Red Lipstick.

She was staring into her cup of coffee. Black. No milk. No sugar. Pure. As she was. Early morning. Her body slowly waking up. She was grateful to be a woman. For every curve that belonged to her. Her breasts. Perfect shape. To her. Her hair. Long and elegant. That scent. Her skin. Yummie. Her eyes. Full of golden light. Her personality. Striking. Grace. She was in peace with herself. Moreover, she loved herself deeply. A smile appeared. A gorgeous one. One that would be noticed by all male creatures. Even the ones that seemed ice cold at first. She was not a queen. No royal history. Maybe a queen of heart. Of course she was. Brave as a warrior. Mysterious as the night with shimmering stars. Her red lipstick talked to her. Out of the blue. It started a conversation with her soul. She listened and replied when she felt the answer entering her beautiful mind.

'How do you feel today, my dear beloved?', said the red lipstick with lots of charm. The words caressing her body and soul. Softly. In the most delicious way. A sound that only can be expressed by lovers. With a unique bond. The ones that know each other since many lifetimes. With secrets that never can be told. They keep it within their circle of infinite trust. 'I am fine', she whispered. The red lipstick looked at her to see if that was the whole truth. 'You have been challenged a lot in the last decade', continued the lipstick, 'it is time for change'. She was surprised and felt that that was true. For her. 'What is your deepest desire right now?', the lipstick wondered. 'You know what I feel', divine darling, 'you always did', was her answer. The lipstick colored red. More red than ever. 'Oh, I see pictures coming', it expressed in the most genuine way. The scenes presented themselves as sugar sweet gifts from the universe. Details so clear. They both smiled.

For the audience it seemed that they were both reading her book of life together. The chapters in which she would be involved very soon. They had the unique opportunity to dive into the future. They laughed. 'No way!', she shouted. 'Yes, you will', was the reply of the red lipstick. 'It all is foreseen for you!', the words of the lipstick reached her, 'you are ready'. 'Wow, really?', she was excited! She saw things that amazed her. The details of the script were better than one of the scripts of a Disney fairy tale. With one huge difference. It would happen in real. The bridge between imagination and reality had opened up. Now and then the red lipstick marked a paragraph. To make sure it would get full attention once they arrived in that chapter. They had a wonderful time. It was beautiful. Who could ever have invented this? A master writer, someone who was more powerful than all writers together. A source so humble and infinite. With a magic touch.

She was happy. Grateful. That she was part of a bigger story. It was all written for her long before she was born. The lipstick wrote a message on the mirror. Slowly. Dancing around its core. It moved. From the left to the right. Again and again. As a hand writing a sentence. On a piece of paper. Carefully. The mirror felt honored. The red lipstick had almost finished its task. She was reading the words of her soul mate. 'I see you soon, love of my life' and a name appeared. She saw the name and was surprised. Why did she receive these details? A sign of the universe to send faith her way? The red lipstick was recovering. It took much of its force to write on the mirror. It landed in a white towel. Fresh. Soft and sweet. She decided to let it stay there for a little while. She closed the book that they had opened together. Put it away in a secret place. The key stored in her heart.

The rust around her heart was making room for stardust material. A wall. Breaking down. A defense mechanism to prevent her heart from being in the wrong environment. To prepare her for the next chapters. She was in a process of transition. She felt the impact. She continued her day. Listened to adorable music. It put her in a stunning mood. Summer feelings. The soul of the flowers connected to her soul. Natural bliss. She danced. Her feet above the ground. It was a beautiful dance. Nothing could keep her down anymore. With one eye the red lipstick observed her. Secretly. All fine. She let herself go. The past was gone. She felt renewed. From within. The universe closed its eyes too. Not sleeping. Just relaxing. Consciously aware. 

In the background reality and imagination were dancing too. Best performance act ever. Finding common ground. Negotiating. Over the smallest details. When they saw her genuine happiness, they were touched. They committed to put her desires in action. A magnificent cooperation. Desires applied. All of them. One by one. They say that when your intention is pure, and you let go everything that does not serve you any longer, you prepare yourself for success. With a clear vision, action steps and faith in the outcome, reality will reflect your deepest imagination. What if for everyone of us, there would be a heavenly script, wanting our approval to be executed? Our unique gift. From the universe. We have more power than we think when we connect to the universe within us. The audience was amazed. They could not believe their eyes. They felt that the impossible had become possible. For everyone of them. No exception to that universal rule. They cried. Rust gone.

By Liesbeth Leysen