Live Where You Love And You Will Love Where You Live

Close your eyes and imagine the most beautiful place in the world; a paradise in which you long to be… Now… GO!

I promise change is not as scary as it seems!

Everyday in Central America, people ask me where I’m from (“de dónde eres?”) and each day my love for my country (the one I live in, Nicaragua) gets stronger, is another day it gets harder to answer that question. I was born in New York City, but I don’t feel I am from there. I lived and loved in Florida, but I am not from there either. Never quite a city girl, I have a country heart! My wingspan grows with my courage and broadens my path around the world. The more I abandon fear, the greater my adventures!

Don’t pinch me. I am not on vacation. I sold what I could, I gave away the rest, my friends helped me a lot! I packed what I could carry and on October 16th, 2014, I flew home. Now, I live where I love. I am awake, and I am dreaming!

These pics are from my Christmas trip to Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica, where I’m visiting friends, but I have found my home in San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua. I have a guest house on a large farm by the beach and you can visit whenever you want!

My address for mail and packages containing raw almond butter (hint!) is as simple as my life here:
“Bianca Sultana
San Juan del Sur, Rivas, Nicaragua”
❤ Let me know if you send something, so I check at the post office.

Assassinate My Heart

I met him on Facebook. A friend of a friend of a friend, The Deejay from Tamarindo, a lover, an anomaly.

Day One. Not physically, nor mentally, to him was I attracted. Vastly contradictory, Day One, he was repellent to me. Hence, my humor when he disclosed of his intention to have me fall for him in love. In our first conversation he made me very uncomfortable. His field force-fully pushed out negativity. I am sensitive, I am gullible, I am soul full, I feed off the energy abounding me. You scared me, the dark power you had over me. I shut that door immediately. Of this, you knew, yourself confirmed; you felt me too. Now, looking back, conveniently, is this when you changed your strategy?

Insightfully, I hold the capacity to to see inwardly inside of me. Invite me, and in sight fully, but out of view, I have the ability to see inside of you. Distinctively, instinctively, I now see the greater world outside of me. It is with this ability I fell inside Day Three. But, was Three you? Or you reflecting me, to make good on some sick prophesy?

Day Two. An observer. You took note of me. I noticed you, noticing me.

Day Three. A flood of vulnerability, his tears tore right into me. Your eyes, now open wide and ocean blue, they invited me, I dived in eagerly. Now, tell me Three, were you You? Or were you Me?

Four days you were Day Three. A lover, a nurturer, Day Three was open and kind. Far from One and unlike Two, Three, you were, surprisingly, a LOT like me.

One. Two. Three. A tangled multidentity. Who, in hell, is he?

“Hey, Mister Deejay,” you played me. Quite literally…

You. Played. Me.

From this Cloud Forest in the sky, I see more clearly than had previously…

Three was Me.

Versed, you confessed, in trickery. The one honest tale you told to me.

A pawn in his-story, I fell just like in his prophesy. Magnetic was the K.I.S.S. that Sealed this deal. We moved tantrically, one BODY; So connected were we spiritually. I came with Me.

xob

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If any harm shall come to me, all the world, I summon, look to thee.