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AnotherUniverse · 41-45, M
ABSOLUTELY. It’s always been there. Won’t ever leave. 😊 @MarbleMarvel Do you? Describe it.
@AnotherUniverse very much so. I would describe it as a way to see beauty in everything. A knowing which generates it's own energy that ebbs and flows. Sometimes very intense and passionate, sometimes soft and nurturing. I've learned to harness it but never control it. It's best a little wild and messy, like most things. And also, an honesty so pure I had to learn the hard way how to protect it. Not without flaws and scars, but that is a beauty itself. I know I am safe, somehow.
Sorry that was a lot. A little caught in a storm and in the moment.
How would you describe yours?
Sorry that was a lot. A little caught in a storm and in the moment.
How would you describe yours?
AnotherUniverse · 41-45, M
@MarbleMarvel here goes…..
There’s a kind of magic I carry in my heart—something quiet but powerful, like an inner compass that always knows where north is, even when the world feels chaotic.
Since I was young, I’ve felt it—a subtle, undeniable awareness, like I can sense the hum of the universe beneath all the noise. It’s not about seeing the future in some dramatic way. It’s more like feeling the rhythm of things. I can catch the shift in the current before it happens, the way some people can smell the rain before it falls. It’s deep in my bones. A way of knowing that isn’t always logical or easy to explain—but it’s real.
That knowing tells me when to move and when to wait. When to lean in and when to let go. It guides my choices, helps me avoid what’s not meant for me, and draws me toward what is. I don’t force things. I listen. I adapt. And somehow, almost like magic, I end up exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Some might call it intuition. Others might call it alignment or energy. But to me, it’s magic. My magic. And it doesn’t shout. It whispers.
I didn’t learn it, I remembered it. It’s always been there. I swear. Sorry that was what spoke to me.
Also. I’m a wannabe writer.
There’s a kind of magic I carry in my heart—something quiet but powerful, like an inner compass that always knows where north is, even when the world feels chaotic.
Since I was young, I’ve felt it—a subtle, undeniable awareness, like I can sense the hum of the universe beneath all the noise. It’s not about seeing the future in some dramatic way. It’s more like feeling the rhythm of things. I can catch the shift in the current before it happens, the way some people can smell the rain before it falls. It’s deep in my bones. A way of knowing that isn’t always logical or easy to explain—but it’s real.
That knowing tells me when to move and when to wait. When to lean in and when to let go. It guides my choices, helps me avoid what’s not meant for me, and draws me toward what is. I don’t force things. I listen. I adapt. And somehow, almost like magic, I end up exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Some might call it intuition. Others might call it alignment or energy. But to me, it’s magic. My magic. And it doesn’t shout. It whispers.
I didn’t learn it, I remembered it. It’s always been there. I swear. Sorry that was what spoke to me.
Also. I’m a wannabe writer.
@AnotherUniverse Thank you for opening yourself. I understand and relate very much in my own ways 🖤
Do you wonder, what is it's source?
Why do some remember?
Do you wonder, what is it's source?
Why do some remember?
AnotherUniverse · 41-45, M
@MarbleMarvel I’ve always wondered where the source comes from, but it’s almost gravitational in its power some days.
@AnotherUniverse I find it thrilling