Katherine Orellana
Bio
Peace and love beautiful beings, I am a student, a single mother of a baby boy and an amateur writer on the side who is passionate on writing stories about life, love and knowledge in a symbolic, metaphorical and out of this world way.
Stories (11/0)
Into the Pits and Out of the light
The End or The Beginning Now, I know I ended with the title "Final Chapter?", to be frank, I thought it was the end for me. I know I sound dramatic, "It's just one dude, and there are so many others out there, you are just desperate." and to that, I will say yes, you are right, there are so many fishes in the sea and to be in love with a man that I had known for little over two months is called for desperation, maybe even obsessive at that. But I never said this story was going to make sense, after all, there is the truth and there is the love.
By Katherine Orellanaabout a month ago in Confessions
Since You Forgot
Since You Forgot: The expression of pain from loss A captivating album created by an upcoming lyricist Dee Himes. He expresses his life through the means of storytelling, describing the hardships of a young man at the age of 17 who spiraled out of control. Becoming homeless led him to a life of robbing and breaking into homes until he was caught up. This led to his incarceration at the age of 19, and eight months later in his prison cell, he received a “Kite”, a prison letter: his best friend, partner in crime, and little brother had been murdered on December 2, 2016. Since then Dee Himes had been determined to change the situation he found himself in. Lost, in pain, and confused Dee focused on ways to cope with loss, and for the next seven years he developed his mind, and his spirit through knowledge-building, self-reflection, and music. Since You Forgot, is an inspired piece by the pain of the loss of his little brother Baam, from the amount of songs contained in the album to the release date itself. It is a tribute to those who have lost those closest to them and are on the Path of understanding that pain.
By Katherine Orellana2 months ago in Beat
SHIFT
One thing about being a writer is the experiences of blocks and lavished temptations within my own being. I feel as i am fraud as i write down these letters onto my paper with fingers that do not even look like mine. These words on these keys leave nothing but the noise of *clack, tap, clack* with every word that appears in mind.
By Katherine Orellana3 months ago in Humans
The judgements, the anger, the impatience, and the fire.
I am starting to feel it more and more, this uneasiness of my life. It is like I am waiting for the biggest shift of my life. It has started and I can feel it spiraling, catching me through its tides I hope I don’t swallow it and die. But that is the catch, I will always spiral, I’ll see myself die repeatedly, but it doesn’t have to stay this way. To be up this late with the thoughts of you, knowing very well that I am just another body to you. I stay up this late at night feeling the feeling I avoid all day, as I feel, I think why I allowed myself to be so naïve and desperate to be another number in that list. Love was the game, but ego came and stayed. How do I let go of this thought of being played?? The correct question is, how do I jump off and fly to the next level of my phase? I know that my loneliness pushes me to want to speak, so what happens when I speak that I am no longer lonely, would I speak, or would I act as if I am your one and only? That is what life is about, choices on how you want to experience the world we live in, even if it means you must leave them. Yes, the disaster will always be there, the stressors will always be there, but you have only one life, why not make the most of it with or without them in your life? All these questions still lead me to you, and I see myself just stubbornly tightening, not wanting to let go. Why do I hold on to so tight heart when my mind says let go?
By Katherine Orellana5 months ago in Confessions
Where am I?
Can you hear that? the unsettling feeling of your own silence, the breath of life coming into your nose as your heartbeat faster with each exhale. Can you see that? the underlining lights of life as the light-headness comes into play? "Grab the phone" says the little mind "go clean the dishes instead" says the little mind "you're pathetic what makes you think you can sit down for 5 minutes; you're wasting your time there is so much more things you need to do" says the little mind. As it continues, you almost feed onto the feeling of just getting up and doing those chores while self-pitying yourself for not being able to sit still for five minutes. The trick is to not follow the little mind, it is to start to listen to the soul of your own being.
By Katherine Orellanaabout a year ago in Earth
Shadow Moses by Bring Me The Horizon
I am going to take a different approach; I love talking about the awakening of one's soul into one's true reality but, storytelling does not always grab everyone's attention, and factual information is a bore to those who do not understand. But I have an idea on what does grab an audience's attention, Music and Subliminal messages. This is a review of the song Shadow Moses by Bring Me the Horizon, from the Album Sempiternal that was released April 1, 2013. The album genre is Pop/Rock and the type of style of the album is Metalcore; Heavy Metal, Alternative/Indie Rock. I choose this song because of the popularity within my generation and generations before me and after me from the style and the band itself. I had also chosen this specific song from the album because of its connection to the Dark Knight of one's soul. For every individual their experience of the awakening to their truth of soul is unique and intimate, and every single one of us reach a point of the dark knight of the soul, the true revelation of the "darkest parts" of our soul and realizing the light through that darkness. Once the light is found, many people go and be in life with careers, and lifestyle choices with their soul in alignment within themselves for the rest of their lives. This was deemed as taboo or a form of conspiracy from the 80's to late 2000's to talk about it in its purest form, so many artists had to become creative and use subliminal messages to reach the unconscious mind of many people around the world, causing them to wait patiently for this time in our lives where it is now well known and accepted by many. Even though it is still a matter of perspective and there are others who do not see this as importance or do not grasp the idea of the fully, it is something beautiful to witness within our era were the masses finally awaken.
By Katherine Orellana2 years ago in Beat
The definition of Love
What is Love? Well, you probably think love is an emotional feeling between two people, giving each other the most of each other to keep the relationship alive. Having to remember our partners birthday, remembering the anniversary, remembering that important meeting that our partner has or even being present in our partner's family life.
By Katherine Orellana2 years ago in Viva
Into The Pits and Out of the Light
PREFACE Pit *High pitched ring* it is happening again, that ring. *High pitched ring slowly comes to a long-lasting ring* She slips into the darkness of the high vibrational frequency of silent noise, the consciousness and unconsciousness meeting into the grey area of our minds. Within this process, both sides of the brains connect into one form of electrically vibrational frequency that finally reunites as one. She starts to realize that she is awakening again……*She is now I and I have awaken* My eyes are starting to see light again, it is time for me to open my eyes again, *Her eyelids start to slowly open and through the blurred vision, her eyes adjust to her surrounding area. I have awoken with a bright sting of pure color from the bright sun. As my eyes adjust to the unknown brightness, I notice in front of me light green flickering patches that stretched to the entrance of a forest, "wow, what a beautiful green scenery," *I breathe into my nose and out of my mouth* I say to myself; “Even the breeze smells so fresh here”. As I continue to be within my surroundings, my ego of her starts to rise and think "I seem to know this surrounding…but how? I do not think I have walked through these paths before, but I somehow feel driven to move forward, through this forest of familiarity"…. As she slowly resides back into the depths of unknown, I start to walk past the thick, sturdy, tall oak trees, and through the meadow of bright green grass, as i sense the textures and colors of the forest i noticed the change of green to golden yellow wheat meadow. I come to think how bizarre it was to change from green forest grass to golden yellow wheat meadow, and then she realizes that she is thinking, from thinking it turns into the knowing of I am, and now it is more than just her. I come to a halt, I look to what seems like the right and left side of my upper and lower physical body, and as I accept that the body is no longer in a physical plane, my gaze quickly rises. At first it seemed hard to tell but a beautiful pinewood bridge had started to form from the pieces of the golden wheat field and revealed to me a diamond field full of bright colored stars. As my look settles onto each star, I come to realize that each individual light is as unique and different as the other, as I settle into emotion of awe, this magnetic feeling from this beautiful field caused my true self to be pulled out from inside of her, my physical ego. She no longer had control, and as I look below myself, I see what used to be my physical self on one side of the bridge, while my true self started to cross the bridge to the beginning of the bright diamond field. I looked around my surrounding area, that feeling of familiarity is accepted within my true form, I can't help but be in love of what I know to be myself, and as I started to consciously understand where I am, another scenery grabbed my attention. Below the bridge, I had known to be a river was more than what I had first anticipated, shadows of unspeakable description lurked with the darkest and dimmest of colors, the sense of cold ran up my being and as they sense my gaze onto them, they rose from the river, as their tall figures revealed themselves as a version of what I used to be, they looked at me and opened a channel to speak to me telepathically. "Choose wisely: through temptation comes misery, through misery comes understanding, and understanding comes acceptance. Choose" As their words buzzed around my mind, she quietly comes back into view “Choose? Must I choose a temptation to understand the acceptance, or would I need the acceptance to understand the wisely decision of avoiding misery?” as she continues to think to myself, the I am presence of my true being felt the unsettling ease of not trying to think through this decision and just follow the knowing of truth without the nagging need of her: the ego coming into my decision. Yet, she still persists to pops up again and ask “Would I even escape the misery that comes with deciding or does the misery come after the decision? Must I choose regardless? Even if I do not want to follow to avoid misery? What is this, why put me here?” I was having trouble being in one with my true self, as she took over with anxiety, self-doubt, and awareness of a split between choosing the wrong jewel through her sense of egotistical logic, and the jewel I knew that is me through the I am of my own intuitive spirit. As my true being struggles with the Dis-attachment of what I thought used to be me, deeper colors of dark blue and black had come over us again, it’s familiarity of exhaustion being the reality, “Could I understand what it is like to pick one jewel to spend misery with? Or would life no longer be miserable? What is my purpose to find this jewel if it will only bring me misery?” The longer she questions the more I struggle to show her the true self of being. "Is misery not the reality I must figure out?” "What is the purpose of this life? Do I even exist in it?" I continue to struggle, no longer wanting to push out, I start to sink into the void of meaninglessness. Just as I was starting to lose strength in fighting the ego of herself, a bright purple, pink, orange flame comes from the end of the field. I no longer felt the push and pull of her and myself, I have suddenly felt complete in my true self without her entering the silence to interfere what I know must happen, this allowed me to move forward to the other side of the bridge. Weightless and full of knowing, I followed the bright color show with excitement and child-like curiosity through the diamond field. The diamonds moving aside as if it had its own will, to give my being space to walk through, as I notice the colors rise from the ashes of the fallen trees that surrounded this jewel, it floated above my being. As I stared at the beautiful bright lights that were now only a few feet away from me, it started to downwardly shift onto the diamond field. I continue to stare at the beautiful colors, and as I am being within the moment of awe it started to give shape to you. I have not seen someone here in this field for as long as I could remember, this person must be the guide that will help me seek the diamond that I am searching for. The colors did not move, so i questioned loudly “Where do you come from stranger? I was told to pick a diamond, can you direct me to the diamond I am searching for?” oddly enough I knew this was a silly question for I knew the diamond, and as i recognize this, the shape of the stranger laughed and said to me “Don’t you recognize me my love?” the stranger was no longer a stranger. Your wavy curly hair finally shows through the orange flames of your head , the purple and pink settles around your tall figure, and as your long legs move forward to touch the beautiful bright field, the diamonds that were laid in front of us separate into a clear path for you, and with each heavy-light stride you took towards me, diamonds would crack, and then shatter…Colors filled the sky around you, as you move closer to me, the colorful sky engulfs me into the space of creation, the more my senses understands how long it truly had been since I’ve seen you, the more I am drawn to you like a magnet drawn to its opposite. As my cognitive mind separates and my heart comes into my foresight of my true being, it shows me this knowing and accepting with ease your important existence within my life. My vision clears, now you are so close to me, my anxiety settles, and the understanding of who you are comes to my consciousness, you’ve never left. “It has been a long life, why did you leave me behind to fend for myself?” he wraps the beautiful purple and pink around me, and as we embrace, the colorful sky of green, white, blue, pink, and grey collided into a spark of a lifetime of explosions, and with each explosive color, the smoke would settle and create a sky full of lucid rainbows. He whispers to me “I’ve never left you, but this path is only yours to follow. I’ve waited for you and will wait until you see where you truly blossom my beautiful being. You are love, you are hate, you are envy, and you are praise, and when you finally understand your own miseries, we will meet each other again.” As he slowly fades into the darkness of the colors, I am left alone once again in the depths of my own darkness. That same dark feeling starts to creep into my mind, I am no longer I, she comes back as the commanding being. Let me sink into the unknown forever, I no longer want to live without you, but before I could sink into the loneliness of my own consciousness, its energetic life pulls me forward with the brightest gold and yellow I’ve seen, and once again I am back to the physical plane of humanity. My eye lids of my 3 dimensional being open and close, and as my vision settles, I look around the small room of existence that I have come to know as my life. I said to myself "It was only a dream", and as the vividness of you and me come to mind, those never-ending tears start to fall from my cheeks again and the questions start all over. "How long will it be until I see you? When will I see you again? What can I do to see you again?" Maybe that’s not the question or questions I must be asking myself. Maybe the question is "When will I stop feeling self-pity and self-doubt to move forward?" Maybe, it is, "What is it that I can do for myself to stop feeling so lonely in my own consciousness?" As I continue to slip back into my mind of what i think is my existence I continue on, "Maybe, it’s not meant for me to see you again until I understand my own miseries of self"," Maybe me and you would never meet again in this life, even if I do fix the toxicity of what I call my own demons". With these endless amounts of maybes that run through my frontal cortex, I start to wonder if there is even an exact answer for all my questions. I sit there in the dim lit room and then ask myself, what even is the exact? The exact is, following myself into the depths of my own darkness to know myself. Then, I can understand what it is that I must surpass to be fully one again, but is it really that straightforward or do i tell myself this to find comfort that I am the only one really feeling this depth of pain over you?
By Katherine Orellana2 years ago in Confessions
Why
Why? A three-letter word with so much power behind it. You can use it to ask all kinds of questions. Why is the earth flat? why is the earth round? why is it that we see colors? why do colors exist? why did we come up with the word why? why did the number one come after the number zero? why are there letters? why are there numbers?
By Katherine Orellana2 years ago in Wander
