This song reminds me better times. Imagine it´s mid of 1990´s and you are in car with your parents and heading for weekend trip while your listening this great song.
Why do I come back again and again to a song that I don’t remember ever finding exactly. One might think that I mean all of those songs we feel suddenly and hard that remind us of “that ex” or that time of that thing here on Earth: Nope. This is different. Something about the 7s is hitting me hard as well. I am so in the middle of the past and future and what is 3D and what is my faith-faith safest in that my girls are safe when I love them by feeling okay despite so much and playing it away and away-but it’s hard. Life is hard. We will be safe and I will feel somehow connected on the earth in a way that loves back after so much trauma. But - I’m in and out still. And this is that. Not the nostalgia that hurts. It’s like a nostalgia that sustains me until I can see and feel relevant to a partner here again-if that happens. Loss after loss for being myself and attracting a whole lot of good until somehow a Jeckyl and Hyde got in. I have no blame or desire to blame, see any more pain or move unless into a literal major upgrade that I’m moved into to heals my two girls and myself. That is biblical this is redemption. This is not a pipe dream or a fantastic my or an effort- all this anything is possible is true. The woman have value ha true also. They were 1 and 3. I feel my abuser taking custody at last to destroy at their ages then 7 and 10 - as if they are chattel at the absolute end of 8 years of litigation - it’s slavery and trafficking and wow do we all like like one dumb nation to a girl who worked so she and cared for it. Who the hell cares. Call it family court So tired of irony and railing and pain and labels and my story your story. This song is GENIUS. So channeled. Thank YOU to all that made it be. But it is the exhausting highs and lows of realizing my way home to the sovereign being that I am in 3D matrix BS that this has felt always relevant. Is it something about being born in 1977 that attracts the energy of a song 74-75. I am a mystic. It’s messed up what I can know but this boggles my mind. I can’t stay that calm guided unattached being when I hear this. So when I’m sick of energy that I can read but has made me sick I put it on. I have felt nostalgic or that sort of missing something I couldn’t since probably since birth. In my memory since 1. I can recall too much and the present moment was mostly noise. It’s not just nostalgia. I can list 1010 song that make me cry over ex boyfriends or partners or periods in my life I felt free or moved. But this is less of an attached high- it’s fluid and stays in me. I think of it as like a sage. It’s as if it’s saying time is not even real or ticking or special to look back or forward about. It’s over. What I don’t understand is that I don’t even remember landing on this one but the only one I come back to like any middle schooler attempting Stairway to Heaven. This is something dude. Over and over and over. Haha. This like that is not nostalgia but a force for me. I I was a born in 1977 and I imagine that I discovered it around 2015. No one had it on in my experience. It moves me though as nostalgia but more helpful-it’s like when I’m in a state of total inertia and ego death that sorta hurts my soul can start it’s okay-you can feel-just realize there’s no pain or loss really in that. Same good mysterious part. No pain. And that is amazing. Thank you Connells. Thanks anyone who feels me. This is pure this creation and this collaboration. Xo
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Just...magical!
Queridos ochentas , hermosa adolescencia donde todo sueño era, posible!!! Hoy todo quedó en en el sueño! Besos para toda mi generación. Uruguay ❤
This song reminds me better times. Imagine it´s mid of 1990´s and you are in car with your parents and heading for weekend trip while your listening this great song.
That sounds great .
Mój piękny czas 🥰
Tuyệt 👋🌷
A gimnáziumi találkozó
Angelique pronk 😘💋💞
Why do I come back again and again to a song that I don’t remember ever finding exactly. One might think that I mean all of those songs we feel suddenly and hard that remind us of “that ex” or that time of that thing here on Earth: Nope.
This is different. Something about the 7s is hitting me hard as well. I am so in the middle of the past and future and what is 3D and what is my faith-faith safest in that my girls are safe when I love them by feeling okay despite so much and playing it away and away-but it’s hard. Life is hard. We will be safe and I will feel somehow connected on the earth in a way that loves back after so much trauma.
But - I’m in and out still. And this is that. Not the nostalgia that hurts. It’s like a nostalgia that sustains me until I can see and feel relevant to a partner here again-if that happens.
Loss after loss for being myself and attracting a whole lot of good until somehow a Jeckyl and Hyde got in. I have no blame or desire to blame, see any more pain or move unless into a literal major upgrade that I’m moved into to heals my two girls and myself. That is biblical this is redemption. This is not a pipe dream or a fantastic my or an effort- all this anything is possible is true. The woman have value ha true also. They were 1 and 3. I feel my abuser taking custody at last to destroy at their ages then 7 and 10 - as if they are chattel at the absolute end of 8 years of litigation - it’s slavery and trafficking and wow do we all like like one dumb nation to a girl who worked so she and cared for it.
Who the hell cares. Call it family court So tired of irony and railing and pain and labels and my story your story. This song is GENIUS.
So channeled.
Thank YOU to all that made it be.
But it is the exhausting highs and lows of realizing my way home to the sovereign being that I am in 3D matrix BS that this has felt always relevant. Is it something about being born in 1977 that attracts the energy of a song 74-75. I am a mystic. It’s messed up what I can know but this boggles my mind. I can’t stay that calm guided unattached being when I hear this. So when I’m sick of energy that I can read but has made me sick I put it on.
I have felt nostalgic or that sort of missing something I couldn’t since probably since birth. In my memory since 1. I can recall too much and the present moment was mostly noise.
It’s not just nostalgia. I can list 1010 song that make me cry over ex boyfriends or partners or periods in my life I felt free or moved.
But this is less of an attached high- it’s fluid and stays in me. I think of it as like a sage. It’s as if it’s saying time is not even real or ticking or special to look back or forward about. It’s over.
What I don’t understand is that I don’t even remember landing on this one but the only one I come back to like any middle schooler attempting Stairway to Heaven. This is something dude. Over and over and over. Haha.
This like that is not nostalgia but a force for me. I I was a born in 1977 and I imagine that I discovered it around 2015. No one had it on in my experience. It moves me though as nostalgia but more helpful-it’s like when I’m in a state of total inertia and ego death that sorta hurts my soul can start it’s okay-you can feel-just realize there’s no pain or loss really in that. Same good mysterious part. No pain. And that is amazing. Thank you Connells. Thanks anyone who feels me.
This is pure this creation and this collaboration. Xo
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This is way too accurate
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