7/1/2023 0 Comments Lightspeed girls nikki![]() Up past the trees, the sky was dark and gray. Her father’s backpack was already covered in snow. Nikki bit out a larger piece of johnny cake. “The water never gon’ be as warm as back home, but it’s clean.” Didn’t like how the algae felt under my toes.” “When I was a kid,” he said, “I spent summers up here, and I would come out to this spot and play on the lake shore. Her father leaned against a tree, watching her. Nikki ineptly grabbed chunks of jerky and shoved them in her mouth. There were close calls with grisly men and people that had succumbed to madness, their mouths frothing, their eyes full of rage. They hunted and scavenged and stole what they could. And through snow: slick with cold rain, or knee high, or hard and crunchy under their feet. Then winding back roads overgrown with weeds. Then it was highways stretching up the east coast, spotted with migrants. Thomas on a small rusting dinghy with a bad motor they had barely survived the trip to Florida. They hadn’t had luck with islands in the past. Hadn’t they gone on this long-ass journey to be safe? Though she couldn’t imagine how an island in the middle of a lake was going to be their salvation. He looked a little panicked, though he was trying to hide the fact. “Not far now,” her father said, breathing heavily. She cleared a bit of the johnny cake and bit into it. She snatched the johnny cake from his hand and awkwardly fumbled with the foil wrapper, not daring to take off her gloves. He offered it to her as he drank water he kept in a pouch under his coat. He reached in and pulled out a johnny cake wrapped in foil and a plastic bag of moose jerky. Her stomach throbbed with menstrual pain. Then she slid down to the base in a heap. Nikki pushed her way to the tree line and then fell against a tree, sucking cold air into her hot lungs. They walked that entire day as Nikki groaned through wave after wave of pain. Two days ago, when Nikki was sick with her first bout of menstrual cramps, he didn’t even care enough to stop and let her rest. He had been like this a lot lately: pushy, over-eager, uncompromising. She clenched her teeth to stop them from clattering. She was on the verge of collapse, her knees buckling under her. She hugged herself, pressing the thick fabrics to her body, attempting to trap heat. They greased their lips with petroleum jelly. They had spiked snow boots and thermal leggings and ear muffs. They had found coats, gloves, scarves, and knitted caps in an abandoned Burlington Coat Factory. The lake stretched behind them in every direction, on the horizon a thin line of green where the surrounding snow-covered forest met the gray sky. Ahead of them was an island of snow-capped pine trees.Īfter hours of walking, the island-once just a small patch of green and white in the middle of the frozen lake-now loomed as an expanse of dense wilderness. He was a few feet in front of her, walking steadily against the wind. “When we reach the trees,” her father said. I am putting my whole self into this thing.so I hope you enjoy it! And here my series begins.“Can we stop?” asked Nikki, panting, her face tingling from the assault of the cold. Which, trust me, is nothin fancy, but I suppose that compared to sleeping under a might be just a lil' fancy after all! Just a side note.I am a HUGE DORk and alot of my videos are just going to be fun, light-hearted and may even have nothing to do with spirituality at all.some of my videos are a little intense and emotional. I am THRILLED to announce that I am slowly, but certainly SURELY, rebuilding my life, my self-esteem and my love and extreme appreciation for everything I DO HAVE RIGHT NOW. Sleeping under bridges, behind neighborhood entry signs, and in fields, became pretty normal for a while. ![]() This, and this alone, I believe, led me through a series of events that ended in me being literally HOMELESS. I became homeless after a series of unfortunate events, (which I realize looking back, were all due to my mindset at the time).I was doing EVERYTHING wrong and more importantly my THINKING was completely skewed. But as life went on, my studies and focus wavered and ended up becoming a very low priority on my list. Back in 2016 I was fully "in-tune" and, as Abraham (Esther) Hicks frequently refers t this as being "Tapped In, Tuned In, Turned On". The Law of Attraction is what I would call the closest thing I have to a religion, per-say. Personally, "The Universe" is the title that resonates with me the most. I have a bunch of videos I've been taking over the last few months.which have been some of the most tumultuous times IN MY LIFE! This is mainly due to the disconnection I was experiencing from The Universe.or what others might refer to as their "Spirit", "Higher Power"or "God". I know it's been since mid-2016 that I've posted anything online. ![]()
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