Holy Words For Earth

Despair fills the room.

It is as though you are blind

unable to see my light.

With your Spirit in a bind

and the pain, a unique kind,

you ask to be released.

Who is the one who releases you?

What is it that they must do?

Must they fight a demon?

Must they cast the past away?

What is it for you that you need to see?

What is it for you, for you to be set free?

Tell me, and it will be delivered today.


Wipe me clean

Let all that is seen

In darkness

Be light

God, allow me to borrow your strength, your might

In that I might become more like you

Strong like you

Clear minded like you

Open hearted like you

Let me be yours

Let me be strength


My brothers and sisters are in the grip of the devil and I call on my Father to save them. My Father is a being of pure love and light. My Father is a being of great strength and might. I cannot live to see more suffering on this earth without taking action in the light any longer. I’ve gotten stronger and it is time for the world to see it. I have a voice, and it is time I release it. Let peace and joy be heard among all nations.


I’ve been gifted with holy rage

I see the world around me in fear

Let me be clear

We must connect more

We must explore the hearts and minds of others

We are sister and brothers

Why are we afraid of one another?

Why are afraid?

Those Eyes of Yours

Use your eyes wisely.

Keep looking forward.

Ask yourself, “what do you want me to see?”

You’ll find that the truth of you only wants good things for you.

Take control of your imagination.

Release control.

Re-lease. Renew the lease of the control of your self in the name of your loving God.

Let the fullest love become your life.

Everything else, it falls away.

Love is all there is, and all there will be.

Remember the power your have as a child of God.

A New Story Begins

Newly awakened to the power of the life inside of me, I can’t help but regret not knowing myself in this way sooner. I watch and listen as creation starts from inside of me and becomes my reality. 

It’s a habit at this point. Every few days or so, there is a new idea for a movie or book happening from that space. It can happen anywhere, at any time. Delight, real delight comes true to me as the start of a new story begins. The movie script pours into me, characters, storyline, title, and all. Some days, I watch as multiple scenes are acted out. Others, a book is written, published, and shared with the world. It’s magic. I’ve lost myself in the ways of my inner voice. I’ve quit my job, sold my things, and bought a one way ticket to France all because of her. I’ve lived in Florida all my life. Is this what happens when you actually love and care about what’s happening inside of yourself? For 24 years of my life, I’ve lived without knowledge of the power of my inner voice. Someone taught me that it was my conscience and that it could tell me what’s right and what’s wrong. Rarely does my inner voice ever have concerns with telling me what is, however she did share with me that the idea that the only thing inside me was a conscience that told me what was right and wrong, was wrong. What was inside of me, was not an it, it was definitely a she. She could do much more than discern between right and wrong. After traveling the long journey my life has been to come to value this voice, I was ready to receive space to actually witness, hear, and understand this voice. I liked what she had to say, I loved her creations, and the people around me… were distracting me. It was a habit of mine, one I couldn’t discern if it was a good one or a bad one, to put other people above me. I would do anything and everything I could to make the people around me happy. I didn’t want to live like that anymore, but at the same time, I didn’t want to live life serving my own happiness either. I wondered if it was right to be a servant to this inner guide. Or would I learn to serve nothing, to just be? Knowledge of the power within hasn’t exactly given me access to all of the answers like I always thought it would. I didn’t know where I fit in this life and I still didn’t know where the people around me fit into my life either. If they weren’t above me, telling me what to do and how to be, where in my life did they belong? I wasn’t sure. What I was sure of, as I was on my way to entering my 26th year on this earth, was that this was the year that I wanted to see this tiny part of me truly grow. I wanted to see her fully expressed, valued, respected, and loved. She deserved it. I had been blind to the value of this connection to myself for years. It wasn’t until I completely lost contact in 2022, that I recognized that this connection had any value to me. After 2 weeks in Mexico without meditation and with an emotionally abusive boyfriend, I couldn’t hear myself anymore. Were there other people living on this earth without their own inner guidance? If so, how did they survive? I was struggling to. It was hell to live without my inner voice. I started to wonder how many people around me had it, and how many didn’t. I also started to wonder about myself. I had been experiencing something really good going on inside of me, how long had it been there? And how would I get it back?

To Every Personality I Have Ever Clung To

To every personality I have every clung to, thank you.

You come into my world

A beautiful girl

A talented girl

Wise girl

Strong girl

Girl who works out

Girl who loves smoothies

Girl who loves dating

Girl, girl, girl

I can try forever to be one

but, I’m not.

I’m waking up to all that I am beyond all of the personalities, a reality where I am liberated from being “myself”.

Being “myself” has been painful, exhausting, thrilling, exciting, a journey I have loved deeply, but finally

life takes me into this new moment without any concept of who I am.

No vision to live into, but the vision of full expression of the self that is here in this moment

there is no need for me to be anyone I am not

and no expectation to return into who I once was.

Here I am

a person

a soul occupying a body

new

bright

and I might never feel this way again

or I might feel this way all the time.

The point is that in this moment, I’m not controlling anything. I’m let off. Released. Broken, like the egg shell that holds the golden yolk.

We would starve, if we never let ourselves get devoured, and transformed.

Writing Without Personal Thought

Ah. Finally, a breath. What if I didn’t put any thought into an entire work of writing? What if I truly, fully let it all come out and allowed it to just be so? What would I have? Well, I would have something like what is here right now. What is here right now is a reflection of what is inside of me in this moment. Is that true? That these words were inside me at a time? Or is it possible that these words are already on the page, and I just happen to be the key to revealing them? Who is to say that the page is not inside of us, as are the words? In my imagination, I can see a page with words written in invisible ink. Perhaps the writing that is being done in this moment is happening in that way. It’s already written, I am just coming along and using my light to expose what has always been. Every blank page holds space for multiple possibilities. The possibility that comes into being, what is that dependent on? Focus? Intention? The one who is with the blank page? Now, things are getting difficult. I am so proud of the damn invisible ink metaphor thing that I am thinking again. I even thought about writing “I am thinking”. I just read in a book today that we don’t think, that thinking happens to us. Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth, was the source of that. If thinking is happening to me, who is causing the thinking to happen in this way? If thinking happens to me, wouldn’t that mean that something that is not me is thinking for me? That must be what it means to be free of thought, to have nothing thinking within you. I ask for guidance before I continue on. I wish to write from that special place beyond thought, and I know I can. I connect with spaces beyond thought with my breath and with thought itself. It’s funny to me that we transcend thought through thought. Someone must have had the thought some day, “I want to sit in silence,” and that sitting led to being and that being was beyond thought. Does thought proceed everything? Or are there some things that just come into being, without thought at all? When I find myself quite thought-less I don’t make much sense, I’m less dense, out of tense, meaning past present and future. I have confidence in this skill of mine, I often see success in my future. I would hope that this piece of writing would be entertaining, I believe that it is. My one challenge is with where to send my work, or how to even send it in. I can do all of this in the moment. I can do it anywhere, with anyone. I can even speak like this, it doesn’t have to necessarily be typed. Anyways, I’m talented. Cool. What about you? Where do you feel most called to place your energy? Time is valuable, a hot commodity. Now, it’s difficult to stop rhyming, as you can see. I prefer my writing to write itself, it’s so much more fun that way. Sometimes I write with the writing, for example, when I said “so much more fun”, back a few words, a voice inside said “1000 times more fun”. However my body just typed so much more. What is that inner conflict? How curious I am about that. It is fascinating to me that I can hear from inside of my body, yet, my body can act in a way that is different than what I hear. I’m not so sure that words exist for the experience I am having. I don’t believe that anything is private. It can’t be. If I can hear my own thoughts, there must be something or someone else hearing them too. And if I consider what Mr. Tolle wrote about thoughts, this experience inside of me seems to be even more fascinating. When I say me, I am referring to my body. However, I am not 100% certain that thought truly occurs inside of my body. It seems that it is, but not everything is as it seems. When I breathe deeper and focus on where these words come from. Wow. I just did. Sound slowed down. I don’t know how else to share. I started this piece of writing with a question “What if I didn’t put any thought into an entire work of writing?” In this moment, I must correct myself because there has been a lot of thought here. I believe that the question could be evolved to be around my ability to produce a piece of writing without thought. Perhaps I will write in this way more often, to see if as I practice pure creation, flow of action without thought, my writing will change. Maybe, people will find that exciting to witness. This is my first time doing this, and I would enjoy doing it again. To clarify, what I am doing is just writing, there is no purpose or topic. However, it seems that part of me is determined to fashion some sort of objective, audience, topic, and goal. I find that interesting. I would like to just write, but that doesn’t seem entirely possible. As I’ve gone further and further on, it seems to be more and more challenging not to think. Suddenly, I want this creation to be good. I’m wondering where or when it will be read, and by who. I didn’t have those thoughts earlier in time, where I had only just written “ah. Finally a breath.” When I began, there was no inner voice present, and now, there is an inner voice reading each word with me as I am typing. Is is possible that my inner experience has become one with the outer experience? Should I allow myself to release judgement of this change I am witnessing? It seems there are two choices now in front of me: to analyze the inherent positivity and negativity of the new experience of the inner voice in conjunction with the outer creation of words on paper or to ignore whether it is good or bad and just choose to experience. I always breathe before I make choices. There is an energy present within me that is curious about the experience of the creation of this piece of writing. Is it good that I am reading each word that I type as I type it? Is this anxiety? Is this just anxiety pushed out? Has this been inside of me? All I can think now is wow… good thing I practice meditation. Imagine what the inside of my mind would be like without it! Should I be on meds? No. Immediately no. I love science. Pharmacy is both intellectually thrilling and satisfying to me, however I do not wish to have any products of pharmacy in my body. If my mind is insane, let it live on doing so. I want to experience me. Whatever happens… I think I scared myself. The experience is changing again. “Why don’t you just breathe Christina?” I hear. That’s my intuition, I’m sure of that. Okay, I will just breathe. Well, kinda hard to just breathe when I’m writing. I don’t want to take one second away from this very important work that I am doing to ‘just breathe’. Namaste grinding. Just kidding. Five minutes of breath work. Sign me up. This work could use more presence and deeper awareness, it’s getting weird and not the kinda weird I enjoy. This voice inside of me doesn’t seem to want the worst for me. It seems to want to live life as me. It’s 1:08 AM and I can’t get enough of life. Writing without personal thought. I think that is a more accurate description of this project. I would say that those 2 sentences came from me only because it was silent inside when I wrote them. But, other times when I write, I can hear the words before I write. I used to think that I was hearing God, now I wonder, am I hearing ego? What is the difference if any, between God and ego? God has created ego? Or is ego an expression of God? We all have a voice inside our mind. For some people it may come in different sounds or volumes. For some people this voice may only ever sound like their own voice. I wish I could know right now, what yours was like. Mine sounds like me, for now. Sometimes after I’ve listened to someone talk, my inner dialogue is just like their voice. Sometimes, that scares me. I definitely have some attachment to hearing my own voice in my mind. It’s comforting. Written word is unique in that way, compared to audiobooks, video content, or podcasts. When word is written, we can read in our own inner voice. When word is spoken to us, we don’t have that choice. Or is that choice an illusion? Mr. Tolle wrote that we don’t think, thinking happens to us. Would it be true to then say that we don’t talk to ourselves? Could it be that talking happens to us? Who are we? Really? If we aren’t the ones who are thinking and we aren’t the ones who are speaking, who is? And if this piece of writing is coming from thought that is happening to me, who is writing this book? I am.

Why did I want to live without thought so badly? Things just seemed to be easier that way. That’s not true. What’s true is that I am a person who likes to be “good”. I have always been the “good girl”. I have this idea in my mind that it is good to live life without thought, that thought is harmful to spirit. It has always been my wish to be as close to spirit as I can.

Soul Vibration

Christina on her soul vibration

Life on Earth is the ultimate vacation

She’s space traveling in her body

Not trying to be anybody

Other than what is

She is love, that’s all it is

All energy once in stagnation

given up, above

Moved by Jesus

Improving

Dissolving

what isn’t favored

Doing a million favors

For Earth and all it’s beings

So much to be seeing

This is what I wanted

This is what I wanted

It’s all right here

Always right here

Christina on Her Soul Vibration

Remembering Illumination

Freedom is ours

So many hours

letting go

One by One soon we all will know

He’s back

444

If the word
manifest

doesn’t resonate with you,
allow me to share energy from that point of view

I agree, creating life,
is not what we do.

That’s God’s work.
It’s true.
Witnessing and choosing life
that’s what we can do.

Selecting life.
Remembering life.

Everything has already been done.
Everything exists right now.

So how…

how do we live the life of our dreams
in a world where it seems
like we have to work so hard
and long to create?

We stop.
We generate trust
instead of lust
wanting ends
trying expires.

Our vibration rises higher.

We see empires in our minds.

Faith.
Patience.
Grace.
Goodness.

We develop our virtues.
Stepping back from the hamster wheel
won’t hurt you.

We don’t manifest.
We pass every and all tests.

When we desire something for the future, we are remembering.

We are receiving a memory of a potential future present moment, a message from our Divine Creator.

We receive this memory, we hold it.

Let life be here.
Be clear
receive

this reality is God made and He has already created Heaven for you.
There is nothing for you to do.

It’s all
Right
Here

you can make beautiful art…

while falling apart.

I hope you enjoy my newest ebook. I’ve made a few of these, but this is my very first one I have decided to publish. Stay blessed. Enjoy. ❤️

Change in Heart

“It’s okay to feel sad when you’re going through a break-up,” I say to myself, as I take a deep breath a let my heart settle. Love. Partnership. A few months ago, I wanted those things more than anything else in this world. I know I deserve those things, and that I’m good for those things. The opportunities that I have to fall in love with someone else are overflowing. It’s easy for me, to appreciate men and it’s easy for them to appreciate me too. I fall in love with their patterns, the way they feel deeply, the way their minds work, how they spend their time, what they’re passionate about. I love how badly they want to care for others and support others. Now, I know not every man is like this, but these are the men I’ve known, and the men I have fallen in love with, in the past.

Most recently, I fell in love with an older man with two kids. I made the mistake of misjudging my ability to be cautious. I thought I was being cautious. I thought I was asking the right questions, but this connection took me exactly where I was afraid I would go. The place I’m afraid of is a type of certainty. The type of certainty that I’m speaking on makes you feel like the man you’re in love with is the last and only man you will ever love like the way you’re loving him right now. I got to that place quickly with this man.

We met on December third, on a boat. To be completely honest, when I first met him, I was confused by his energy. He wasn’t someone who gave off open, high, or loving energy at all. But, when I looked into his eyes, I was in touch with the same still presence I often resided in before bed and in the morning, in my meditation. I was curious. How was it that I felt so resistant to being close to this man, yet when our eyes locked, getting close to him seemed like the best thing to do?

With our connection growing quickly, I tried to stay as present as I could with God, and with time when I was with this man. I wanted this connection to be protected from my past. I wanted this connection to be good for me. Which I could say that everything is good for me, it’s life, created by God, it always has a purpose. But still, I just wanted it to have the space for this connection be different, fresh, and ultimately better than my past experiences. I thought I had to control life in order to experience the life that I wanted. Do you smell my lack of trust in God’s path coming off the screen??? I felt that in order to control the trajectory of this connection, that presence was key. What I was missing in all of this, was trust. I took on all of the weight of navigating this new part of my life as if I was the creator of it. I thought I was following new patterns… like waiting to sleep with him, asking more questions about him, consciously growing our connection, focusing on getting to know him, as a human being. I thought I knew exactly how to navigate this new love. But without trust in God, knowledge was nothing.

Over time, I lost focus on getting to know God. It was difficult to notice, because it happened so slowly. This man began to take up so much space in my heart, and I had so much focus on attaining what I thought would be the most special experience in my life, that I lost the thing that was truly the most special thing to me, my relationship with my creator. When I was introduced to two of this man’s best friends, I felt like our connection would definitely be long term. I began to develop a false sense of security. He wanted to introduce me to his kids soon, too.

Things were moving fast, faster than we both expected. On December 17th, after an emotionally difficult experience with my Mother, with whom I’ve had a complicated relationship with my entire life, this man and I went to Busch Gardens together. I was excited to forget about what had happened in the afternoon and do something fun. Why not make it even more fun with some sativa/Delta 8? The night was hazy. I threw up. I had unprotected sex that I wouldn’t exactly describe as consensual. But because of the way I felt about this man, I assumed we would have had sex in the future anyways. I let the night go. I wanted to move on. I didn’t want to see that things were headed in a negative direction.

Over the next two weeks, I couldn’t find any sort of calm. One moment I was completely anxious, the next I was detached and numb. I was spiraling. It was during this time that I felt God call me to spend the New Year’s Eve weekend in solitude. It was also conveniently during this time that I was asked to spend the weekend with these new people in my life. New Years Eve weekend was a weekend of alcohol, sex, delta 8, more alcohol, and other drugs, and now we’re here. I touched the lowest places my energy has every occupied in my life, and I know it was needed. I believe that God needed to wake me up to what’s really important in this life. Protecting my health is something I need to invite God to do for me. Protecting my brain, my mind, my perception is something I need to invite God to do for me. Protecting my heart, is something Jesus will do if I just let him hold my heart, instead of clutching onto it myself. I needed to place my trust in Him, to lean not on my own understanding.

5 Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
6 in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight.

Proverbs 3:5-6

I feel so changed from what I just experienced. So, in a way, I am grateful for the heartbreak I’m moving though, because God is now a bigger part of my life than I have ever seen Him be. I don’t waste my breath anymore on skipping over the truth. I know that I won’t compromise my character again. It’s okay to feel sad when you’re going through a break-up. It’s also okay to feel grateful, at peace, and relieved. There is so much to feel. I’m grateful God has gifted me with the opportunity to be alive with all of this. This life of mine is precious to me, and now, I know for sure, how precious my life is to Him too. There’s a plan for all of us, and God is always, always here.