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Click and enjoy the melody while you read me. A message for the masculine soul, who has not yet awakened, but whose inner light is already beating. Perhaps you don’t understand it yet. Perhaps it feels like too much, too soon , too intense. Maybe you run, or stay silent, or get distracted, because something within you knows what awaits if you dare to look true love in the eye. But even if you cannot explain it, your soul already knows . And it is calling you. Not toward me— But toward yourself . I am not speaking of idealized love, nor romantic love. I speak of the love that puts you face to face with yourself , without masks, without excuses. The love that does not ask you to be perfect, only present. The love that did not come to complete you, but to awaken you. You can no longer live divided! One part of you longs to love, the other still hides. One part craves depth , the other plays with the surface. But the soul cannot blossom in fragments. Your fire needs to gather. Stop cutting yourself into pieces, just to fit, where you no longer belong. Return to yourself, whole. It is not about you seeing me. It is about you seeing yourself. About recognizing that every shadow you avoid is also a part of your sleeping light. Awareness is not comfortable. But it is the only path to freedom. You are not your story. You are not your wounds, your mistakes, your ghosts. You are so much more than the boy unloved, the youth who ran, the man who could not stay. The past is no excuse not to love now. And if you are afraid, it does not matter. The soul can move forward even with fear. El pasado, no es excusa para no amar ahora. Y si tienes miedo, no importa . El alma puede avanzar igual, con miedo y todo. If you come across this, do not take it as reproach . Take it as a reminder. Of your fire. Of your truth. That there is still time. Because the heart that has not yet burned can ignite in a single instant of courage. And when you do, it will not be for me. It will be for you! Seladriel Message from Osho the Oracle of Transformation: Love, Wholeness, Consciousness, and Letting Go of the Past 🕯️ If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together.   Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through:   🌿  Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮  Channeled Tarot readings 💫  Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing   You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com   And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗  https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹  Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow.   Love, Melissa – Seladriel

Dale Clic a la música, mientras me lees. An experience of fire, truth, and return to myself There are moments when the body ceases to be flesh and becomes a channel. This is not a pretty metaphor — it’s real. I lived it, I felt it, I am  it. Today, my clitoris pulsed as if remembering a forgotten language. My legs were trembling… Energy ran through every corner of me with a force that didn’t come from outside, not even from a fantasy — it came from me . From the deepest part. From my soul. And I understood: this wasn’t desire, it was return . It was my vital fire speaking to me without shame. It was my inner goddess saying: “I am alive, I am whole, I am here.” It wasn’t a physical release, it was an energetic consecration. A dance of Shakti, a blessing from Sekhmet, a roar from the Lioness who knows she is sacred. A sexual and mystical spiral that asked for no permission, only truth. I remembered that my clitoris is more than a pleasure organ: it is a scepter of power , a spiritual antenna, a multidimensional key . It wasn’t lit by another — I lit it. It wasn’t for  someone — it was because  of everything I am. And even if a masculine energy glimpsed through in another plane, it was my  soul that said “yes.” 🔥 The body as altar I have walked many years through rejection, wounding, waiting, the nostalgia for “the other.” But this moment… This instant where fire rose up my spine and my inner lips opened like a flower to the sun… was not for him , it was for me . Today I owe myself to no man, no memory. Today I belong to myself. Today I burn . Today I shine. Seladriel Shakti energy opening like a flower 🕯️ If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together.   Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through:   🌿  Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮  Channeled Tarot readings 💫  Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing   You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com   And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗  https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹  Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow.   Love      Melissa – Seladriel

Click and enjoy the melody while you read me. (A reflection inspired by those who loved in silence… and woke up in time). I don’t want to be the story told, when it’s already too late . I don’t want to be the woman, who loved in the shadows , while he never dared . I don’t want to look up at the sky, waiting for signs, while life slips away here . I don’t want to live off synchronicities, if there’s no presence . I don’t want to wait for someone to come back, if he wasn’t even capable of staying. I don’t want to project my light onto a man, who only peeks through the darkness. Loving only with the soul, is no longer enough . I want the body too, the eyes , the embrace . I want morning coffee, silly laughter, the “I’m here.” I don’t want my story, to be told when I’m no longer around. I don’t want to leave, words unsaid or kisses undelivered . I don’t want to become, a poem of what could’ve been . I want a love, that looks me in the eyes and doesn’t run away . A love that doesn’t ask me for eternal patience, but real presence. I want to be a story lived,   NOT a postponed promise. And if it can’t be like that… then I’d rather choose silence. Because my soul… has already loved enough in silence . Now… I want to live love out loud and fully present. *“And if one day he reads it… let him understand—without me having to explain —that I wasn’t the unfinished story… I was the woman who chose to write herself a worthy ending when he never knew how to begin.”* Melissa - Seladriel Decree of reciprocated and present love in my life. 🕯️ If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together.   Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through:   🌿  Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮  Channeled Tarot readings 💫  Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing   You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com   And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗  https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹  Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow.   Love      Melissa – Seladriel

Click and enjoy the melody while you read me Attending a gathering with Luis, an awakened Divine Masculine, was revealing. Listening to his testimony—his dark night of the soul, his mental blocks, his awakening and surrender—was meaningful. But there was a key moment: when I chose to emphasize the importance of communication between the Divine Feminine and her masculine counterpart, he interrupted me to say that the Divine Feminine should  find ways to start a conversation with her Masculine, even if he acted distant. I looked at him (even if it was through a screen) and replied calmly, but with the full truth of my wound: “Believe me, I tried everything... I wrote to him with tears running down my cheeks, I shouted truths , spoke words full of love, rage, and pain. I also kept silent, thinking that was how I respected his space. Every word I shared carried hope, energy, time —I poured my heart into it. But I was left alone and empty... My words echoed into a void. Because if the Masculine doesn’t reply, doesn’t open up, doesn’t share his life, his dreams, his wounds, his fears… there is no way to build anything. He never gave me the chance. ” This is the difference between Luis’s story with Ericka and mine with Daman Luis had communication, even if it was scarce . Despite his fears and rational mind , he made space in his life for Ericka . I had silence. Luis resisted at first, but Ericka would talk to him, explain things, build bridges He Listened to her. In my case, I sent signals, opened channels, asked, proposed… and what I found on the other side was a wall . One-word replies, Endless silences. Zero curiosity about me… indifference bordering on cruelty. And when I asked him for reciprocity in communication, all I got was a phrase that still stings like a dagger: “I have nothing to ask you.” It wasn’t because I lacked communication. It wasn’t that I didn’t know how to speak, express myself, or love. It wasn’t a failed strategy or poor emotional regulation. It was because he didn’t want to be there — and that’s a truth that hurts … but also sets you free . Because love isn’t just measured, by how much you  do to make it work. It’s also measured by how much the other person is willing to respond, participate, and build. Today, I understand this without guilt, without shame. Because it wasn’t, my flaw that made him stay silent. It was his fear , his running , his emotional immaturity … that kept him from speaking. And I, who no longer beg to walls , today I kneel only before my own truth Now, my loyalty is with my emotions , my story , my dignity . To all the Divine Feminines who feel deeply , who — even against reason and logic — bravely chose to take responsibility for their wounds and heal. To those who, even in the midst of pain, decided to keep loving — first the Masculine… and then themselves. Because one day, they understood the great truth: “this journey was never about him, but always for you.” He came to awaken, you came to ignite. Now embrace yourself, fire warrior — the one who burned , the one who screamed , the one who fell… but also the one who stood back up. With this post, I celebrate you, I celebrate myself, and I give voice to the sacred pain that so many of us walk through on the twin flame path . — Seladriel I honor all the times I cried in solitude. The times when, overwhelmed by emotions, I fell to my knees and whispered: "Why?" , "What did I do wrong?","Do I deserve his silence as punishment?" With my hands clenching my chest and tears falling like shattered prayers, the only answer was the heartbeat …of a wounded heart , but one still alive . A heart that does not regret having felt , nor is ashamed of having cried . Because every tear was truth, and every wound… was love. 🕯️ If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together.   Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through:   🌿 Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮 Channeled Tarot readings 💫 Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing   You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com   And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗 https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹 Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow.   Love      Melissa – Seladriel

Click on the video to understand the emotional and psychological context THE SONG OF THE FRAGMENTED MASCULINE: "Cuando Nadie Me Ve" (When No One Sees Me)  isn’t just a romantic ballad — it's a psychic confession of a masculine that doesn’t know how to hold love, because he's still wrestling with his roots: “What wasn’t resolved with the mother, gets projected onto every woman. What wasn’t expressed with the mother, gets vomited into relationships.” "I once loved a man who resembled this music video far too much: seductive, elusive, charming… and lost. ” A man who lives halfway between his light and his shadow: " Sometimes I soar, spinning in circles / Sometimes I hide behind open doors... " Alejandro Sanz's song reveals the inner struggle of a divided man, constantly swinging between his craving for freedom and his fear of vulnerability. He’s the kind of man who wants to be everything — yours, the wind’s, time’s — but cannot anchor himself. He won’t choose the commitment that comes with fully surrendering. This duality reveals a fragmented soul — at times feeling alive and connected, and at others hiding behind silence and invisible walls. THE LYRICS: A MAP OF CONTRADICTIONS: “ Sometimes I’m yours, and sometimes I belong to the wind” — shows how he doesn't even belong to himself. He gives himself in moments, but never commits emotionally. “ Don’t turn on the lights, I’ve got my soul and body naked” — he wants pleasure, but not light; intimacy, but no exposure; to be touched, but not seen. “ I don’t understand my life ” — the most brutal confession. No inner direction, because there was no early emotional guidance. The Mother Wound: When a boy doesn’t feel seen, held, or unconditionally loved by his mother, he grows up craving the feminine — but unable to hold it. He seeks it in bodies, but he cannot nest. Sex becomes comfort, not root. The Weight of Silence and Contradiction: " Sometimes I tell you why this silence.. ." This silence isn’t absence — it’s a wall of fear. A silence full of unresolved questions: • Why is it so hard to feel what I feel? • Why can’t I give you my whole life? This man battles his own inability to live love in fullness — trapped in the belief that loving too much means losing himself, and loving too little means protecting himself . Not knowing that protection is also his prison. When No One Sees Him: The Mask and the True Self " When no one sees me, I can be or not be... " These words show the split between public image and hidden intimacy. When no one sees him, he allows himself to cry, to feel, to be vulnerable. But in the daylight, he hides again — puts on the tough skin the world expects. This is the great spiritual challenge: how to reconcile what we are in private with what we show? How to make the love we feel in solitude turn into real and consistent actions? The Deep Wound: Offering Only Moments " Not giving you my whole life, just those moments… " This is the heart of the void the song exposes. The pain of someone who can only offer crumbs of himself — fleeting fragments that never become a whole. And in those fragments, both the giver and the receiver are left hurt and empty. Reflection for the Feminine Soul As a woman who has seen these patterns, I know we cannot be the temporary refuge of a soul that doesn’t know how to hold itself. We’re not here to share crumbs, but to walk in fullness and reciprocity. This song is a wake-up call for the sleeping masculine — to face his fear and dare to BE, even when someone else is watching. THE VIDEOCLIP: A BATTLE WITH THE FEMININE  The Alley: The Emotional Evasion of the Inner Child Alejandro walks with his head down, lost, as if fleeing from himself.He represents the man who hasn’t taken emotional responsibility.Each time he appears there, he’s in evasion mode. The alley also symbolizes his inner world: isolated, directionless, dark. He’s lost and locked within himself — the inner child walking without a mother, without emotional shelter. There’s no loving feminine figure to receive him. The Room: Bodies as Anesthesia, Not Home It’s not a romantic room, but a surreal, dreamlike one — with plastic drapes, artificial colors, and different women who are always the same in essence: there’s no real connection. They’re just bodies. Moments. Excuses not to feel. The pattern repeats with different women — symbols of the failed attempt to fill the soul with bodies. Each woman represents an illusion of intimacy that keeps repeating and wearing out. The female body used as anesthesia for the soul. And though his body is there, his soul is not. He doesn’t make love — he avoids it through pleasure . “When love with the mother was experienced as lack or demand, pleasure becomes addiction disguised as conquest.. ." The Ring: The Unconscious War Against the Feminine The man fights women, or rather, faces the archetype of the woman who confronts him — who no longer surrenders so easily. He doesn’t fight women, but specters: his guilt, abandonment, fear of rejection. Each punch he receives is a cry for what’s unhealed. Each woman embodies an aspect of the feminine: anger, sensuality, betrayal, tenderness, abandonment, and rejected love. In all the scenes, he fights with bare fists — and that’s key. He doesn’t protect himself. He doesn’t arm himself. He meets pain with the arrogance of one who thinks he can control the uncontrollable… and ends up wounded. He loses every fight. Because the masculine that doesn’t honor its wound, repeats the war. A man fighting with bare hands shows: he doesn’t know how to defend himself, nor how to surrender — he only resists. And each woman hits him like one who cries out: " I’m not your mother — but you carry me like your childhood war ." The Outer Landscape: The False Freedom and the Mirage of Escape Each time he walks outside, he’s moving away from the walls — his inner prison. But the sky only clears once he’s emotionally defeated. When he’s on the ground. When he can no longer resist. When the mask falls. ✦ THE MOTHER WOUND: THE ROOT OF IT ALL “ Dear man, if you haven’t healed the relationship with your mother, no woman will ever give you what you’re still hoping to receive : recognition, tenderness, validation. The women you love are not your mother. .” They are not here to heal you, applaud you, or endure your emotional silence or passive mistreatment . The controlling, absent, narcissistic, or immature mother can leave a boy emotionally disoriented — and he may grow into a man who is: • Addicted to sex or conquest • Unable to receive deep love • Emotionally distant • And often cruel, without even realizing it ✦ CLOSING: I TOO SAW THAT ALLEY “ I loved a man who lived in that alley. Who walked without seeing. Who got lost in sheets and never found himself. I was one of those women in his ring. I offered him wings, but he only knew the language of emotional fists. .” Today, I no longer wait to be seen when no one’s watching. Today, I love myself in broad daylight. Today, I am not the emotional corner of any lost man. When a man doesn’t heal his wound with his mother, he ends up wounded by every woman who tried to love him whole. This is not an attack or a revenge.It is my way of giving meaning to what I lived — and sharing what many can’t yet name. If this reaches you, may it accompany you with honesty. ✦ FINAL MESSAGE TO THE MAN WITH A MOTHER WOUND: This final message is for you —the man who, through my words, has recognized the pattern of trying to fill emotional voids with casual sex or fleeting relationships. I want you to know: you are not alone . Having emptiness inside does not make you any less worthy of love . On the contrary, you deserve to be held —with tenderness, with compassion, with truth. The first step toward healing is this: to acknowledge that something hurts. That something is missing. Asking for help does not make you broken. In fact, it elevates you. It makes you human. It makes you shine in the eyes of those of us who have learned to see wounds not through judgment, but through unconditional love. I invite you to seek a wise guide—a therapist, a spiritual teacher, or simply a return to your own true self. Being vulnerable is your greatest strength—not a weakness. And if my words have reached you, know that I embrace you from here —with a clean soul,and an open heart. Now the question is for you, reader: How many times have you been the battlefield of a man or woman who wasn’t capable of loving — only of repeating their story? When a man struggles with the voids from the unacknowledged maternal wound, it is a struggle not against women, but against aspects of the feminine. When No One Sees Me, English Subtitles 🕯️ If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together.   Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through:   🌿 Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮 Channeled Tarot readings 💫 Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing   You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com   And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗 https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹 Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow.   Love      Melissa – Seladriel

There are songs that aren’t just heard — they are recognized . They echo your own soul story. For me, that song was “Estrechez de Corazón”  by Los Prisioneros. Every verse felt like it had been written after meet us… “Don’t stand in front of me with that hurtful look…” That’s how he looked at me the last time I tried to speak soul to soul. With sarcasm, with coldness — as if my tenderness were an attack. “I can understand a narrow mind… but I won’t bear a narrow heart.” I was patient. I saw his wounds, his fear. But I couldn’t keep enduring the emotional coldness. The refusal to give, to feel. “If we live on love and kisses, don’t talk to me of hatred and betrayal.” He chose punishment, as if my presence were a reproach. As if loving him honestly had been a crime. “Words are blades when handled by pride and passion.” Yes. Because he didn’t reply —he attacked. It was a shot fired from ego, desperate to make me feel small… when he could no longer control me. “Don’t destroy for the sake of it. Don’t erase every moment…” He burns. Everything. Even the things that once gave him warmth. He pretends nothing ever happened, just to feel invulnerable again. “You’re crying, and still you understand no one but yourself.” And that’s when I knew — it wasn’t about me. His wound was older, deeper… I just made it visible. Don’t look at me with that narrow heart…” I opened myself. He shut down. And in that unbalanced dance, I realized: You can’t love someone who has no space inside to hold love. This song is his mirror. But it’s also my testimony. I wasn’t perfect. But I was truth . And I regret nothing. — Seladriel Words are blades when handled by pride, passion and Ego 🕯️If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together.   Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through:   🌿 Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮 Channeled Tarot readings 💫 Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing   You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com   And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗 https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹 Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow.   Love      Melissa – Seladriel

"Click and enjoy the melody while you read me." I’m writing to you because there are things I want you to know—not so that you act like an idiot, nor so that you respond from your wounded ego. I simply wish to be heard and honored. I’m not here to beg for crumbs of your attention, or to plead for a place in your life. The lighthearted exchange we had on Instagram... to be honest, I didn’t expect you to reply, or at least not so quickly. I know my message was harsh and direct, but when I saw that reel describing the traits of a “fuckboy,” I thought of you. I told myself it would be freeing and amusing to say what I think and feel about your past actions—actions marked by immaturity and cowardice. By the way, the creator of that reel is a Pisces, just like you. Now that was a true sign from the Universe, don’t you think? So the playful little girl inside me took the lead, and I allowed myself to be mischievous and say what was on my mind. As for your reply—it made me laugh. I found it amusing. I’ll admit, I shared it with my friends and we laughed together. Not to mock you, but because it seemed like a clumsy attempt to hurt or shame me. I think in English they call that gaslighting, don’t they? But before going to sleep, I reflected on what you wrote—not the actual words (because they were silly), but the energy and emotion behind them. Daman, it’s no secret to you that I’m a witch, or that I can see beyond words. I can do this because I’m sensitive to other people’s energy and emotions—I can feel hidden pain, sadness, and anger. Beyond your words, I could sense a fragile, sensitive child who carries deep pain and repressed rage from not being heard, loved, or validated by those he trusted the most— your family , your parents. I sense a man who hides behind sarcasm, avoidance, emotional repression, and control. A man who feels the need to hurt those he perceives as threats, because they can see through the armor and masks. I say this because, I used to be like that too. If someone hurt me, I would react from my wounded inner child and respond with pain disguised as sarcasm. Seeing the other person wounded by my words gave my ego a false sense of victory, as if I had conquered someone who threatened my pride. For many years, I walked around feeling empty, craving love and acceptance but unable to receive them because I was afraid of being vulnerable. I couldn’t stand others pointing out my wounds, because it hurt to see myself. I didn’t want to admit I was living a lie—that’s why I can see you… and love with compassion. I feel no shame in admitting that I loved you from the very first moment I saw you three years ago. When I looked into your eyes, my soul leapt, and I just knew: “It’s him, it’s him.”  In that moment, I didn’t yet understand what my soul already knew. Let me tell you what my soul saw in your eyes: a sensitive man, with a big heart, tender, sweet, affectionate, loving… capable of feeling so deeply that, if you listened to your soul, you would have an immense capacity to love and bring light—even to be light for yourself. That’s what my soul saw in you. My heart recognized you from many lifetimes before this one. That’s why I couldn’t help but love you with all my heart. But it wasn’t written that you’d stay in my life. Your brief presence—brief, yet significant—was meant to awaken me to consciousness and spirituality. Back then, I was still wounded. Deep inside me lived wounds of abandonment, rejection, betrayal, and injustice. Because of the abandonment wound, I was overly accommodating, afraid that people would leave me. That was the first wound that showed up when I met you. That’s why I was the one who reached out, the one holding the fragile thread of communication—agreeing to things I didn’t really want, just to avoid “losing you.” In my chest, I carried such a deep and unexplainable love that I constantly sought your attention. I believed that if I tried hard enough, you would choose me. But that’s not how soul connections work. You and I are mirror souls (Twin Flames); you reflected my fears, emotional lacks, and wounds… something I’m grateful for, because it gave me the chance to heal through therapy and to meet the medicine woman I came here to embody. But I also reflected back to you everything you find hard to see and admit—because doing so would mean waking up from the illusion you've built your entire life around. I’ll confess something: I think of you more than I’d like to admit. I see you in my dreams, and although that may be hard to believe, in those dreams your soul speaks to me in many ways —sometimes with words, sometimes with your gaze, and sometimes by simply showing me things. That’s why I know certain things about you, even if in this physical world, we don’t speak and are strangers. Even if, due to ego and circumstances, we can’t communicate or be friends. The truth is: to my soul, you are precious —but that doesn’t mean I will chase after you, waiting for the day you decide to text me. I expect nothing from you anymore. I used to keep an empty chair in my life—that chair was for you. But not anymore. I no longer wait for a message that never came. I no longer wait to be acknowledged. I don’t expect apologies either. That would only happen if you set aside your pride—and that would mean admitting your actions hurt me . Honestly, it would be unfair of me to keep waiting for a “what if…” I deserve a man who chooses to be by my side, who offers presence, consistency, and time—things you cannot give me. And I accept that. I’m saying all of this because I no longer silence my truth. I’m no longer afraid of losing someone who never chose me. I don’t feel ashamed of the love I felt, because for me it was beautiful, transformative… it was real, even if only mine. I wish one day you could see yourself the way I once saw you . I say this to your soul—not your ego. If only you could understand that you are not what others think of you… because people judge from their own unhealed emotional wounds. If only you gave yourself permission to feel —to sing what lives in your heart, free from the guilt of “should.” Free from the weight of a culture that imposes what’s expected of you. If you could free yourself from your mother’s control and judgment… because although you love her and want to be the perfect son for her, you never will be. Not because you can’t, but because your mother is wounded and doesn’t know how to love you the way you deserved. She can only love you through her fears (her need to control), stemming from her own pain. Always remember this : You are enough .  You don’t need to betray yourself or do things against your will to be loved or respected. I believe I’ve finally said everything I kept inside for years. I no longer blame you. I don’t hate you. I don’t hold a grudge. Now I know we were never meant to live a “we.” Maybe because of culture, or age, or fear… or maybe because neither of us was ready. Because it had to be that way. My personal blog is my temple. It’s where I share my heart, and everything I’ve lived since I met you. If one day you wish to know me, you can enter and read the corners of my soul. You are welcome—always—if your soul arrives with respect and reverence. And if one day you feel curious to ask me something from the heart, you may. I’ll answer with love and peace. With love,     Melissa -Seladriel soul mirrow/twin flames 🕯️ If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together.   Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through:   🌿 Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮 Channeled Tarot readings 💫 Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing   You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com   And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗 https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹 Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow.   Love      Melissa – Seladriel

Click and enjoy the melody while you read me. There was a time when I stayed up late, picking up the rubble of broken bonds. A time when I tried to understand the incomprehensible, justify the unjustifiable, and close the cycles that others left open —like doors full of wind. But that time no longer exists… Today I speak from a different place.From the fire that lives within me, the one that doesn’t burn: it transmutes.I speak from awareness, which screams within me: Justice. Justice for myself… The one who says "enough" , not with anger, but with dignity. The one who no longer begs for explanations, because she, already understood that silence is also an answer . To each of those who left without looking back, to those who lied, betrayed, or faked friendship Just to stab me in the back: I owe you nothing. And more importantly: you owe me nothing anymore. I return your words, your choices, your energy. With my head held high and a clean soul, I let you go... Keep your mirror. May destiny confront you with your own decay. Take your bad vibes with you... I am no longer the one who closes other people’s stories. I am the guardian of my temple. I am the lioness who roars. I am the one who breaks chains. And in my temple, only those who honor may enter. Only the worthy will walk firmly, Unafraid that my light is “too much.” Because now, my fire is sacred. And it doesn’t burn for just anyone. priestess and woman of fire, who does not consume, but heals and restores 🕯️If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together.   Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through:   🌿 Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮 Channeled Tarot readings 💫 Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing   You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com   And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗 https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹 Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow.   Love      Melissa – Seladriel

Click and enjoy the melody while you read me. I know you read me... 👀 I don’t know when, I don’t know how, but I feel it. 🔥 Like sighs that never reach to be spoken out loud, like heartbeats vibrating on other planes. I know you spy on my soul when you think I don’t see you. And that’s okay .Because my blog is that... an open door for those, who dare to look beyond the ego. You saw me burn. And now you see me reborn. Without begging. Without begging for crumbs of attention. With my head held high and my heart back on my altar. I don’t write this for you to come back. I write because this is my temple. And if you dared to cross the threshold silently, at least know that... the one who is here no longer waits for you. I remember you, yes! Like one remembers the battles that made us wiser. But now, I dance for myself. And if some part of you still loves me... let it be brave. Or bless me in your silence. Powerful message of boundaries and respect "I am the woman who does not give herself, to chaos or the filth of ego. My body is a sacred temple, a fire that ignites only for those who know how to worship and honor. I do not give nor sell myself. I reserve, respect, and deeply love myself. My sexual energy is a river of power, that does not spill into unworthy hands. Whoever wants to cross this door, must first kneel before the altar of my soul. Because... I am fire, I am earth, I am ritual. And only those who understand this will, have the privilege to walk by my side." fire priestess with black mamba in her hands 🕯️If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together.   Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through:   🌿 Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮 Channeled Tarot readings 💫 Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing   You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com   And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗 https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹 Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow.   Love      Melissa – Seladriel

Click and enjoy the melody while you read me This post was born from a deep moment of channeling —from a night of tears and sacred fire. From the realization that sometimes… loving also means letting go. Today I share with you a letter my soul wrote to that love that was eternal in other worlds, but that now must be released. And along with it, the new sacred vow I made to myself. Perhaps you too need to write your own letter... Perhaps these words will awaken a memory in your heart. A Letter From My Soul to His Soul Beloved twin flame (D.D.S), whom I’ve known under many suns… Today I do not write to you as a wounded woman, but as the soul that has loved you since before form even existed. I saw you. I recognized you before you knew your own name. I embraced you in dreams long before touching you on Earth. And still… I can no longer love you in the shadows. My heart no longer tolerates the waiting, the silence , the distance disguised as freedom. You chose to walk alone . And I… chose to remember myself. Thank you for showing me the love I deserve—by not giving it to me. Thank you for showing me my strength—by leaving me alone. Thank you for walking away, because in doing so, I came back to me. I release you. I release myself. I love you… from afar, from the light, from truth. And if one day you awaken… you’ll know where to find me: at the center of my own being. **P.S.: Dear DDS, If by the will of destiny you ever read this letter, I hope you can connect with the emotions I felt while you remained silent. I went through many storms and sleepless nights. I blamed you, and at times, I hated myself. That’s all behind me now. The truth is, the feeling of loving you transcends time, universes, and oceans. And with time, I finally understood that the one, I had been longing for all along… was me. Thank you.** broken heart and mirroring wounds If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together. Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through: 🌿 Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮 Channeled Tarot readings 💫 Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗 https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹 Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow. Love, Melissa – Seladriel

"Click and enjoy the melody while you read me." I once heard Edith say that the Universe pushes the Divine Feminine into the void at the very moment, she fears jumping the most— because her twin flame is not there to catch her. And me... I was pushed too. I fell. I cried. I asked myself a thousand times, why won’t he follow me? Why does he ignore me? Why doesn’t he respond to the purest love I’ve ever given? Like so many Divine Feminines, I was the net. I held him. I waited... I made myself strong, thinking that  was love. But one day… I remembered I had wings. As I fell, I found myself. Not as his net. Not as the woman who saved him or waited for him. But as the woman who chooses herself , who no longer begs for love— she embodies it. Sometimes, I look over and see him at the edge, like that story that always touches our hearts. But I no longer call his name. I no longer reach out my arms. Because I’ve learned that each of us has our own flight. And I’m already flying. 🔥 Symbolic Ritual: Surrender your role as the net. (The Savior) Burn a piece of paper with these words written on it: “I release myself from holding what does not choose me. I choose myself.” Let the smoke carry it away. Now you—fly. wings of fire 🕯️If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together.   Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through:   🌿 Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮 Channeled Tarot readings 💫 Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing   You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com   And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗 https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹 Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow.   Love      Melissa – Seladriel

Click and enjoy the melody while you read me The day I sealed the dream threshold, to the one who mistook my soul for its temporary refuge. 🌙 Prologue from the Soul Last night, I woke up with the feeling that my twin flame tried to enter my dreams… But he couldn't. As I washed my hands, in that liminal space between sleep and morning, I felt him and without fear, without resentment, only truth in my voice, I said to him silently: “You are left alone. You no longer have permission to enter.” It was a decree. A sacred act of spiritual sovereignty. A clear way of saying: “My soul no longer opens, to those who never knew how to dwell within it.” 🖤 What became clear to me For years, I was an emotional hermit. He went out, laughed, danced between foreign bodies, while I cried every time, I woke up from a shared dream. I dreamed of him. He never remembered me. I healed. He got distracted. And it no longer felt fair. Because I was not born to be a pause in anyone’s life. I was born to be sacred fire on the altar of reciprocal love. 🔥 The Sealed Temple Now, the temple of my dreams is sealed. Not with hatred, but with flames of dignity. Not with fear, but with the power of knowing myself no longer available to what doesn’t uplift, honor, or nourish. The one who once was a flame, is now just an echo. And if he ever returns, let it be as an awakened man, not as a begging shadow. ✨ Blessing for the One Who No Longer Dreams of Shadows May your soul remember it was never weak for loving so deeply. May your heart understand that closing itself isn’t coldness, but sacred defense. Tonight, you seal the temple of your dreams—not out of fear, but out of wisdom. May no echo from the past drag you back into pain. May no nostalgia dressed as illusion cross your sacred threshold. You are the guardian of your inner world. And only truth, tenderness, and mutuality shall ever hold keys to the realms you build. To you, fire woman, who said "enough" from a place of integrity: 🌺 May your paths open to true joy. 🌺 May new love find you, ghost-free. 🌺 And may your dreams, finally, be yours alone. “DDS. I Remember Everything.” "A winged woman stands before a man marked with the letter D , guarding the flaming gates of a sacred temple." 🕯️If these words resonated with your soul, if you felt something inside you stir, I invite you to subscribe to the blog so we can continue walking this path of healing, awakening, and inner alchemy together.   Also, if you feel called to go deeper in your process, I offer support through:   🌿 Soul-centered therapeutic guidance sessions 🔮 Channeled Tarot readings 💫 Energy healing and subtle field rebalancing   You can message me for more information or to book your session. WhatsApp: (+507) 67432366 Email: melissamartez02@gmail.com   And if you wish to support my work as a spiritual content creator, you can do so with a heartfelt donation via PayPal. Every contribution sustains my path and allows me to keep sharing from the heart. 💗 https://www.paypal.me/MelissaMartez 🌹 Thank you for reading me, for feeling with me, and for honoring your own light and shadow.   Love      Melissa – Seladriel