The Baby Blue Frog Prince: a Fairytale Reality of Becoming Happily Ever After

By Kar La'kay

"We all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss."

-Paulo Coelho  

In her autobiography of anecdotal tales, Karla La'kay constructs a grand fairytale of self-discovery,

• Language: English
• Publisher: kar la'kay
• Release date: Dec 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9780578780092

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Copyright © 2020 by Karla La’kay

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Frog Spiritual Symbolism

The Healing of the Color Baby Blue

Philosophies Of a Wandering Frog Prince

Sorrows of the Deserted Frog Prince

Joys of a Hopeful Frog Prince

Healing Tears of Baby Blue Frog Prince

The Frog Prince Kissed by Spirit

Baby Blue Frog Prince Finds Water

Frog spirit teaches to jump the distance between your hopes and reality by leaving burdens behind. Frog symbolism allows you to wash away any feelings of disappointment and hurt as well as stagnant feelings of resentment and regret, also speaks of transitions and transformations. Invites you to make that much needed change. You will experience emotional release and will be able to clear energies in your life; you will be able to detoxify your life and take care of yourself better. The frog symbolizes a time of rebirth, and renewal, just like the bat. Inspires you to renew your point of view. You are inclined to navigate between physical, emotional, and spiritual planes, and find joy in life and nature. The frog also means prosperity; prosperous and abundant time for you and loved ones. It also means fertility, it will be a healthy and fertile time for creating new ideas and fresh perspectives. Harbingers of spring.¹

Light blue is associated with health, healing, tranquility, understanding, and softness.²

If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.

—Albert Einstein

Once upon time,

there was a frog of baby blue color. It found itself in a very dry desert, not really sure how it got there or where it came from. There was nothing but dry land to view in every direction. Feeling it’s skin becoming dry & dehydration creeping upon it, it began to hop in any direction. It must have been hopping for hours or days or minutes, there was no way to be sure. All the while hopping, the baby blue frog tried its very best to remember who it was & how it got there. It could find no remembrance to any of its own questions. Yet, all the while it could not shake this one feeling: it was a prince. What that meant, the frog had no idea. So there it was, hopping alone in the dry desert heat thinking to itself, I am a prince. I would like some water. I am a prince & would like some water. I am a prince who could use some water. & it was in this manner the frog hopped on into the delirium of the desert...

~ 1 ~

I feel life has many interpretations. It can sometimes be perceived as a game; as if you could do anything you want in this life and if you mess up you can try again in the next life. Sometimes life is seen as a serious one time shot, where all the decisions you make are yours and you are stuck with the consequences forever and in death. Then there are other times when life feels like an already written story; as if everything that has ever happened to you has already been predestined to happen. Kismet and all that. Who truly knows. I am trying to live my life to the fullest, to the happiest it can get. And of course there are struggles, but everything will pass because somehow life always manages to continue.

~ 2 ~

I think one of the hardest things in life is being stuck with your truth. When no one is there to witness what you’ve witnessed; it stays between you and the universe. The images from your perspective play on fast forward and rewind in your head. You can describe it, but not project it and as time goes on the playback becomes faint; yet you always know your side.

~ 3 ~

I had a dream just last night. Vivid and terrifying. It must have been World War Three, spinning drone bombs blowing up amusement parks and taking the lives of man, woman, and child. Grabbing children, ducking, running for their lives. It was my ultimate worldly nightmare. Is this how I envision the world of my future? It became all the more real when I woke up, with the current leader as of August 2017, the talk of nuclear codes and dictators. I arose in pain from cramps to take a shower; when in my mind rang the thought that we, the people‘’ have turned into we, the unconscious. Being guided away from our power as a collective of individuals. Becoming center focused on trivial things, being distracted and used by technology and made up social statuses. Straying away from the power of humanity. Connecting more with wires than mother earth, caring more about trends than each other. Caring more about a flex" than enlightenment and knowledge. Closing ourselves off to others who couldn’t even taste the luxuries of freedom. Using our freedom of speech to curse each other with no constructivism. We would rather fight for pride than a cause. Putting money and items before the pricelessness of a soul. Taking for granted the power of love to replace it with paper. We had been led to believe that without things, we are nothing. Yet, the earth is willing to give us everything we need in return for peace and understanding. The fact that we have enough for everybody, but would rather have more than everybody; that is surely the death of humanity. Technology is a blessing yet we use it as a curse, letting it divide us from ourselves and the magic of everyday life. People live to compete and compare rather than marvel and share, enjoying the differences. I cannot implant compassion into hearts, but perhaps I can shine light on the compassion that is already there, unstruck. Lest we devalue the power of community, individuality, and love. Yet, there is no power if we cannot even escape ourselves.

~ 4 ~

If our only mission in life is to be more successful than someone else, we’ve already lost. We have built the idea in our head that we can be better than someone who isn’t even in the same lane as us. We’ve paid so much attention to someone else’s path, that we didn’t even notice we were going the wrong way. We were moving further away from our own true happiness.

~ 5 ~

I can’t tell if it is sickening or beautiful, how I have now found joy in such morbid things. I take pleasure in my nightmares, in my cosmic, soulful solitude; joy in all my wayward discomforts, excruciating tears, and my cozy sorrows. Feelings which once swallowed me whole and made me pray for death, now breathe life into me. It’s as if I’ve found where joy and sorrow collide. I am happy with my sadness and saddened with happiness. It’s a lovely state to be in, compared to where I have been.

~ 6 ~

I am buried treasure. Every strand of hair equivalent to 26 carat gold. Every tear 3,106.75 carat diamond. My blood rivers of rubies; my brain made of black opal, my heart made of sapphire, my bones made of pure pearl. My energy as soft and graceful as velvet ribbons. My eyes a universe contained within precious marble. My soul like the most uncharted depths of the sea. All together I am the rarest rarity in all the galaxy. Yet, I am hidden, buried. Buried beneath insecurity, disregard, and blatant disrespect; buried by trauma and negativity. Yet again, as much as I am treasure, I am an adventuring pirate in desperate search of myself. In search of all the uncharted regions of my limitless potential. Not a greedy pirate either, willing to share all I’ve discovered.

~ 7 ~

My sadness is so beautiful. So tragic and gorgeous, because I make such lovely things with it, and maybe that is the only reason. Pain becomes of value. I’ve made sadness merely a vacation spot.

~ 8 ~

That can be the trouble, can’t it, of taking responsibility for one’s actions. The guilt of what we’ve done. It’s a difficult thing to face; the wrong we’ve done. Once one has accepted their part played in whatever chaos, one tends to beat themselves up over it. Forgiving the self be the most arduous. Is much simpler to blame and be angry, than to face one’s own actions. I myself, never forget, am guilty of this too. However, there is strength in acknowledging that. Being able to accept that we are not perfect persons and maybe, just maybe, no one should expect that of us or each other. For the only perfect we are, is perfectly imperfect. To be able to apologize, seek forgiveness, and try to be better. And with practice, not beat ourselves up too badly. We’re all doing the best we can. It’s a brave and noble thing to take responsibility, but not everyone is so brave. Can we also be brave enough to forgive others who are not yet sorry? For maybe it is not the meanness of them, but a weakness.

~ 9 ~

I was thinking that maybe hurting each other is in a way, a kind of love. Giving something we never knew we needed; the awareness of our own strength. The strength to walk away and or grow beyond pain. A gift not wrapped in pretty paper, but cloaked in blood, bruises, tears and fears, around the precious light and relentlessness of our own soul. So perhaps we should say thank you for all the pain. I am going to be beautiful with it and more of myself.

~ 10 ~

Well if this ain’t my lucky life! I was in the library looking at this book about the cosmos and galaxies. Galaxies are so damn beautiful, and all the while a woman was speaking to a man in the vicinity, I could overhear. She was panicked about apartments and money and blah blah blah. And all the while I was just standing there looking at pictures of infinite universe. The two things just didn’t mesh together. I’m beginning to think our perception of the world is a joke and we are as free as we want to be, if we are free from ourselves and we can have whatever we want and need.

~ 11 ~

I was just sitting outside talking to myself; yeah I do that. I say the most interesting things alone, because I think aloud with no judgement from myself. I often forget what I’ve said, but this particular day, I am going to do my best to remember. I feel it important. The subject is: unconditional love. The key to a peaceful world. Maybe the thing is to love everything, even the things we don’t like. I don’t like ants; they’re small, everywhere, and they bite me. Yet, maybe I should love them because they’re here. Because they are condemned to earth same as me. And maybe just cause I love ants, doesn’t mean I have to be down with what they’re all about. I can just do my thing with love in my heart for them. All the same, maybe it is not my job to demean them. Perhaps they exist to bite someone in the time it takes for another person to avoid an accident. And who am I to judge or interfere with fate, just cause I don’t like them? Maybe to love is to be peaceful enough to let people or things do whatever it is they need to do and at the very least don’t hurt them. That’s how we’re all connected; all pieces to the intricate puzzle of the world. And yeah there are people hell bent on causing trouble, and maybe they are like ants too. Don’t allow them to hurt you, at the very least not so bad you can’t forgive and love. Look out for yourself and others as much as possible, and do as little damage as possible, but know that ants exist for a reason even if you don’t roll around with them. Shake ‘em off you, shake’ em off another person, but love ‘em anyway. To love without condition may not mean to be a pushover or so extremely self sacrificing, but to be strong enough to be compassionate. This is just theory, but I’m pretty sure I’m right. Maybe we are all right and all wrong, but at the very pit of everything, is there not some variation of love?

~ 12 ~

Love. Love for people, love for places, love for things, love for life, love for Gaia, love for our individual gods and or god. Is to love to be god? Is god love and love god? And aren’t we free to love and question in peace?

~ 13 ~

I find it outrageously more difficult to recognize greatness in oneself.

I want to blow out my own brains on the pavement of sane.

I would love to love with all the love I could love.

I envision a world where the only violence and negativity is purely cinematic or temporary.

~ 14 ~

Sometimes I can’t believe I’m not just a cartoon cut out, but then I feel such passion rioting in my small body and large head space; then I remember I am a being capable of so many things. So many things that can easily be taken for granted. Even the ability to feel passion itself.

~ 15 ~

Is life to value everything that is not, because it seems that what is, is lame? That’s not the case however; everything that is, would be valued, if it was not.

~ 16 ~

I could sit and write for hours about anything, when I feel the urge; and lately I’ve had more of an urge to write than speak. I still feel others around me are just siphoning my energy. I don’t know the severity of being without character. How could I express my concern for individuality?

~ 17 ~

I love people’s laughter; there is no sweeter drug. I am addicted to it. I would give my first born son if it was funny enough, just for some sweet, sweet laughter. I love laughter so much.

~ 18 ~

The light in my eyes is the reflection of the fiery passion in my heart, the fire is from the infinite flame of my soul.

~ 19 ~

I had never felt a strange need to be very normal, until more recent pressurized years. I never felt the strange need to be strange either; however, I always, even now, feel this odd, unquenchable need to be myself.

~ 20 ~

I have never loved the bass beat beating of my own heart so much as now. My head to the pillow, hearing the echo of thumps; I am alive and tangible, auditory. My own heart, powered by my own ethereal soul. I can hear her, my heart, she speaks so sweetly. From the pillow I can hear her pure and true, untampered. Suddenly everything in my human existence makes sense. The dots connecting to every breath I take and every beat of my own heart. Even as I write, she speaks.

~ 21 ~

How am I, are we, meant to fight ourselves, negative energies, and government corruption? Institutionalized corruption, corrupted institution. It’s actually easier if we ignore everything that’s going on, but that requires an off switch to empathy, compassion. I’ve never had a switch like that, just an amazing poker face. I care so much about the happiness, peacefulness, and genuine fulfillment of others. I only recently started to appreciate life on earth, but I would do anything for many, many people to find freedom from the fake world, built on greed, power hunger, and soullessness. No one was spawned on earth to become a fucking bar code. We must free ourselves from ourselves and then together, free the world.

~ 22 ~

I’m so horny.

I’m horny for financial freedom.

I’m horny for peace on earth.

I’m horny for self expression.

I’m horny for emotional intimacy.

I’m horny for knowledge.

I’m horny for spiritual connection.

I’m horny for genuine friendship.

I’m horny for dead artists, musicians, and writers.

I’m horny for the cinema.

I’m horny for French lessons.

I’m horny for the other side of the world.

I’m horny for everyone to enjoy all of the earth, together, without all of the constraints and separation.

I’m horny for complete comfort in my own skin.

I’m horny for vulnerability.

I’m horny for true love in all forms.

And with all that, I am still horny for sex. This is as human as it gets I suppose.

~ 23 ~

Maybe feeling unlovable is just easier than feeling infinite love in many forms? Like maybe it’s simpler to believe that no one of 7 to 8 billion people could love you in the slightest. Easier than to believe that you could possibly be loved by music, clouds, strangers, animals, the ocean, the moon, the sun, art, rain, movies, books, and possibly even me. That much love can be difficult to perceive.

~ 24 ~

I was thinking about the 7 of cups and the 7 of pentacles in tarot; how those cups up in the clouds are dreams, ideas, desires, then when daydreams are no longer fulfilling, those cups become plant pots on the ground in which to plant those fantasies as intentions and water them with dedication and faith and witness what they can possibly grow into.

~ 25 ~

I never acknowledged the sensations of the phases of self. The change of seasons within and without. I am finding rhythm in this journey of my own universe. Galaxies of exploration within a galaxy. How I go about my journey is unique to me. I’m navigating an exploration inside myself to find myself in everything outside myself. I’m still trying to make sense of it, and perhaps that is a part of it. I still to this day make the mistake of thinking everyone is trying to understand the spiritual manner of their existence and circumstances, yet I come to find that most people dare not question.

~ 26 ~

I don’t want money; I want what money does. Makes people care, makes people confident, makes people feel secure, makes people give their time, effort, and attention.