The power of Birthday Magic unleashed

The power of Birthday Magic

Birthday Magic

Birthday magic. My life has taken a big turn after leaving  behind all I had, this is not an easy choice as I once felt like all I needed was my friends. Now realising I need to learn to love myself and the rest will come naturally fall into place.

MINDFULNESS IS ABOUT OBSERVATION WITHOUT, JUDGEMENT, AND BEGING COMPASSIONATE WITH YOURSELF.

 

I have a need to understand past experiences and to heal my body. Yes today is my birthday and feeling blessed with who is around my presence at the moment and all the magic happy birthdays I have received.

Happy birthday

A perfect birthday is different for all

yes I have been a wild child in my past

simple things in life that make the heart beat is the most important to me.

You can do any thing in your life, your choice.

achievement

we must think of what I have achieve and the choices I made to be in a happy place for myself and yes lots of people struggle.

I look and see that lots of people like to complain but still sit in there security of unhappiness.

What I have done has been bloody hard facing my own demands and finding the truth, but Birthdays can be made into what you want.

This time in my life it is hard to explain but it is all falling into place every thing is perfect yes in my eyes.

I have family, I am creating independence with work and enjoying looking out at my paradise I can call my home.

it feels like paradise a healing place for the soul, that is my home.

http://pandorasdiary.com.au/home-is-to-heart-belongs/

Birthday whishes’ can be an illusion.

I have still got lots to do and achieve and make this flow all the way. I will never stop working on myself and my dreams.

love to help others find them self and happiness towards their dreams in life that is my passion.

we all need to take a step back and look at how far we have come, what we have achieved and be happy with that.

You can achieve any thing you like.

http://thehifilife.com/top-5-personal-achievement-blogs/

The key to myTransition Times

The key to my Transition Times

Things have turned for me, my life is a lot more active, finding purpose and direction.

Don’t get me wrong I have had a huge thing to deal with, and my Friends and family ask how am I coping with this?  I guess it is something I am putting off facing and slowly have been. But having lots of dreams, which is making me face it but not in the real world.

I have been reading lots, which is taking me through an enlightenment journey. It may seem strange to some, it is something I have always felt in my heart. Continue reading “The key to myTransition Times”

Mum’s story Part 2

This is my real mum’s story part 2

I started working with Boffa’s salon Saturday mornings while I was still at school, then I was offered an apprenticeship when I was 15 years of age just finished school. George and I lived in Chatswood , then moved to Milson’s point, then to Tasmania a mining town called Savage River. There was a general store, garage and pub that’s all I can remember one of every thing. we had a three bedroom house with cheap rent. There wasn’t a lot to do but we had lots of party’s at the pub and I had a little room in the house where I did hair. So when there was a party on I was really busy and then I fell pregnant. Continue reading “Mum’s story Part 2”

The Past Abuse

Wow, where to begin. As I am trying to think of which bad experience to right about, my neck starts to tighten and my throat feels like someone is choking me, my mouth is filling with saliva not knowing what to say, so I am going to start with what came up when I was self coaching myself the other day.

I use to get called dumb and stupid a lot, this was when I was around 12 years old (well I remember it always happening) by my step brother and then I married into that, how does that work? the fears and disbeliefs we go through as a child we carry that into our adult hood, unless we learn to stand up and believe in our selves,  we will still keep attracting it.

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The Dirty House

Yes this is the house I grew up in, the high school days. My sister nick named it the “dirty house” which I never could see it as dirty only a poor house. The house was just off a busy main road slightly lower than the road, on a hill. It was a normal looking house front, door in the middle, with windows either side of the door, the kind of one you see in kids stories. A little garden at the front. Off to the left as you stand facing the front door was a big tree and a concrete hill under the tree, this is an important spot my foster mum and we used to sit at night until dad, who would be drunk, stopped abusing my foster mum and he  fell asleep.

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