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Red Roses In Water

Stories...The ones we tell ourselves, and those we tell others, what form & make the world go round.  This one is about the arrival. Arrival to the present moment, for a couple of souls who have been bumbling around for lifetimes together, those in this incarnation, called:

Manj & Benjamin Moazzez. 

Writing #2 

...and we continue

Writing #1, Breaking Old Patterns

I start this piece, sharing how this all came about. 

This is a powerful day in the Mayan Tzolkin calendar - 27, February, as we are mid way through/in the heart of it, also known as "Zero Time (27 & 28th).  Zero time is followed by the day out of time. (Christina Papageorgiou)

BIG BIG BIG energy day! I awoke ready to do what was needed: Transmute an old pattern, send it back to where it came from - LIGHT.  That happened with a karma clearing mantra whilst still in bed, followed by ice cold shower,  feet on earth with invocations, and tree connecting. Then came meditation, to Brainsynch (an app by Kelly Howell), and this here automatic writing. As soon as I remembered to write with my left hand, (non-dominant), writing both right to left and then left to right, backwards, I went automatic.

That said, here is what follows In My Temple, with my Gods :

"You are the best room-mate I've ever had."

I knew before he asked me to move out, that that was the case, but the circumstances were very different. 

I was on the move, just over a year in Canada at that time, having returned due to Covid. That though, was the story until then, the new story is to come. 

...The story of Benjamin and I, a story that could have turned dark easily, but our perseverance kept us strong, our faith walked us forward and upwards. 

A doctor in chemistry,  (The Alchemist),  turned mortgage broker, a mortgage broker turned baker. Once an Alchemist, always an AlChemist. 

Life never went sour for the man I walk by. 

"I'd rather die today doing what I could put off until tomorrow," he once said, and that is his essence. 

Relentless faith is the infinity symbol which encircles us. 


Old patterns, resurfaced, on money, a was looming and for the second month-unpaid. 

I promised there was something lined up for me, but the timing of it all was off. I got and declined that job months later, so a fibber, I was not. Hopeful I was.  

Alas, unless in a state of despair, hope, in my most humblest opinion (and based on far too much experience!), is, for beggars. 

Before We Commence, Writing from 27 December,  2013~

In My Temple, with my Gods


So, I made it back.
I finally returned to London Canada, where my parents reside, after 2 years, (though I've not had a Christmas with them for 8 years).

"I am in my temple with my Gods- I am home with my parents."

The above quote came to me whilst meditating the first morning after I awoke. It felt a little weird to be back, though very good, and I prolonged in my old bed, in my old room, giving thanks for the warm welcome back.

From the moment I decided I would come here, I knew it was going to be different than any other time.
It is different. My parents have grown. Closer to one another, healthier, more affectionate. I observe my father and am wowed by him. That'll be a whole separate post, because it's just too amazing.
They're too amazing, my folks.

Now then, I feel different.
I knew I was coming home to heal after a very tough 2013. I'd been in pieces for the past couple of months, and felt being here, was going to be very cathartic. It is.  Well, it's a mixed bag of everything, to be honest.

Only just today, a week into my visit, with intense headaches, tears, love, I able to put into words the swirl of energy that I'm feeling. Once again, the puzzle pieces of my life are falling into place. Funnily enough, whilst writing, I'm listening to the Argo soundtrack, & what seems like the theme song for my last relationship, just started to play.. I can see the credits rolling in my head....
Manj Carthigaser as Maruska/Munjeet
The X, as the X
Zincica/Zinko (our cat) as The Healer
Carmen/Karma (our dog) as The Free Spirit

Along with the credits, roll a couple of tears. Happy tears, that is, for trusting that everything is the way it supposed to be.  That chapter is finished and my book continues.
It's in this grand temple, with my Gods, that without  them even saying a word, just being in their presence, they glue back the pieces of me.  I'm coming together again, with the finest glue you'll ever see, that which came from them, and has always been a part of me.

Thanks Dad & Mom and my Grandma too, for your love & support in the best way you know how to give it. I accept it all in whatever form it comes. One love.

(To my surrogate family in Slovakia- all my sisters, my angels, my father, much love to you too).

Breathing in "now," breathing out the past. Loving, forgiving, accepting, being.

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