. They couldn't understand my mind.
I bet You are a marvelous father! I surely was lucky to have the father I did! And I wish everyOne else had had a father like Mine - and like You no doubt are!