38 Quotes by Lali A. Love

I was floating, lost between the worlds. The familiar pull of dread took hold of me once again. Looming archetypal shadows lingered on the edge of my mind, crushing me beneath the sorrow.

The seed of knowledge that was planted by the Council had finally bloomed, revealing bits of information about the global events that were about to arise for our world.

My heart warmed, observing their beautiful, loving auras. They held hands throughout the evening, demonstrating their affection. The teasing elicited smiles and rosy blushes from Flynn, demonstrating happiness and tranquility from Zax. It was a sight to behold! What a transformation since his liberation.

Her aura stuck in my mind like sticky toffee, trying to massage and process the information. As I observed the chaos of my thought patterns, a feeling of foreboding doom was about to unfold in our reality.

The genetic history of his father’s family of origin seemed to be frequently plagued with curses, menacing secrets, and unresolved conflicts of his patriarchal bloodlines, transmitted through their DNA.

In many spiritual cultures, it is believed that sacred fire burns low-frequency energies from the spirit and the lower levels of our consciousness. It consumes old, limiting perceptions of the belief that structure our thought patterns and thereby control our emotional responses to life’s experiences, allowing us to move to new, and higher concepts of reality.

There was so much dark, negative energy surrounding Dragan’s family and his paternal ancestral bloodline. These dark influences seemed to have attached to his father’s existence through his cruel and violent upbringing.

Lilac fell in love with the village of Positano. It had such incredible healing energy and positive vibes. The ambiance there moved her, and she understood why she had been receiving messages from the universe to come to this magical place. She sensed an imminent divine intervention but didn’t realize its magnitude at the time.

The sun was about to set in Jerusalem, and as dusk approached, Dragan hid in the back alley of Davit’s dingy office. The air was thick from the humidity of the day, and Dragan could taste the sweet blood of revenge.