Jillian Lea

Dear Future Readers, About this medium, who is she? Her individual style who will Reach a wider public beyond Your typical circle But, the unknown circle Treasuring the seen future Her own ART WORLD What is POP ART? She's the NEW realist

Jillian Lea

TIME

Jillian Lea

1 min read

The time has not yet come It’s too early for us both But, I'm here. I'm absolutely here This is not our time Old emotions have been weighing on us I'm still by your side Time for sharing will come soon Feel my presence with clear eyes There is no doubt Signs in mirror hours Shine as you are right now No need to contact me directly Change how you communicate Many messages to be shared Our bond of love is still there You know me way home Take it

Poetry

Fantasy

A Sweet "Notice Me”

Jillian Lea

1 min read

Dear Unbeliever, In your mind you will see only me. If love is to be, your will shall be free. See this picture and make it be. An agreeable thing for me to see. I charge your power to guard and protect. Encircle me with luminus lignt; keep me safe both day and night. Animals and humans to stand side by side. Bring all into balance and heal with your lignt. I give you my thanks for uniting us again. Happiness and joy reign in this house. When the time to meet is finally here, you will hear me loud and clear. Turn around my fortune knowing that your financial life is setted and in balance. With love and light

Poetry

Fantasy

A Gift For You

Jillian Lea

1 min read

At last, I had hit on something My deathbed will carry the rest of the story One telephone call explained it all This only copy of the manuscript was gone forever Whose quiet memories eased The bitterness of endless illness A world that watched those memories Come to life in print and on the stage The path from anonymity to stardom

Poetry

Mystery

____ Told Me Before She Passed

Jillian Lea

1 min read

No matter where you are or what youre going through, always believe that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Just choose to focus on one thing at a time. Speak your truth even if your voice shakes. As time passes, nobody stays the same, but some people will still tell you that you have changed. Circumstances will direct you, correct you, and perfect you over time. When you get older you'll know the value of things, not the price. Understand that the greater part of your unhappiness is determined not by your circumstances, but by your attitude. Pay close attention to those you care about. Sometimes you have to let a person go so they can grow. Sometimes getting the results you crave means stripping yourself of people who don't serve your best interests. In the end, people wil judge you in some way. If you're looking for a happy ending, maybe it's time to start looking for a new beginning.

Poetry

Drama

Mr. Footloose

Jillian Lea

1 min read

I vow to you, To devote my life to resurrecting extinct passengers. This is the life we were born into. We have nine months. We will figure it out. Baby, we're way beyond. By paths shared, two hearts once divided, now become united. There are many realms that I can access and many entryways yet a popular mode of entry to the underworlds. Finding holes in trees and the earth leading to descending stairs. Imagining soaring higher and higher above the clonds. Even the galaxy is popular way to access the upper worlds. These worlds are filled with magical surprises and wisdom from where and who you'd least expect it.

Poetry

Science fiction

Welcome All and Gods Above

Jillian Lea

1 min read

May the blessing of the Goddess And all her Gods be upon you tonight I respected the Gods- if they existed And when suited to me I ask for their assistance Since I haven’t attended anything of this sort It had been years and years Today is the day on which we celebrated the end And the beginning of the great cycle The Great Goddess gave birth to her firstborn Her son, Lord of the Gods Love was brought into the world And it banished the chaos from the Gates You need to sit through the procession of the Gods Then you will be free at last Every year, nine children were chosen There was something charming to it If a child stopped before you You received the blessing of the God And the small gift the child carried as a symbol Of the Gods favor, pay atuention I bestow upon you this golden arrow As a symbol of your power and grace It was made of solid gold

Poetry

Fantasy