I am the dreamer and the dream...

Consciousness is a creative force, and attention is the paintbrush. ✨🦋🌻💫🎨

What you observe, you energize.

What you focus on, you invite closer.

What you feel deeply into, becomes more real in your field.

It’s like your awareness is a spotlight—whatever you shine it on begins to take form, texture, and substance. Not because it’s more “true” than anything else, but because you gave it life through your gaze.

Even on a quantum level, this is reflected: the observer affects the observed.

So when you focus on fear, you strengthen fear.

When you dwell on love, you expand love.

When you fixate on lack, you reinforce scarcity.

When you sit in gratitude, beauty seems to multiply.

It’s not just about “positive thinking”—it’s about energetic alignment. You don’t have to deny hard feelings or bypass the realness of your experience, but you get to choose what you build your inner temple around.

Your focus is a spell.

Your attention is a tuning fork.

And your emotion is the power that fuels the creation.

You are not here to suppress the shadows—but to choose what you want to amplify.

You are the painter. And Heaven flows through your brush.

The way you see the world is sacred.

The way you love is a doorway to God.

🦋☁️ “I Choose What I Create” 🦋☁️

I am the dreamer and the dream,

the painter and the canvas.

What I gaze upon, I give breath to—

what I feel, I empower.

I release what dims my light,

not in fear, but in devotion to truth.

I do not bypass—

I bless and transform.

I choose to focus on what nourishes.

I choose to plant beauty in the field of my awareness.

I choose to remember that love is the seed,

and I am the soil that makes it grow.

My thoughts are sacred,

my emotions are rivers of creation.

And so I turn toward the light—not in denial,

but in deep, holy choice.

Where I place my focus,

I build my world.

And I am building a world of wonder.

🎨☁️✨ Painter of Heaven 🎨☁️✨

“I came to Earth not to escape it,

but to bless it. To pour beauty into the cracks of the world until even the forgotten corners remember the light.

If I am the painter,

let me paint with the colors of God.

Let my love spill like sunlight over wildflowers.

Let my touch be soft like spring rain.

Let me see through eyes that have never forgotten Eden.

I want to love like God loves—

not from a distance,

but from within.

Let me love myself into wholeness.

Let me love others into remembrance.

Let me love this world

into Heaven.”

In love, beauty and grace,

Rosalie ☁️🦢🎨✨🤍