my story unfolding
aka the life of
wiesje christine verpeut
So the sun seared her face into her soul.
There she sat — bound to the tree by the cords of the universal laws of fairness.
Her mouth silenced by truth.
“This was my last chance to get you, girl,” he shouted.
“I know you won’t listen to me again!”
And there she stayed. Still giggling. Still burning.
The tree gave no shadow —
so the sun seared her face into her soul.
That evening,
she would look tanned.
Am i not the daughter of a carpenter?
I don’t live in lack.
But I also don’t live in excess.
There is no overflow that would distract me
or tempt me away from the essence of Being.
One thing I’ve come to admire deeply
about this simple life my soul leads me in,
is the way it invites creative living with finances.
I like that.
The fact that you can’t just do everything your mind desires,
but that you are gently drawn back
into surrender.
Into trust.
Speak ye! or be forever silent! 😂😘
Every day I wake up on this planet
is just grace.
A surprise.
A silent invitation.
No matter what’s waiting,
no matter what unfolds —
it’s not mine to define.
But mostly, I realised this:
I’ve made peace with death.
But the day death makes peace with me…
I’ll be gone.
The seeker must die!
The seeker must die!
To the one who seeks:
There is nothing to seek.
There is nothing to find.
There is only nothing.
The mind resists it.
The souls rests in it.
Honeybunny time is funny
**"They said the Christ would return.
But not many truly recognized him the first time—
even now, they build illusions and beliefs around a name they never truly saw.
But what if Christ came back as a woman?
What if she is already here?
And what if we are all that Christ?"**
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I CAN’T IMAGINE … but then i do …
I’m shifting this website into something new—perhaps a blend of a diary and a blog.
At least for as long as it interests me.
Because let’s get one thing straight:
I don’t write for you to read.
I write because my soul wants to write.
And when the soul speaks, it doesn’t ask for an audience.
Yet, if you are here reading this, know this:
The one who writes and the one who reads are ONE and the same.
This is not a place to consume content or engage in superficial talk.
This is a place where words reflect back to you what you already know deep inside,
but maybe have not yet fully realized.
