<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37354586</id><updated>2025-12-22T22:09:29.514+08:00</updated><title type="text">Shadow Soul</title><subtitle type="html">The tranquil, fading whispers of a goddess who emerged from her labyrinth.</subtitle><link href="http://nightbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37354586/posts/default?alt=atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://nightbelle.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37354586.post-2381446737660418999</id><published>2015-10-31T15:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-10-31T16:32:35.616+08:00</updated><title type="text">Farewell</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you for your time. I have made very important friends and "enemies" (teachers) through the notoriety I've earned in this journal, through years of shadow work, here and in many previous forms of this person known to me as The Shadowsoul.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;The time has come. The Shadow soul has died and rose from its own ashes in the form of a bright, bright light. I have reincarnated in the world wide web, but I am no longer in shadows. I have been redeemed by the only thing that matters the most in life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;. If you wish to stay connected, you can reach me...maybe. I may find a way to bridge this person to my&amp;nbsp;new-found&amp;nbsp;light, soon. But bye for now.&amp;nbsp;Don't waste another second of your life, just love, do nothing else. Xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Much love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Having the calm-before-the-storm moment, nothing is wrong technically, but nothing also feels right. You can feel something huge is about to happen to you, so much so you can almost taste it, and yet you have no idea what that may be?&lt;br /&gt;
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That's how my life is now. I can go on and on and rant about needless stuff such as menial daily living matters but no, this long kept journal is a memento of the tides and fireworks and deaths of this soul that is me now.&lt;br /&gt;
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So yes, i am nursing one giant massive larger than life dream and i absolutely don't know how to get there but I will put in the work and i will get there, again, just as i did my previous one.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The Heart Wants What the Heart Wants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Are you staying to keep the fire of the torch of passion you're holding alive, surrender to it, or for mere emotional investment? How can you trust your instinct and gut when every pore and every atom in your body is colored with desire? Is this a breakthrough or a mere repetition of old habit? God and Goddess help me. I can't keep destroying my life again and again. I cannot keep dying again and again.&lt;br /&gt;
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All I need is love.&lt;br /&gt;
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Especially love for myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been told i am living a life many can only dream of.&lt;br /&gt;
People don't know what I had to go through.&lt;br /&gt;
People don't know what demons i am fighting now.&lt;br /&gt;
Doubt they will still dream of this life.&lt;br /&gt;
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For years now my heart only wishes and hopes for the one thing.&lt;br /&gt;
The one thing i cannot seem to have.&lt;br /&gt;
Fuckin irony. Universe has a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;



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