NO ONE is a VICTIM here! NO ONE!

Hello world. The following was written 11/04/2018. The following was a response I made to brother’s sharing of their belief that men are victimizers and women are victims. That men are responsible for what it is a woman is thinking, feeling and experiencing. That the realization of self comes from sex and the enacting of sex. Siting this as the reason for our “Fear to Love”. My brother shares, “The Fear to Love The fear to love arises as a reaction to the experience of life in a loveless world. This is now a global neurosis which undermines the power of love. Love is a natural restorative and healer when free of the impediment of fear, and provides a sense of wellbeing that is constant and all-sustaining. Fear is synonymous with self. Self arises through sex, which becomes an unconscious negative force when unabated and able to control the mind and emotions of anyone it can possess. The fundamental cause of the fear to love begins very early in the drama of life. At birth the infant body enters existence, having absorbed the emotional stress of the mother from the placenta in the womb. This negative energy is actualised the Continue Reading

My brothers you have been taught and sold a LIE!

Hello world. The following was written 11/04/2018. I was invited into a group by my Husband. There was a brother who had asked for understanding of a situation they were continuously experiencing regarding love and sex. I found myself responding to their question and the questions of others within that group before I found myself muted and then removed from the group. It took less than 24 hours for the Ego to freak out at seeing Truth. A brother asks, “ At 53 yrs. old…men that meet me CONSTANTLY act loving…then after trying nearly, no, Im positive…they beg n whine for mere sex absolutely no promise of nurturing, protection nor love…all ages n races of men. I am still v. Open to receiving a loving man…Where is an honest caring kind man…I’ve been all over the world and SAME SCENARIO.” My response, “Hello my brother. The world has been filled with the seek and do not find. In seeking outside of you for Love you do not receive it. One must look within themselves if they are to find that which it is they are seeking. If you would have another love you Unconditionally you must Love YOURSELF Unconditionally first. Continue Reading

Sound

Hello world. The following was written back in the 90’s and shared online for the first time in 11/04/2013. Sound The music whispers, Flies in the wind at night. Dreaming under skies, Of moonlight; warm beauty. A twirling flower, A laughing moment! Love and dreams, Glowing celebration. Sabrina Reyenga Blessings on your journeys my brothers. Hugs and love. You are loved. I love you.

Why?

Hello world. The following was written back in the 90’s and shared online for the first time in 11/04/2013. Why? Have you ever wondered why? The sky is blue, children cry. When the bells begin to ring, Heavenly angels get their wings. Like the ticking of a clock, We hesitate at the knock. When it comes after one, You pray to God and his Son. Hoping some kids are having fun, It’s not the death of someone. Have you ever wondered why? It’s so hard to say goodbye. Why people try to hit that key, That they know they cannot sing. When you want to sit and think, Time goes by in a blink. So, next time you wonder why. Go ask God, “Why is why?” Sabrina Reyenga Blessings on your journeys my brothers. Hugs and love. You are loved. I love you.

Star Dust

Hello world. The following was written back in the 90’s and shared online for the first time in 2013. Star Dust When you are out late at night. You see the stars shining bright. Some are big and some a small. Some are near and some are far. Are they gas or are they stone? Could they be somebodies home? It is quite a mystery. This thing we call a galaxy. Each time we see them shining bright. We gasp with childish delight. Taught to wish upon a star. No matter how old you are. Taught to feel a bit of fright. To overwhelm our small delights. To fear what’s in this galaxy. When the universe is still to see. A game of chess, a dolls house. A jungle cats fearsome pounce. Each of these realities. Are not so real for those who see. What we call humanity. Is frailer then our morality. For if some day we do prevail. We may find that we are the dust, On the tip of a child’s finger nail. Sabrina Reyenga Blessings on your journeys my brothers. Hugs and love. You are loved. I love you.

Acceptance

Hello world. The following was written back in the 90’s and shared online for the first time in 11/04/2013. Acceptance Broken and battered, falling apart. Not even sure of where to start. Should I start with my broken bones? Or should I start with my broken home? A small little child precious and caring. Pushed aside for even daring. To obtain some affection. A measure of love. Feeling unwanted, lost, and alone. Looking for love in walls of stone. Giving freely of the body. Not understanding they are Somebody. Thinking by giving they shall receive. When all they get are more injuries. Some to their bodies. Some to their minds. Some to the souls. They leave behind. They don’t seem to realize it is a trend. They keep repeating over again. Looking for love in all the wrong places. Seeing a sea of swimming faces. Locked deep inside is the love that they need. For when I love myself, then someone else can love me. Sabrina Reyenga Blessings on your journeys my brothers. Hugs and love. You are loved. I love you.

Standing Near

Hello world. The following was written in 1996 and shared online for the first time on 11/04/2013. This is a poem written with a friend of mine named Shannon or as she called herself then Krymsin Poet and myself as Mystic Dreams. Shannon and I traded off writing the lines. She starts us off on this adventure. Standing Near K: Dropping from the tears are the roses of time M: One by one they fall in line K: Forming the walls and floors of our padded rooms M: Making us think our dreams have come true K: But the madman is there, playing our every move M: Distorting the sphere we move through K: And his angels with their broken wings M: Try to shelter us and still sing K: In our crumbled little balls we cry in fear M: As broken feathers shower near K: So let the psychotics dwell in their dimension M: While the angels show us none but ascension K: But I will always stay in my little ball And I’ll always feel my fear M: Until I grow from my childish awe For my angels are standing near. Krymsin Poet and Mystic Dreams (Sabrina Reyenga) Continue Reading

Fly

Hello world. The following was written in 1996 and shared online for the first time on 11/04/2013. I wrote this as I was sitting at a coffee house watching a group socially gathered in a circle outside. On the perimeter of this circle were a chosen few. They were part of the group yet they were not. Everyone was talking and laughing together. Yet the only time those on the perimeter were included in the banter was when someone would literally turn and say something directly to them. Otherwise they were largely ignored. It brought to mind the many times I myself stood in just such a place on the perimeter of a circle. Wanting to be a part of that circle deep in my soul. Fly Throughout my life I’ve seen a flaw. I’ve been the fly upon the wall. Sometimes spoken to but never received. In any circle socially. I watch and listen to old and young. Yet all tell me I am to old or to young. I will not let them see my pain. Some see me as to strange. Because I have an open mind. They tend to think I am blind. I will not Continue Reading