The Angel ~ Love, Sex And Poetry


IMG_4187.JPGThe Angel ~ Love, Sex And Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

The Angel of Mercy
Came to me
And I being
A lost traveler
Did not understand
The purpose
Of her visit
The roads
I have taken
Have led me
So far
From your love
That I
Believed there
Was no way to return

In retrospect
I know I turned
From you
Because of ignorance
I was blinded
By anger
And I needed
To blame you
Because there wasn’t
Anyone else
You could have
Prevented my destruction
If you chose

I slide further
Into the abyss
And you
Slipped further
From my grasp
Not knowing
Where to put my trust
I put my trust
Into false Gods
At least I knew
The danger
They represented
They would never
Make me a fool
For I sheilded
My soul
From their view

So, where exactly
Where you when
I was courting the devil?
Did you
See me beguiled
By his smile?
Did you know
I was under
The spell of his
How did it feel
To see me
Embrace your enemy?
Did you cry
When I took
Him to my bed?
His hands were wicked
His touched
Kept me oppressed
His control
Made me helpless
His possession of my soul
Gave him power
He was so masterful
And his wickedness
Was so intoxicating
That I was too weak
To avoid
The temptation
Of his touch

The Angel Of Mercy
Was a sorcerer herself
She too
Knew how to seduce a lover
She was perhaps
A better lover
Than the Prince Of Darkness
Because she loved
Instead of controlled
As the tips of her wings
Brushed my body
I succumbed
To the pleasure
Of her touch
Just as I did
When the fingers
Of hell
Led me into
The darkness
Of my own soul

I surrender
My mind, body and soul
To the Angel
For the hope
Of returning
To your love
The love I rejected
As I laid
With Satan
In his bed
Of despair

Ashamed of my betrayal
I claim
My love and fidelity
To you openly
I now know
It is only
By your touch
I will ever be free
(C) 1995 Linda A. Long ~ All Rights Reserved

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Life Is Best When Lived Passionately 

It is been an interesting week. I’ve been receiving a lot of intuitive messages.

On Sunday, I practiced Kundalini Yoga, meditated and chanted for protection and projection from my Heart Chakra. I was working to strengthen my aura so I would not be affected by the energy of others. While I was meditating, I could see angel wings in my mind’s eye. When I was done, I pulled out my watercolors and painted the angel in the artwork attached to this post. You can see her head is facing down to the right, she has red lips, blue wings, a blue heart and a yellow glow.

Since painting this I’ve been feeling energy around me. I’ve been receiving many repetitive number sequence messages(111,444,555), I’ve had dreams of conversations with deceased loved ones, I’ve found coin in strange places and I keep hearing the words LOVE in my ear ~ LOVE.

I talked to my Mother this morning. She said, “March 9th is tomorrow. Are you doing ok honey?” I felt the ground under my feet shift as my stomach did a flipflop. It all made sense. March 9th, tomorrow, is the 18th anniversary of my beloved sister, Sandy’s death. Intuitively I must have known my Mom would give me the answer I needed. That’s why I felt like I had to talk to her urgently(as soon as she woke up).

When I Mom and I hung up, I had to rush into a couple of meetings. It wasn’t until later in the day that I allowed myself to think about my sister. She is the angel who has been around me. She’s been talking to me and directing me. I was so busy chatting up God, I wasn’t talking to her. As I walked a couple of miles tonight, I remembered the above poem I wrote in 1995 after a bad depression. It represented the battle for my soul between God & Satan. These days Satan doesn’t stand a chance. God is my BFF, I have angels directing my actions and protecting, I am better at managing my sensitivites and I’ve embraced my intuitive gifts. I talk to angels!

To my beloved sister and angel, Sandy: Everything I am today is because you loved me. I made you a promise as I held your hand during those final hours. I promised to be the best Linda I could possibly be. I promised to believe in myself and my gifts. I promised to grow into a strong woman and live the life you were denied. I promised to make you proud. After screwing around for about 12 or so years after you died, I finally got my act together and started living up to my promise.That day, that last face to face conversation with you is my motivation every day. It is the fire in my soul. Anyone who loves me will have to know my life is going to make a difference. I made a promise and I will work until my last breathe to keep it.

Visitation Dream

I’m not feeling particularly creative this week. I haven’t written any poetry since earlier in the week. Nothing is wrong. It’s just no words of poetry are coming to me. The creative Chi isn’t flowing as it normally does. Therefore, I am writing journal entry style blog to help get rid of the clutter in my head and move some things along.

I’m kind of surprised my creativity is not flowing this week. I’ve had stimulation from “Preppy Muse” that normally would have sparked a good sex poem. It sparked some good afternoon fantasies but words did not jump out of my head into my blog.

I’ve been very keeping good spiritual practices too which normal helps creative flow. I’ve been meditating, smudging, repeating mantras and allowing myself space to breathe. While all of my spiritual efforts have grounded me quite nicely, the relaxed vibe hasn’t risen any sexy prompts for poems. One of the benefits of the grounding practices I’ve been doing is that I’m not really picking up any emotional issues from others. As an Empath, I often get bombarded with heavy energies. It can be stressful and overwhelming for me. I think I’ve been able to tune the emotions of others out so well this week because I am feeling very grounded. I’ve been able to focus my energies more because I feel steady and strong.

When I got home last night, I turned on my Salt Lamps which are good for counteracting the overstimulation of electronics. Ive been sleeping better since I started using the Himalayan Salt Lamps for a few hours each night. The give off a very soft pretty light and they good for indoor air quality too. Follow the link to learn more about Himalayan Salt Lamps, I also burned some Sage last night to smudge, clean the energy, in my condo. I slept great and then I had a visitor😄👻😇

While I was sleeping, I started to have the sensation that someone was bouncing on my bed. Someone was moving my arm and telling me to get up and then I heard bells ringing. The interesting thing was I could not open my eyes or move. It was then I heard someone saying, “Linda, yes it’s me. I know you can hear me.” Half asleep but feeling kind of awake I found myself at the bottom of the staircase in my Mother’s home. I thought it was my Mother calling to me. As I started to walk up the stairs I realized it was my deceased sister, Sandy, standing at the top. I said her name. We both started crying as I walked up the stairs. By the time I got to the top, we both were telling each other how much we missed each other. As I went to embrace her, my arms went through her but I could feel her wrap her arms around me. She took me to a room. It looked like her old bedroom. And she told me she lived there now. She just wanted to see me. She said something to me but I couldn’t hear what she said. Then I heard her say, “about that, maybe you should do both of them at the same time.” I asked her what she was talking about. But I started waking up. I felt the bed move again. The bells rang again. And I slowly opened my eyes. It was 4:00am.

This isn’t the first time this has happened to me and I’ve accepted it won’t be the last. Visitations from deceased loved ones while dreaming is quite normal. However, it usually only happens to people who are open and ready for it. I hope she comes to talk to me every night and actually I hope she brings my Dad along with her sometime. The vision and her voice was as clear as if she was standing right in front me. I think keeping myself grounded with good spiritual practices is also helping my sixth sense be more receptive. For more information on Visitation Dreams,

Well, hopefully some poetry will tomorrow now that I got the clutter out of my head. It’s only 7:00pm and I’m having a hard time staying awake. I got a lot of sun today and it’s making me sleepy😄😴
(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
Life is best when lived passionately
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Photo Credit Unknown. found on Google image search.

Music: “Because You Loved Me” ~ Celine Dion

Pennies From Heaven

It’s a common belief by spiritual practioners that finding coins in your path is actually Spirit communicating with you. I remember hearing that a long time ago. But, I forgot about it until just recently.

It’s been my practice to use my strong instincts and intuitive nature to make important decisions for myself. I find I’m happier this way and I make better decisions. Additionally, I’ve noticed in the last year that my intuitive gifts and my abilities to receive messages from Spirit has stregthened. A good friend who is a professional Psychic told me it’s because I’m open to them and they know I hear them. She also told me I’ve always had the gift. I just never really accepted it, trusted it or nurtured it. In the last year, I’ve been nurturing it and have noticed it strengthening.

In recent weeks I’ve been feeling like big changes are coming in my life. It almost feels like God is getting me ready for something. Choices are being laid before me and I’ve been called to trust my ability to make good decisions.

Last Monday morning I asked my deceased sister, Sandy, a question related to work. I said to her, “Give me a sign. Yes or no. I need a yes or no. Then I’ll know what to do.” The question I asked was “Am I meant to be here – in this place, doing this work and with this man?”

Around 10:00am I found a brand new shiney 2015 Penny with Heads facing up under my work chair. I rolled over it. At first I didn’t think much about it and then I remembered Pennies From Heaven😉 My Psychic friend told me earlier this year that 2015 was a big year for me and someone close to me. Big changes; good changes. She told me my whole life would change for the better by the end of this year. I took the 2015 Penny as confirmation of what she said. I also intrepreted finding it on Heads as, “Yes, you are meant to be there, doing that work, in that place with that man.” 😄👍

In the last of couple months a few friends have been encouraging me to buy a condo in the building I live in now. I love it here. But, I’ve been reluctant to buy as I feel like more is coming to me. The last week I let my rational mind control me. I actually started thinking about working with a realtor. This was on my mind all morning. As I drove home I asked Spirit, “What do you think, Yes or No? Is it a good idea for me to buy a condo?”

I was in my bedroom changing my clothes to go for a walk on the boardwalk. I moved my purse off the dresser to find my keys. It was then I saw something shiney under my Himaylian Salt Lamp. I found another shiney new 2015 Penny but this time it was on Tails. I took a picture of it because I couldn’t believe it. At that moment I heard in my heart my sister say, “more is coming. You deserve more. 2015!” Finding the penny with Tails facing up meant NO. Don’t buy yet. More is coming. WOW😄👻

Spirit you are welcomed to chat with me unless I tell you I want privacy😉 And, I absolutely love the Penny thing👍😄

Keep your eyes open for your own messages. Your angels and guides are trying to help you. Trust that little voice. Believe in that strange coincidence. Know you are loved and your guides are trying to protect you. Lastly, be on the lookout for coins. Spirit especially likes to toss coins to get your attention.

(C) 2015 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved
Life is best when lived passionately
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Here’s the penny I found earlier today👍😄
The Music is, of course, “Pennies From Heaven”. I chose Sarah Vaughn as I love that old style sound.