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         Recommend 10/10 I had recently ventured to Namaste BookShop on 14th st. in the city in search of sage and incense. While I was browsing I came across this gem, How to heal toxic thoughts. The name hooked me in because I recently began my journey of healing and it just so happens that this was the direction I was already headed. I bought it and began reading it as soon as I got home.  This book really opened my eyes and challenged some of my limiting beliefs around the power energy holds. In the book Sandra Ingerman focuses on the power behind our energy. She brings to light the transactions taking place spiritually between ourselves, each other, and the universe subconsciously. The visual exercises she provided helped me immensely. She helped me realize that just by showing up with love you are helping all life around you. Not only does she talk about reactions, projections, transmuting energy, the power of presence, toxic trig
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METAMORPHOSIS

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                                                                 Artwork by Yinkore I met him in a dark place With fresh wounds and bruises from the beating I’d escaped that year He cleansed and kissed each wound gently  Leaving his fingerprint embedded within my skin With every touch he unlocked a piece of me and always took some for himself  Till there were only crumbs left, and yet I still let him take what he needed  Leaving me in debt  All for what reason, because I wasn’t taught to protect what’s mine at all costs Or maybe even because I’m mourning the lack of affection my mom gave me from a young age  So I accept any offers coming my way and he, saw my value and low balled me anyways because he saw the condition I was in So he figured he could fix me up and make me the perfect person for him That’s when I drew the line and began to define my love for me By Laila Smith
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SHAPE SHIFTER

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                                    Artwork by @lindaniellaart She resembles the ocean With tears as tasteful as the still glistening water while the sun sets along the surface of the sea She strains her organic self onto her tastebuds and tosses the constructed criticism of society Although a body of living organisms, she embodies fluidity Refusing to succumb to the ideal illusion of form or shape For she is no slave She’s taking up space Where her tides can crash and ripple to the rhythm of her heart By Laila Smith
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