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Blog entry
23 Jan 2011 - 5:55am
To Let go of fears is to let go of self.
The parts you've grown up with that are
comfortable at being numb and complacent
It takes too many restless nights to
bring peace to yourself if you keep these
worn out beliefs.
No flowing, no going within, no
space to truly breathe or even sigh.
You are torn by indecision even with
choices laid out before you. One path
leads to one comfortably uncomfortable
decision, the other path to a different
comfortably uncomfortable decision.
Now is the time to choose neither
and put one foot in front of the
other and make a new path leading
from your heart to the heart
of the universe. Never look back
because only fear looks back. Love
reflects the present in its wholeness
that includes all gratitude for where
you are in this very beautiful
moment.
Blog entry
21 Jan 2011 - 12:16pm
In addition to her well-known autobiographies, Maya Angelou has steadily written poetry over the years. In this video Professor Angelou recites her poem, "And Still I Rise," from her volume of poetry And Still I Rise, published in 1978.
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So beautiful and wise!
Thank you Maya Angelou~ for BEING such a reflection from Source
SiNeh~
Blog entry
21 Jan 2011 - 12:06pm
I was thinking about what I said on Tara's blog about smart thinking, so I thought I would share this very wonderful story by Issac Assimov.
Before you fall into judgement, it's just a story, I didn't write it. But rereading it today gave me all the right signals that I should pass it along here at lightworkers. The link:
http://www.multivax.com/last_question.html
"Let there be light..."
Shine Bright
Blog entry
21 Jan 2011 - 3:50am
If you only knew what was inside of me, you
would see just exactly what I am supposed to
be. I am the wind funneled through
matter stopping at my heart, It generates
my being, my very breathe. I am the
fire that burns in my eyes through
reflections of you on the glass.
I am the earth my toes dig in
and takes root wherever I am. I
am the water that gently flows
through your pores, exits through
your eyes, drips from your nose.
I am the spiraling dance of rythym,
the spirit of all beings consciousness
as it awakens from slumber into
the light. I am the sun that casts down these rays and the
moon that illuminates beams of stardust across the sky. I am
mother nature, father time,
the inner child, the outer divine,
the wayshower, the truthseeker,
the lover and the goddess warrior;
I am the feeling of unconditional
love and the sound of laughter.
I am your living dream, I am
all that is beautiful. I am you!!!
Blog entry
21 Jan 2011 - 3:42am
I have spent the majority of my life resisting life and suppressing my creativity. I've been recently inspired to start writing poetry again along with many other creative outlets including photography, journaling, singing and dancing. I've been guided to let them flow and not edit them at all, well except for spelling. lol! I let the words flow out from my soul to the paper and let them be. It is very freeing doing this. I hope you enjoy my poems. ;)
My life is a vast ocean
constantly moving and changing
swirling in and out of realities
calm looking at times with deep
currents below the surface
other times violent crashing waves
that churn up everything from
the depths to be released on the
shore, then collected by people,
animals or swept away again.
The ocean is my life blood and
I will return there very soon.
I will grow fins and a mermaid
tail and gills and go home
to where I once belonged.
Then I'll feel weightless, free
flowing on the tides moving out to sea.
Blog entry
20 Jan 2011 - 3:44am
A bombfire of bullcrap keeps us warm at night,
but only in our minds
The layers of lies, intertwined make us blind
to truth of the matters of our hearts
The stars try and tell us in their twinkles,
but people have forgotten their tongue
& their words hurt the ears & the mind to comprehend it, becos the truth is not
always so kind.
Occasionally we actually look around, and think about ourselves, and where we are and how we think.
Then we have the chance to actually remember what really matters and what really is. Emotion, people - that symbolised by ocean and moon, these matter. The symbols of dreams are always matters of the heart, reflections of the innermost, the child. Its so easy to forget that child is still there and take proper care of them. To forget to count blessings rather than lacks.
Blog entry
20 Jan 2011 - 3:41am
Conversations like several seperate entities,
subjecting the present, reality to experiment, and examination
until true memory arrests the moment, superseeds it. Rises above it,
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transcends into incommunicable lightforms, carrying information.
From deep in that ocean, echoed a sound.
That sound, bounced and was magnified by water pressures and rock
formations, bubbling up into the surface where it sounds....
010010110110111001101111011101110110110001100101011001000110011101100101
Blog entry
19 Jan 2011 - 2:05pm
THE PLATINUM LIGHT INSIGHT
Knowing how to accept our fate
We are changing all our perspective,
As to quit the long suffering state
Being happy and brightly creative.
And becoming aware of all
That is waiting to be manifested,
Co-creating the sacred new forms
We’ll partake in the wondrous creations.
And we’ll cherish with light, love and peace
Every quantum and thought, and perception,
Every cell will transform in a prism
To reflect what is given in gratitude.
In the crystalline grid of the Earth
We are those living rainbow receivers
That will anchor the planet’s re-birth
And will channel new energy rivers
As to water each being and soul
In the ways that are gentle and loving:
And the sprouts will continue to grow,
In the earthly - now heavenly garden.
Blog entry
18 Jan 2011 - 8:12pm
Everyone comes to Earth with a purpose in mind
A purpose that you’ve got to look beyond the surface to find
Only you know what it is, it’s written in your heart
Embedded in the DNA that you were given from the start
Every problem you ever encounters a test
Opening your hearts the only way out of the mess
Blog entry
18 Jan 2011 - 8:12pm
We’re all born equally
There’s enough room to easily all live peacefully
And that’s how it needs to be
United in harmony
If we could only start to see
Who we really are, our true nature isn’t hard to be
In fact actually, it comes quite naturally
Each blessing I send out comes right back to me
That’s the way of the world, universal law
Few species resist the Flow, humans worse of all
M
Story
15 Jan 2011 - 1:41pm
the one rules all.nothing has authority over it
it is the god
it is father of every thing,
holy one
the invisible one over everything.
it is uncontaminated
purelight no eye can bear to look within.
the one is invisible spirit
it is not right to think of it as a god or as like gods.
it is more then just god.
nothing is above it.
since everything exists within it
it does not exist within anything.
since it is not dependent on anything,
it is eternal
it is absolutely complete and so needs nothing
it is utterly perfectlight.
the one is with out boundaries nothing exists outside of it to border it.
the one cannot be investigated nothing exists apart from it.
the one cannot be measured nothing exists external to it to measure it.
the one can not be seen for no one can envision it.
the one is eternal.
for it exists forever
the is inconceivable for no one can comprehend it
the one is indescribable for no one can put any words to it
the one is infinite light
purity
holiness
stainless,
the one is incomprehensible perfectly free from corruption.
not "perfect"
not "blessed"
not "divine"
but superior to such concepts.
neither physical nor unphysical
neither immense nor infinitesimal
it is impossible to specify in
quantity or quality for it is beyond knowledge.
the one is not a being among other beings or gods.
it is vastly superior
but it is not "superior"
it is out side of the reamls of being and time for whatever is within realms of being was created
and whatever is within time had time allotted to it.
the one receives nothing from anything.
it simply apprenhends itself in its own perfect light
the one is majestic.
the one is measureless majesty
chief of all realms
producing all realms
light
producing light
life
producing life
blessedness
producing blessedness
knowledge
producing knowledge
good
producing goodness
mercy
producing mercy
generous
producing generosity
( it does not " possess" these things)
it gives forth light beyond measure
beyond comprehension
(what can i say?)
his realm is eternal, peaceful,silent,resting,before everything.
he is the head of every realm sustaining each of them through goodness
but these are all just talking on a page
enjoy
Blog entry
12 Jan 2011 - 6:45am
posted on the fractal wanderer
The KEY, the very SEED of AWAKENING that eventually blossoms into REMEMBERING why we have come here, to this heavy chemical climate, blinded by the Law of Confusion, Master Cycle near it's end; is a mathematical equation - the binary triplet configuration - that an ancient spark provides, to a confused and weary traveler, through this illusion of the mind.....
Terrence Mckenna's Timewave, the WebBot, earthly DNA;
the iChing; Metatron's Cube, Fibbonacci's Fractal, the Anu particle;
the Torus Knot; the human hand, the double helix, Tzolkin Cycles,
13 Moon Calendar, the Mayan Code.
Written on Pyramid walls, gaurded by Masons, knowledge of the Templar, Melchezedek's charge;
hidden deep within the bible, spoken in Draco, Sir Laurence Gardner and all the Queens men;
The Ark of the Covenant, Egyptian Pharoas, white powder gold and little green friends;
Madame Blavatsky wrote Hitler's bible, a stargate exists in Iraq;
Rothschild put the Jews in Israel, hostile gaurdians of the precious Suez;
on ancient scrolls it is written, the real reason for war in the middle east;
the gulf of aden rumbles, earthquake swarms bringing to life;
bp oil spill a coverup, for what really happened to the gulf stream;
the magnetic anamoly growing stronger, warm waters cease to flow
on the path that regulated temperature, for our wounded and bleeding globe;
The vanity of man so tiny, that his hand could truly influence earth,
or change the planetary cycles, established millions of years before his birth;
The Russians know its happening, the ice will reach them first,
the yemenese pirates another decoy, as the powerful lose control;
and face the eventuality, that over this they have zero control.
Like clockwork threats of terrorism, emerged from the nearest shore.
nothing shipped in or out of yemen, the supposed terrorist hotbed;
when in reality the earths great rumbling, a portal threatens to expose;
What lies beyond this portal or who it may welcome-illuminati's reocurring nightmare
the house of cards they dwell on, is falling one by one;
Rogue and greedy they ruled this planet, hiding truth deep underneath the ground,
as long as the masses remained ignorant, to mathematical truths that could set them free;
That the complexity of the matrix, reduces down to simple code,
That the probability vortexes, are now subject to human control
What will happen they can not tell us, precious free will must be observed,
with clues and admonitions in unison they bombard us, lightworkers you are wasting precious time;
The door is standing open, human stories pale in the light,
of universal love and intelligent infinity, starseed lineage and cosmic birthright;
Yes it was hard we understand you,
your suffering we do not refute,
but your arrival here is all that matters,
can you not understand in love we come,
ascended masters, archaengels and demons,
shifting shapes and changing tunes;
the lightworker forever diligent, through the din must find the words,
that resonate and serve as summons, from light families the galaxy wide,
gather the children and sell the station wagon, embark on a new and lighter life;
In the meantime walk the tightrope, dig deep and curl your toes up tight,
cling fast to that thread of sanity, stretched high above against a deep blue sky;
perhaps the greatest challenge, comes at the end of many lives,
when truth revealed and brazen, consumes our thoughts as we drive to work
To toil for a paper green dollar, a remnant of a system in repose,
no value, no worth, nothing backs it, but still necessary as of yet,
to feed, house and clothe the children, pay the mortgage, fuel the car
the american dream of home ownership,
virtual creations of elecrical theory manifest and diverse,
people reduced to numbers on a page, their actions long ago predicted,
circa 1954;
transistor radios and linear computing,
sheeple not people, and binary code;
strawmen and hidden stipulations,
master files useless to decode;
Indignant and disrespected, revolution a spoken word,
no longer fat and happy, American's dying in the streets,
In Greece and Eastern Europe, the Ukraine and under the Haitian sky,
infrastucture crumbles, mass exodus planet wide;
Experiments in longevity, infant fatality and cloning of pets,
Where do we reconcile compassion, and the true worth of a human life,
is not to die the best option, for every fragile life,
for every psyche tortured, in tunnels devoid of light
Questions deep and emotions strangling, moments of glory and depths of despair;
the lightworker navigates the landscape, of energetic frequencies,
weight and gravity, holographic skin and hair
Colors and textures, streets and words, blood spilled in dark of night,
it all seems gravely serious, traumatic and self absorbed,
in pain, abuse and tragedy, cradle to grave a time so short
If we have been spared or blessed to emerge from,
incarnations filled with strife, our hands outstretched we offer,
love and light with all our might.
Yet in grace we must remember, the darkness never goes away,
it is just polarity, colored by morals,
programmed by society, no good or bad;
Yin and Yang, male and female,
androgynous and neutral, we cross the threshold,
potention, intention, absolution, manifestation
creation, eternal life
I AM
Blog entry
12 Jan 2011 - 4:37am
I always forget to sign my poems,
when my mind begins to roam
But rest ashore ,they are by me.
Silly writings as you can see.
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* A spirit whispers in my ear
* I listen closely without fear
* And what this old one says to me
* Is how the Earth will come to be.
* With watchful eyes I see the things
* That this old spirit often brings
* To all of you who did not hear
* Listen closely without fear
* You can also see these things
* That this old spirit often brings.
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Lilies of the valley
Tulips of the Glen
Lift up their little faces
When princess is near them
They love to see her big brown eyes
And watch her flowing hair.
And listen to her nickers gayly fill the air.
They also love to see her
Sipping from the stream.
And hold her highly held up head
As thou she were a Queen.
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Aurora shines so stunning bright
I look above with such delight
As color fills our northern sky
It's beauty makes you want to cry
Just like a rainbow ,colors flare
Catching glances everywhere
Aurora skies are shinning bright
The best show you can see at night.
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Why is life so upside down,
It tosses to and fro
Rolling with an endless wave
My heart is full of woe.
Look up, Look up I hear these words
And as I do I see
The sky is full of wonder Looking back at me.
On I walk with pondering thought.
That life is not so bad.
It depends on how I look at it
Be Happy? Or be sad?
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Over the rolling hills my heart flies
The wind lifts my wings as I glide with ease
Higher,still Higher I go
Look at me ,No one can touch me now.
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What say you poets here and there
Flowing pens without a care
Writings from your hearts desires
Hot enough to start some fires
Life is short so have some fun
Grab your pen and write some ,Hun.
Let sweetness flow when you begin
I'd like to see a big old grin
So ,poets writing here and there
Give it one old fashion Flair.
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Twos the night before Xmas and all through the Clan
We gathered together and started to plan.
The stars in the sky were shinning so bright
Luminous Visions filled up our night.
Our children were sleeping without any cares
Tucked under their blankets ,they cuddled their bears.
Calvin was dressed and already to go
He tiptoed around in the new fallen snow
From tee pee to tee pee he quietly went
He loved every minute of time that he spent.
He knew in the morning the children would rise.
And look all around with huge open eyes.
Now Calvin was hiding to see their surprise
For He loved all those children with wide open eyes.
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Calvin rides a mighty steed.
The finest of his favorite breed.
Riding in the wild today
That mighty Steed ,his name was "Gray".
He rode old Gray in mountains high.
The two of them ,I think could fly.
They had a bond beyond compare.
It was a bond so very rare.
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Chop chop Saw saw
I heard a voice say caw caw
As I looked around to see
I saw a Crow up in a Tree
He sat there looking back at me
I often wondered what he thought
Seeing me down here in my lot
His large Black eyes were opened wide
I felt them piercing in my side
You think that after all these years
That big old crow would have some fears
But no not he who sits so high
he shakes his head and sighs.
One day I'll chop that big old tree
The one he sits in watching me.
Caw caw caw
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Snow was falling late this Night
Shinning in the sparkling Light
Laughter flowing at it's Hight
Time for a SNOWBALL FIGHT!!"
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I walk alone in silence
And dream along the way
Of the time we spent together
And I loved you all the way
Now my heart is full of sorry
Knowing what we must do
But in my heart
We'll never part
Loving you the way I do.
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Dancing in the moon light
Singing with the breeze
Flowing with Earth's rhythm
With such a graceful ease.
Dancing with the fairies
Oh how bright they shine,
Bringing me a feeling I know is only Mine.
Floating all around me
Soaring high above
Dancing with the Fairies
This is what I Love.
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RED EARTH MAN ,
WHERE DO YOU ROAM?
DO YOU FEEL THE BEAT
OF YOUR MOTHERS HEART ?
DO YOU EMBRACE THE FALLING TEARS
FROM YOUR FATHERS EYES AS
THEY REFRESH YOUR SOUL?
RED EARTH MAN,
THE WIND IS FULL OF YOUR ANCESTORS
WHISPERS, CAN YOU HEAR THEM?
THEY ARE CALLING YOU.
DO YOU SEE WITH THE EYES OF
THE EAGLE THAT SOARS HIGH ABOVE?
RED EARTH MAN,
ARE YOU JOINED IN THE CIRCLE
OF CREATOR'S LOVE ?
WHERE DO YOU ROAM!
Blog entry
7 Jan 2011 - 1:17pm
All assumptions aside
Love is coming alive
So talk your new age jive
Im just living my life
Whatever happens happens
Blog entry
6 Jan 2011 - 11:30am
PROFICIENCY
We can breathe so deep,
Living in the rhythm.
We can grow so high,
Kiting in the sky.
We can think and do,
Following the Truth.
We can co-create
Heaven on this planet.
We can love and laugh,
Piping with the doves
Smiling through the tears,
Manifesting miracles.
We can dance this life,
Building paradise
Having all bright dreams
Living and fulfilled.
Blog entry
6 Jan 2011 - 1:51am
For the flame of our hearts
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I know we are @ the crossroads
It appears unknown
where we will go
Yet, I know I love you now
I love you later
I love you always
I know you are real
I love who you are
I long to be near you
You are in my heart
You are a root in my soul
I love you
As we wander, the knowing is strong
Yet, if you find the signal weakening
If you feel you cannot hold all of these thoughts alone,
If you cannot bear the weight of the pain,
If you cannot take on all the challenges alone,
Know, again, that I am here for you
For we are one and the same,
and we are experiencing all of it together.
Know I still love you,
not just the thought of you - although that is where I begin,
not just the sight of you - although that is where I remember,
not just the scent of you- although that is where I touch,
not just the sound of you- although that is where I know,
It is more than this...
I love you in my everyday thoughts random and boring and wild,
I love you in my meditation sending universal ecstasy,
I love you in hearing our conversations; remembering our words,
I love you
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You and I
two star-crossed lovers
eating exotic fruits of cosmic love
enjoying the union
like two porpoises swimming together
in the jewel like sparkling rays of sunlight
in the turquoise ocean dream
dancing like seaweed
the bliss implodes my heart sevenfold
in the fiery passion in your eyes
and the beautiful love truth
of your flaming heart
together we dance tonight into forevermore
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Blog entry
5 Jan 2011 - 12:15pm
In the golden solar fountains
I am rising with the flames,
From the moony silver mountains
I am coming with the rains.
Thus my dreams are getting real
And the Real lifts the veils;
Loving more, I project feelings
From the Sacred that prevails.
So I get support from higher,
As to step beyond beliefs,
Seeing causes, to admire
All those model codes and prints
Which are waiting to be open
Activated and applied -
Is there any better option
Than fulfilling what we are?
And becoming One in allness
To create the lasting peace,
Finding our Home of Glory
To receive the pure bliss
That is coming from the Essence
And is found beneath the shelf.
Life is reaching its perfection,
If allowed to be itself.
video
4 Jan 2011 - 5:55pm
narrated by Laurence Olivier from a stage play called 'Time' (1986)~
~*~
Playing the role of GOD, Laurence Olivier expresses one of the most POWERFUL and Wise renderings ~ this will touch your Heart & Soul!
~*~
Heart Hugs!
Blog entry
4 Jan 2011 - 9:43am
So think as if your every thought
were to be etched in fire
upon the sky for all and everything to see.
For so, in truth, it is.
So speak as if the entire world were but a single ear
intent on hearing what you say.
And so, in truth, it is.
So do as if your every deed were to recoil
upon your heads.
And so, in truth it does.
So wish as if God himself had need of you.
His life to live.
And so, in truth, he does."
~Mikhail Naimy
Blog entry
3 Jan 2011 - 2:40pm
It is the most natural
To be yourself.
But it is also arduous
To keep your sense
Of being authentic
And being unique
Among the authorities
In the world of technique –
Until you discover
That all is in you:
Every knowledge and answer,
And the Source of the Truth
As well as the harmony
You sought from outside -
Your inner reality
Holds the true paradise.
If you only believe it,
Overflow it with light
And remove what is weediest,
Growing seeds of delight -
You could hope for the richest
Harvest - bringing in Love
And enjoy the achievements,
Which are treasures above.
That is how you’ll be wealthy,
But as free as the wind,
Always new and ascending
To the higher beliefs.
Yes, you could be a fighter
In the quest of the soul
But it will be much lighter,
If you go with the flow.
Blog entry
3 Jan 2011 - 7:13am
I feel you in every blank cell.
Light rays beaming into me.
Setting parts of reality free.
Your presence ignites passion.
One soul within two bodies.
Infinite soul bound love.
Societies facade.
Entangled in the chaos.
Slowly breaking free.
Opening the conciseness.
We found our true Twin Flame.
Our love enlightened me.
My heart aches without you.
I am with you in our sleep.
our energies twirled as one.
I dream to have you here again.
This love, this journey has just begun.
We are made for something greater.
Lets let go of this hurt.
Heal what has been damaged.
And continue on with our destiny.
Blog entry
2 Jan 2011 - 7:48pm
spring cleaning ..
by ~GrimmPingwynne
every now and then,
i go a little round the bend.
and my thoughts rewire trends,
of old issues ..
now i'm not sayin' that's a mission ..
just it leaves me .. inconsistent ..
feelin' somewhat reminiscent ..
somewhat blue ..
ya see, i often delegate.
too afraid to raise the stakes ..
but in my mind, it keeps me safe ..
that's what i do ..
and when my thoughts are out on hold,
i find a place to rest my soul,
and reinvent my long term goals,
to feel renewed ..
in my own way i'm just creatin'
somethin' worthy of maintainin'
with the beauty i've been savin'
integratin' old and new ..
and when i find my weary eyes,
open up and realise ..
the greener grass is on my side,
my sky turns blue ..
but see, sometimes the bigger picture,
looks a little bit disfigured ..
something vague and unconsidered
seeping through ..
at times like these, i close my eyes ..
try to take it by surprise ..
play hide and seek, you can't see me,
i can't see you ..
granted, it's not a situation
which avoids anticipation
of a failure so degradin'
that i'll barely see it through ..
but in my way, i make a change ..
find i'm somewhere new .. and strange ..
which unsettles all i've reigned
but in the end, helps to improve ..
ya see, my faith it works through phases.
often find myself in dazes ..
can't remember certain phrases
that once helped me to ensue ..
a world beyond my self conviction,
seems i've got this raw addiction,
to the abstract work of fiction
life flows to ..
.. when i look up towards the skies,
accept my flaws one at a time ..
i feel somehow realigned ..
.. re-issued ..
but still i find myself in grieving ..
all my constant disbelieving
which has kept my scars from healing
comes unglued ..
now my terrain begins to crumble,
when i try to stand, i stumble ..
it's not the energizing struggle
i once knew ..
when i can see beyond the trees,
i'm afraid, because i'm free ..
and that ain't something that i've been
too used to ..
see, in my mind i'm wagin' wars ..
on all the me's i've been before,
it's time to lock up all the drawers
that i've just cleaned through ..
.. not all of them are changing ..
just a bit of rearranging
keeps my mind up for sustaining
once my eyes have seen the truth ..
and when my mind's up for the graft,
my thoughts can then embark,
upon the fragile work of art
which'll allow progression through ..
Blog entry
2 Jan 2011 - 6:32am
It is interesting that there are no categories for abundance or gratitude in the main categories.
I invite you to state your intentions for this year in 2011. You might include intention for the world and intentions for your self. It might be something like this:
In 2011 those that inhabit the world deserve to have shelter, food, and clothing provided in abundance.
In 2011, I deserve to interact with people that touch my life with compassion and love.
In your comments, please add your intentions for 2011.
These are my personal intentions and intentions for the world.
In 2011, we all deserve to:
interact with others in a loving way.
experience and feel true love each day.
learn to use our psycic gifts to serve others.
learn to use our spiritual gifts to serve others.
learn to use our bodies.
live in a world of peace.
transform the world into a place where people experience their human rights.
feel supported in those events of life that are our greatest lessons and challenges.
rise above fear, experiencing true freedom.
realize the awesome power of our choices - individual, community, nation, world and universe.
recognize the ego as a natural part of our experience.
experience every day the connection between all of us.
have our basic needs for shelter, food and clothing provided for us in abundance.
experience all of our national leaders act for the good of all the earth. And one day the universe.
In 2011, I deserve to:
live in a beautiful, organized, well decorated home by the ocean.
share my dreams, love and thougts with a life companion.
learn to put love into my work.
be surrounded by loving, supportive people, that celebrate me!
shine in all my glory.
be free!
love my body.
be supported by money in abundance.
start my life's work.
experience authentic love.
experience authentic respect.
experience authetic joy.
experience authentic fun.
increase my salary.
reach clarity on my goals.
feel powerful in my body.
rest my overactive mind.
connect with G.O.D. and recognize it.
explore my emotions.
express my true self.
enjoy what I've worked so hard to attain.
rest with ease.
feel safe.
experience a truely loving partner.
let go of unhealthy attachments.
cut cords of attachment.
clear my aura.
maintain a healthy aura.
learn to stay bright.
give myself the gift of time.
experience consistent confidence.
be celebrated.
connect with others in a positive supportive and healthy way.
feel confident in my body.
feel beautiful.
express the beauty inside of me.
share with others the beauty inside of me.
revel in the role of mother.
experience deep expressiive fun with my children.
build greater intimacy with my children.
build a tribe around me.
lead a tribe to great feats.
experience success.
be recognized for my special gifts.
embrace how extrordinary that I am.
be selfish.
learn to sail a boat.
feel the wind on my skin.
achieve sexual satisfaction.
increase my physical strength.
eat to satisfaction.
forgive myself.
let the past go.
truely value my self.
enjoy salsa dancing.
enjoy club dancing.
sit with my loved ones in my arms and watch the sunsets at the beach.
run at the beach in the morning cool.
teach SoulKids successfully.
launch SoulKids in the US.
become a certified meditation teacher.
finalize my Reiki Master training.
begin a Reiki practice.
take naps often.
have do nothing days.
experience more of the places that I travel.
speak my truth.
continue my meditation practice each day.
count my blessings in earnest each day.
step into my challenges with courage knowing they only strenghen me or teach me.
reach out to others for help.
identify clearly my needs.
advocate for my needs.
stick by my needs.
step toward fear.
state my intentions for the day.
express who I really am.
share with others who I really am.
really listen to others.
let others handle thier problems.
be helpful and yet not take over.
give advice only when asked.
live the 5 Reiki principles: Just for today I will not anger, just for today I will not worry, just for today I will live honestly, just for to day I will be kind to everything.
visit Ankor Wat Cambodia.
visit Bali.
sing a beautiful song.
write a professional blog.
write two books.
trust my intuition.
learn to listen for my intuition.
write gratitude letters that are from my heart.
let my uncle and aunt know that they are often in my thoughts
let my feet touch mother earth each week.
hug trees more often.
spend more time in nature/outdoors.
spend more time with my family.
spend more time with people that are healthy for me.
feel worthy no matter what.
gain comfort socializing with people.
learn to be better friend.
discover my true self.
develop my empathic skills to help others.
May you be blessed in 2011 :-) Please join me in stating your intentions for the world and your self.
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30 Dec 2010 - 8:51pm
My daily tasks have created a certain amnesia that has taken all my attention. I make subtle gestures to honor my magical soul and the creation it yearns for but only simple parlor tricks to amuse myself into believing I honor my soul. I quietly surrender to the mundane. I ask why because I know that faeries dance and pixies make mischief in the same world where I make money and chase sucess. They giggle and laugh at my efforts to appear "normal". They see the struggle when I wonder if everyone else can see them too. I get a queer feeling knowing that just because I understand what animals are saying doesn't mean everyone does. I feel like a visitor on this planet but without any real sense of where home really is. I keep trying I am afraid if I let the magic out it will be like a closet that can not be closed and then i wonder why would I want it to close fear is a most silly human emotion.
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30 Dec 2010 - 6:31pm
Hived
by ~GrimmPingwynne
seein' ain't believin' when it comes to you
all these radical disasters, and ya points of view
it ain't a way of moving forward, just an abstract view ..
but nah, ya take it all for granted .. this one too ..
forgettin' all about frustration never let me down,
but on the other side of life, it taught my heart to drown ..
in such an endless cosmic jungle, it's against the odds
to find a path that's clear to travel .. to walk with gods ..
ya see, beyond all this confusion, that's what we are.
we're that glimmer of salvation, that shining star ..
we just forget sometimes how beautiful we really are ..
seems it's lost in the equations of eternal war.
now it's a battle of deception, and a state of mind,
there's a lack of recollection, cause the things you find
are an essential part of keeping us within hive mind ..
they like it when there's lots of hidden paths that wind ..
but see, i got ma hidden windy paths here too ..
and just cause i'm so fucking jaded don't mean you should come unglued,
you should rise above beyond it all, and follow through ..
do whatever you think you were put here to do.
it ain't a matter of humanities overall growth,
it's about what makes ya feel, and the words you spoke ..
ya see, the rest'll follow course, there ain't no room to boast,
that wreakin' havoc in the mind was the lunch room joke.
i don't know why it is that i should seem so different to you ..
we got the same imagination, same exhaggerated issues,
just we're lookin' at the image from a less effective pew
than if we'd started from redemption, instead of this abuse ..
it ain't that hard to find the peace of mind we're searchin' for,
it ain't about just knowin' when, or where ya stashed ya doors,
it's about waitin' around .. until ya find what's yours,
so with that in mind, it's simple, it's a worthy cause ..
no need to wonder why it is, that everything keeps fadin'
no need to ask about the past, or make sure that you're upgradin'
just as often as the rest of us, it ain't about the way,
you put us high up on our pedestals, then watch us slip away ..
it's all about the way you see the world, the way ya clean ya eyes,
the way the lack of self acceptance keeps ya seperate from ya mind.
life ain't confusin', it's a concept that's in constant redesign,
just gotta choose a worthy angle babe, and watch yourself .. unwind ..
it took me years to see that pedestal's ain't what i thought they were,
nah they can't guarantee ya safety, as the lines begin to blur ..
and then before ya know what's happened, you're as lost as lost can be,
they seem to think i like it here, sittin' high and lookin' pretty ..
but I can see so far that everywhere around me seems so dauntin'
that it's hard to even acknowledge it all, let alone teach myself to adore it,
and without adoration for the world that surrounds me, I ain't nothin' 'cept another lost soul,
and what's the use of another lost soul in a world where ascension feels to me to be the integral goal ?
one of the biggest lessons I've learnt in this life, is the power that dreams can hold,
and when I'm soarin' high above it all, I know there ain't a person can cherish the world,
on the massively infinite level required, to effectively change it and make it renewed,
but ya see what we do is we energise others, then that energised energy gets streamed through ..
mixed up with love and a lot of compassion, out with the old and in with the new,
no more attempts at assisted suicides, just the bonds of the family truths,
that we're all exactly the same as each other, take out the fears and replace them with light,
and at the end of the day, when we all slip away, into the warmth of our duvets, we'll know we're alright.
cause we'll be together, always together in a world where the people can conquer the sun,
where there's no moral dilemma's cause everyone knows what it's like to be pointin' the gun.
and nobody shoots, cause there's no need to prove what we've mastered, and the billions of footsteps we've come ..
just to be, will be enough for me .. to be a part of the forming of one ..
and when we look back at today, and we see the decay that we've brought upon ourselves,
we'll see beauty amongst it, and realise that the process we've truely been dealt,
is the ability to cherish, to create beauty from unimaginable hell ..
and we'll understand, that the master plan, is always rewritin' itself ..
and with knowledge like that you can't help it, but glow with an essence so pure,
that beyond disillusionment, barriers break .. and we're able again to assure,
that it's okay to live, not just merely survive, with enough arms on loan to hug everyone tight,
when we've conquered the sun .. we can learn, how to glide ..
without burnin our wings .. our minds can take flight ..
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30 Dec 2010 - 2:35pm
I saw your soul
A pale blue shadow glowing in the dark
I saw your eyes
Blue they were
But clouded - your beautiful sun
Couldn't come through -
Yet, I hope -
And I saw the little stars
All over your body
Wanting to join and shine
Just for you.
You stare out the window
Hoping to forget
And I wish you'll find the way
To forgiveness -
To love.
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29 Dec 2010 - 4:52pm
The song of sunrise
Birdsong
The cawing of crow
Winged symphony indeed!
These Gregorian notes take wing
And dissipate the illusion of darkness
Searching the fine lines
Between asphalt and snow
For the kernels of corn that glow.
They are the sentinels that remain
The cardinals and sparrows are hidden
Yet these stolid forms remain.
They connect the ark and the rainbow
The promise of Light is their flight
As they call for all to awaken…
Fight, fight-against the dying of the Light
This their solemn chorus sings
Yet, remember there are only rings
Only rings in spiral dance
Down the winding staircase of Day
To rise again and go away
To twist and turn as dark returns
From Source to Source
From hearts to sun and sun to hearts…
Now, awhile, at tops of lifeless trees
They gather, where ley lines meet
In ceremonious song they clamor
And cling in discussion of many things.
Then one by one, they spread their wings
For another day is dawning!
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22 Dec 2010 - 7:23pm
I was taking a break from the housework a little while ago, and I sat down on the couch with one of my sons.
He picked up a library book that he'd brought home from school: "A Light in the Attic" by Shel Silverstein.
I actually used to have this book when I was little, and was always a huge fan of this whimsical poet.
My son and I took turns reading some of the poems to each other, and then he got bored and went to play.
I continued flipping through the book browsing, at times stopping to read a poem here and there. And I realized...
that some of these poems have messages that maybe as a child I'd once understood, but had since forgotten.
This one seemed to me to be speaking of duality and the delicate dance of balance that exists within each of us
as everything is not black OR white, but a mixture of both, and more-that creates who we are and what we do...
ZEBRA QUESTION
I asked the zebra,
Are you black with white stripes?
Or white with black stripes?
And the zebra asked me,
Are you good with bad habits?
Or are you bad with good habits?
Are you noisy with quiet times?
Or are you quiet with noisy times?
Are you happy with some sad days?
Or are you sad with some happy days?
Are you neat with some sloppy ways?
Or are you sloppy with some neat ways?
And on and on and on and on
And on and on he went.
I'll never ask a zebra
About stripes
Again.
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This next one that grabbed me was very short and to the point... but after I read it, and thought about it- it simply said:
When you turn away from light (love, life..) the darkness stays ahead of you (your future?) But when you turn towards the light
embracing it's warmth, letting it shine on your face ...the darkness falls behind you.
SHADOW RACE
Every time I've raced my shadow
When the sun was at my back,
It always ran ahead of me,
Always got the best of me.
But every time I've raced my shadow
When my face was toward the sun,
I won.
~Shel Sliverstein~
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21 Dec 2010 - 2:23pm
Hope you enjoy, this once again comes from my magic notebook. I insist that everyone rushes out to the store today and picks up their very own notebook. Something you can just right down your ideas in, put your thoughts down. You don't have to be a writer to write, writing is our gift it is our opportunity to listen to that inner voice.
Reaching Within
Gaze upon the stars, allow yourself to be free
Past the trees of love you shall heal
How far before you begin to see
Remembering a time of glorious zeal
Beyond the noise, listen you can hear
Look through the window of hate
Do not turn away in fear
Without a doubt it is never late
In the eyes of wisdom lies belief
Look upon the knowledge as your guide
Reaching within you will find relief
Hold on for the joyous ride
Ignore those who only despair
For what you seek never leaves
For in time they shall find their repair
It remains by your side because it believes.
For some reason my thoughts have been coming out in a play on words kind of way. I suppose all the talking about being creative and having an imagination has brought me back to ryhmes.
I am blessed that you have read this and I hope it has made you realize how beautiful you are!
Namaste, Peace and Love!
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21 Dec 2010 - 1:06pm
BEAUTY IS
Beauty is to let
Your essence shine.
Beauty is to get
Gold from your mine,
Which is in the heart -
Your streaming love
With the Rays of Light
Coming from above.
And this crystal dance
Will engage us all
And will set the trends
To become one whole.
Is there better way
To reveal our grace?
Is there brighter path
Than the honest pace?
Yes, and it’s the will
To conclude this theatre
Raising our zeal
Over bounds and fears.
Yes, and it’s the fun
Not to hurt and rive,
But become One
With the Source of life.
Is there better lens
Than the total peace?
Is there deeper sense
Than the touch of bliss?
Yes, and it's the strive
Serving to ascend
And align much higher
In the cosmic blend.
Yes, and it’s the worth
To be co-creators
In the perfect worlds
And the flight of majesty.
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21 Dec 2010 - 4:50am
Care should be taken by those who hold power, or their pawns may awaken to take hold the watchtower! They seem so deceiving, as they cling to the vine, always believing the hour is mine. But the winds grow stronger, while their grips grow weak; their time is no longer,and up rise the meek! Up rise the meek from the grasses below! They're starting to sneak from the shadows, you know! Their roots have grown deeper and wider than most, on hills much steeper than those by the coast! From the wells they fed, for years, maybe more- in touch with the "dead" from the days of yore! Rise up you meek, and take a new stance! Now we should speak, it could be the last chance! Rise up you meek, and knock down the door, we'll have peace in a week when we all say No More! Rise up you meek, and make your demand; the world that we seek is at our command!
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21 Dec 2010 - 4:34am
YOU TOO can be a SUPERHERO
musings betwixt the Realms of Ethers and I
What happened to the world she asked?
Between round questioning eyes and a blink…is what happened
Do you not remember the sweet fragrance?
Of soft soft skin
Smelling of crushed rose petals…?
Sinking away, streaking back, what already resides within, shall be awakened..
..The water :: the blue :: the skies :: the plants :: the comets :: the stars :: the galaxies :: the quasars :: the colors :: the blue :: and the blue :: the connection to oneness never ending.
…I want to go home she whispered, Where the love is…. An afterthought rarely mentioned
The Blue inside says “it won’t be long” (however that much is worth to hear…I say)
Separation is but perception. The love of all resides within.
Do you not see the rotting stench of this decayed Human Condition?
Do you not feel the aching wanton depose of Man?
Don’t you see I’m a woman flesh and blood?? I say
A woman, a divine spirit of Unity, stuffed into this body of flesh and blood
Proud and loyal :: Tender :: Nurturing yet pacing and watching
~as time :: is quickening
A woman flesh and blood whom aches to leave more days of This for
Tears so fresh and new, born from the soul :: healing in Man, so weary of the bloodshed in it’s many seemingly innocuous ways; the technological advances have slaughtered the sheep and replaced them with holograms. Never a sound was made in the slaughter, they happily went. Delirious and deceived by the wicked fallen … making even death itself another layer of illusion, a bloodless and seemingly pleasurable materialistic death.
Question EVERYTHING
Trust no man in word alone
Let thy heart lead the way, feel the way
KNOW THYSELF
Know Thyself as the Holy Spirit=Holy Self
the true trinity.
NEVER betray the Holy Self.
Yet aren’t we already manipulated in the mind by merely existing here on Earth in the present conditions?? Are there NOT controls placed in the mind(ancient genetic tampering) unable to be moved or removed by this mind no matter how conscious!? Are there not entities manipulating the thought forms we are even able to conceive??
Freewill and the moon’s tides bar me mentally away….
I search I beg the heavens with tears and words unspeakable but only transmittable from the heart to any and all who hear~feel me there. I ask to release us from the pain felt by those with eyes to see, this elongated torture of this puss filled society. The human longing and aching for love. That some are destined to feel for Humanity what Humanity itself will not! This unbalance cannot go on for much longer, the line is getting very thin. There will soon be no barrier but to see the world for what it is and the choice will be clear. There is love opened awakening. There is awakening that causes more fear and ultimately makes the decision for self by choosing to be unaware or unwilling to seek love as an answer. the Dark awakening Vs. the Shamanistic awakening. We shall be released from the mind-control and esoteric agenda, as We..ARE unslaved. We are UNSLAVED!We are Humans, Damn it. Our Lives have value!! There is nothing and no one who can take that from us! Neigh our own selves through The Original Eight Temptations of Man that Free Will gives a 50% chance to the negative to allow us to entrap ourselves.
Do you not see that love cures the loveless….?
Don’t you see even seeing this world with eyes that see and hating the world kills it??
Love cures the loveless because it gives what cannot be manifested alone
Love gives where the present mind cannot manifest in present reality for self. Love creates new manifestations for reality.
Love cures the loveless as the loveless never knew that love or perceived lack of love being the reason for pain.
Thus Love cures as love transforms beyond current perception levels.
Thus love cures as love begins an entire New thought form pattern, changing the very fabric of thought..dimension…Changing the world through love could conceivable change our existence radically and unimaginably in our current level of perception
Love gives without form and yet is every form
Love is swirling cycles infinite and radiant : the photon
Love dwells in each whether the mind is aware, or unaware of it’s very existence
Love+light(infinity)=the photon=the field(GOD((CREATOR)))
the micro within the macro within a micro of the macro....
One honest calling for this love is squared=Law of squares
Love becomes squared in your heartfelt calling for it’s existence
I ask that we pray mindfully for Love to overcome
For Love to Win, for the love that exists to become
More real, less abstract
Let us learn to love this new year, learn to vibrate with love, communicate with love, to CHOOSE LOVE! Don’t like the world?? Then begin to choose LOVE, you too can change the fabric of time! You too can change the fabric of the Universe.
New, Improved for your enjoyment….YOU!
Deeply Fully fall into the soft soft embrace the self, forgive the self, release what is no longer of service in the Heart!
Activate the Heroic Probability of Human Potential.
OUR SUPERPOWER IS TO FEEL AND LOVE, emote love, BE love
The DNA can be altered with emotion, thought, vibration, sound…
We can change our DNA by BEING LOVE
Be love, Be fearless in LOVE
Be Fearless!
Love with Fearless playing in your heart
Fearless love= Freedom through love
if we can BE LOVE
That’s how to do your part and be a superhero and save the World/Earth/Humanity
Climb that hill in your own way, Freedom of expression is desired, the purity is finding the spot of oneness that it flows endlessly from.
Blog entry
20 Dec 2010 - 1:55pm
Shared with ALL EMBRACING Love~
SiNeh~, DC~, Peter
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17 Dec 2010 - 10:38pm
You are tranistioning from one side to another
leave old thoughts behind and
give life to the new
which you see before you
every thought
every emotion in you
will give new life
to the abundant in you
don't close your eyes
to the beautiful being you are
but evolve your true inner self
and share all of this around you
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16 Dec 2010 - 6:45pm
I am so blessed that I have this opportunity to share some of my thoughts, thank you LW for this forum.
Have not written (if you can call it that, at least I think it is, ok sometimes) in awhile actually, been a few months. Felt the need to do more reading, more listening alot more listening. For in listening we are actually learning and remembering the most, sometimes the talking makes us not hear, ignorant to what is right in front of us.
So the other day I was at a store and saw a nice notebook (yeah they still have them) and thought, this would be old school, back to the roots of writing. You know the young student that has a folded notebook in his back pocket ready to write at any moment. Standing at the bus stop, waiting for a ride, you know what I mean. Today during lunch I pulled it out not from my back pocket but from my desk drawer and got back to writing.
From The Heart
This is not a game
Why do you insist on being right
Some sort of way to gain fame
Can't you see you are blinded by the fight
You need to keep your mind clear
If you could only see the beauty you are
Stop listening to those who fear
Keep walking for you are not far
Hold onto what you seek
Only from the heart you truly feel
For in remembering it is all yours to keep
Don't allow the distractions to steal
By looking from your eyes it is easy to miss
Allow yourself to be free and float like a dove
Only from the the heart we find true bliss
Listen to the song for it is about love
Namaste, Peace and Love!
Blog entry
15 Dec 2010 - 7:12pm
A visual poem, video and words, on empire, alienation, and parking problems. Created and written by Phil Rockstroh. Directed and edited by Angela Tyler-Rockstroh.
Shared with LOVE for Nature, Humankind and ALL THAT IS
SiNeh~ DC~, Peter
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14 Dec 2010 - 12:47pm
Next to falling stars at dawn,
And the snowfall in the morn -
All is wondrous white and bright
With a golden crown in sight.
Crown of rays with gems inlaid
As a sign for cosmic fate
Of the Planet and her folk
In the act to be enthroned.
Is there any greater bliss
Than to be restored in peace
And regain what was afore
Shining brighter than before.
And we, subjects of the reign,
Will partake in earthly fame
Co-creating new outlines
For harmonious lifetimes.
And the happiness know-how
Is beginning here now
Loving ourselves and all,
Spreading our inner glow.
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13 Dec 2010 - 8:56am
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As i awoke i saw an Angel take his Bow,
above his head i saw a dove and a Crow.
"As i awoke i saw an Angel take his Bow,
above his head i saw a dove and a CrowMy name is Eros", said he as he gazed unto my eye,
"I am the Archer, My Arrow doth fly."
"Beloved Alice" he said as i held him tight.
"I once was blind, you gave me the gift of sight."
Now it was like A Dam in my mind was burst,
Ancient memories flooded through me, quenching my Thirst.
I was his Pysche as he was my eternal soul,
In wonderland i found my confidence which made me whole.
"Alice my heart," he whispered in my ear,
"The time is at hand, you have nothing left to fear."
And then in a heartbeat my "Eros" was here no more,
His Arrow had penetrated my heart leaving it "sore"
A "Rose" was left on my bed, as Black as the Night,
The message was clear. Once again Death he must Fight.
Story
8 Dec 2010 - 10:12am
My Insanity brings Honesty and Promises...
The Majesty of Being Breaks Visions and Lesions.
Progress through Vertices of Points,
Divine Chaos shreds through Wisdom of a planet begotten ForeTold of Our Dreams...
Uncertainty of Thoughts brings Doubts of Myself, YER.a:.
Missing you when you Sleep...
A droning buzz of Forgotten Dimensions,
The tunnels I drove, Dreaming hillTops,
Looking for your Heart, Unlocking Destiny,
A True Friend's Love.
Wow...
For some reason I can't control my thoughts, my Soul's Crystal Love Floods out like Blue and White,
Enveloping all it feels, Uncertain if it's Right...
Lost into Dreams, of Future Infinities...
If this is Reality, This is our Vision, Mine and Yours, You and Me....
Emotions Drive me Up the WALL...e......e.......e......7........7........7.......
Psyco Sematic Atticddeetttcccddddeeeyyyyvvvvtttttnnnnnxxxxxwwwwww....
You make me want to....Jump off a cliff....
Set my Mind of Fire. Watch it Burn. Burn. Burn. Fiber Squared Paper
Minus the First...
I want to crack you, I want to ATTACK!!! you....
I want to Pier inside Your Depths...
What lives Inside you?
Who ... Are... You?
Complexed into Justification, I promise you Nothing, that Granular Hi-tops are not the most important thing for the optical illusions to dismiss...
For if you were to walk a thousand feet into my Miles, you would just See the Things Eye Was Born into Frying...
Despite All my Warnings, I am still just more Toothpaste in the sink...
Despite all your Sightings, I am warrior, Scorned...
Reaching out for the ultimatum of the insolent, the reality of it all is Beyond...
Game, Set and Bed.
Brooding Contemplations, the Solar Voice Flows... Wake Boarding the Synapses of Brothers and Sisters, Celtic dreams of a musical touch....
Dreams are Maps, Mixed with Motivation and a hint of Flavor, all the Pleasantries of the Universe a Wait...
ya dig?
Nothing.
All.
YOU ARE ALL EXISTENCE.
WE are DIVINE PERFECT MIRRORS
We are ETHERIC in NATURE, we are SPEEDING BULLET HOLES...
We are 49.
42.10.2.11.31)(♪)(}\...
weht teh fook do you want to know??....
it's all truth...
Trans Siberian Orchestra
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[sYn-th3t-iK]
Red Solar Moon
Tone: 9
I Pulse in order to purify
Flow
I Seal the Process of
Universal Water
I AM.::
{OrGaniC}, Inverse.
I am Synchronicity
I Never Was or Will Be
333
666
999
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Never forget or lose hope... All of your Dreams are Reality!
Co-Creating a World of Eternal Dreams and Paradise,
Love and Light,
Jordan Sakina Eric Bailey, the Azur3 Rain.
May all be blessed in finding their
Divine Spark,
their Twin Flame Energy...
<3
This is my first channeling/Creative Prose
If it gets good feedback (Energetically or otherwise),
I will post more later!
^_^
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5 Dec 2010 - 7:53pm
Nurturing the Seeds of Our Authentic Sparks
Can you see it, feel it within you, and all around?
It may be unleashed in childlike, innocent Joy & Inspiration.
It may be in the revelation of core wounds or anger.
It will appear in the form of needing to express truthes
in whatever way we can find to express them.
Letting out what has been hidden from our conscious view or others...
and testing the waters to see if we, in the authentic sparking of Self,
can now finally be open without judgement.
Compassionately heard, understood, forgiven and encouraged to grow.
Tread carefully through these new waters....
Nurture the roots of our GodSelves as they emerge,
Its an Energy that has been held in on lock down for eons.
And Who knows how it will appear?
UnKnowing is key to opening...
EnCourage and Integrate with Love.
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4 Dec 2010 - 8:08pm
The Sun is coming here now
To rest in your loving hands
And it is leaving its know-how
Of what is living in perfection.
It ‘s not protecting yourself
From everything and everyone,
But it’s dissolving all the waste,
Returning to the Source of One.
And it is merging in the Whole
When you’re still unique, but awesome,
Accepting both the right and wrong,
And all diversity as wholesome.
So do it in the perfect way,
As river going in the ocean,
Becoming a galactic wave
And playing role to set in motion
Ascension to the 5D plan
Of high vibration Oneness status
When only Light and Love will reign
And we’ll become the co-creators.
So do it using your gift
To be in Now, and light as feather
Surrender to the cosmic lift
And reach beyond the stormy weather
Where only peace exists
And only your love is real
With that completing conquest bliss
In your journey of experience.
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3 Dec 2010 - 11:57am
In the golden steps of our destiny,
In the shift of the evolving patterns
We are finding out the key to happiness
In the conscious loving current presence.
We are learning to discern the worthlessness
Focusing on what is true and real.
We are raising our vibes and consciousness
As to fit the higher mode of being.
And projecting our inner faithfulness,
We return to our Cosmic center –
Our starry home is waiting patiently
To be settled and revived forever.
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1 Dec 2010 - 2:18pm
I saw into your eyes,
Amazed and filled with shine.
You made me feel like
I can fly,
So joyful,
So light.
Just a moment in time
I dived in your eyes.
Past was gone
Dreams became alive.
I saw my path
Unfolding, shaping my life.
I’m here
In my world,
Keeping memories
Dreaming you do as I.
Seeing your eyes
Through the night.
Wish to share your pain,
To feel your light,
To breathe your life
And give you all my.
To look into your eyes
Once again
And join you flight
Forever this time.
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30 Nov 2010 - 11:57am
Sometimes it is difficult
Accepting bond or something
That is not familiar
Or pretty known and scary.
But it's for you a must
So as to meet the challenge
And co-create the trust
Correcting all your fails.
Thus you can grow in love
And raise your inner power
To heal all space around
And move ahead and higher.
So spread your wings and dare
To face the storms and hails
And reaching brighter spheres,
Enjoy the wondrous mails
From golden stars and planets,
Ascended masters, elochims,
The angels and archangels,
The Gods of new achievements.
For they will transfer soon
In this spiritual hierarchy
Authorities of theirs
Onto the new humanity.
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25 Nov 2010 - 1:50pm
My eyes are shining to you
Like stars
Through the darkness of the night.
My soul whispers to yours
Gently,
To wake up.
I’m calling out,
Missing your hand in mine.
Missing your breath beside,
And your soul merged with mine.
Am longing
To disappear in the universe
Of your eyes.
Where time does not exist
Where is no me
Only us in endless light.
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25 Nov 2010 - 11:51am
Snowflakes
Dancing in the cool air,
Melting
On my lashes
And cooling my face.
Breathing in cold,
Breathing out warmth.
In the middle of this storm,
Am awaiting
In dreams.
Your face is shining
Inside my mind.
I’m kissing you heart
With my smile.
Longing to feel your heartbeat
In unison with my.
And melt like those snowflakes
Wrapped in your shine.
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24 Nov 2010 - 3:10pm
Even with the darkest clouds
Sun is shining brightly over
And the Rays will simply punch
To present the Rainbow promise.
And the falling little drops
Will enlarge and spread the legend –
Holographic views and hopes
Will recharge the air with magic.
And the ether will become
Transparent and crystal clear
Nestling our dreams at home
And embracing noble feelings.
The essentials from all scents
Will reveal the Oneness essence
And the virtues of the saints
Will be fruiting with the blessings.
And the angels will rejoice,
The magicians will be real –
They will come as our choice
To transform the mode of living.
All in us will vivify –
Our love and our glamour.
All through us will be revived
In support to our planet.
Every day will be unique
Bringing its vast wealth and riches -
Laying them brick after brick,
We’ll be building our richness.
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23 Nov 2010 - 4:55pm
~Beacon ~
I wished
FOR YOU
If only you had given me more time
But all you gave me was a flicker
Just a moment in time
A grain of sand
In the vast landscape of time
We are here for just
A heartbeat and then
A heartbeat
Our heartbeats go on and on but
Our lives are over in a moment that
Seem as though it was a lifetime
But when you look back on all the years
On all the tears
All the smiles and all the laughs
And think how it has all slipped away
It seems as it was just yesterday
You were reaching up for your mothers hand
No regrets
I don’t believe in them
But if I let you go I will have one regret in this lifetime
You have made an impact on my soul
You have moved me in ways that were soul altering
I can’t force you to feel what I feel
To know what I know
You have to take that journey on your own
All I can do is try and light your way
Stand firm in my belief and my knowing
Be a beacon of light for you in this dark and ugly world
And call upon my angels and my higher self
To help me shine my love light bright into your world
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23 Nov 2010 - 12:02am
From My Voice of Electricity
For the first time in over 20 years I was standing on the back porch looking up at my childhood playground in the little rocky desert town I used to call home. Up on this sandstone hill I spent many hours playing with my childhood friend, Will Robinson, who lived in a parallel universe of TV, but, of all my friends I could relate to him the most, even though I didn’t have a robot. I wasn’t sure how I ended up in this dry, dusty town where baking soda is mined (yes, the stuff in the little yellow boxes), but, I was sure it was a mistake and I spent many hours standing up on the top of the hill waiting for my real family to beam me back to home, back to some alien planet that was green and beautiful and had other people like me. I was convinced I had been left behind by accident on some sightseeing trip when our spacecraft briefly landed on what we thought was Mars. My family never came back for me. In fact, I’m still here on earth.
We had plenty to do growing up. In addition to scrambling around Mansface, we fished in the big desert river that eventually winds its way through the Grand Canyon, and played down on Bird Island or go fossil finding in one of the gulches. The rest of the time we spent in church it seemed. At the time, church seemed like fun. I liked all the singing and wanted to become a church musician. Youth group was especially fun. What I didn’t realize was happening was I was slowly being taught to hate myself and who I was. Unfortunately, being gay wasn’t part of the official Christian doctrine I learned, but hating myself for being gay was. Nor was questioning The Book part of the dogma, and I still remember the stern rebuke I received when I pointed out the glaring inconsistencies between Genesis I and Genesis II. Like so many sad stories, I ended up wandering the metaphorical desert after I was exiled (or cast myself out, I’m not sure which) and it took many years to find myself, but eventually I did.
So it was with some curiousity and a bit of trepidation as I ventured back “home” for a church reunion. People I hadn’t seen in more then 30 years were getting back together to celebrate the building of a building, and I was invited to be a church musician (that part of my dream came true). I decided to embrace wholeheartedly, best I could, the pomp and ceremony.
Surprisingly, old time prayers and chants didn’t grate on me like broken fingernails screeching their way across a blackboard. Instead, when hearing sounds that used to bother me so, I heard prayers that sounded like:
Oh great turtle, that holds our flat earth upon its back,
Bless the chariot drawing the golden sun across the sky!
And the elders whose opinions I used to fear so, looked old and frail. I saw good people, kind people and I felt love in my heart for them and for my old abode. I noticed that we children had become the new adults, but there were very few new children taking our place. I realized I was looking at the failing days of a once mighty religion and felt a type of sadness and protectiveness, as we might feel when encountering a tiny, injured animal suffering its final moments.
Even the part of the service I had decided to go through with, with hesitation, taking part in the bizarre rite of Communion where I feel like a fake participating, turned out okay. Due to an oversight the ministers needed an emergency communion piece, letting me off the hook. I quickly scrambled to find the right song, and knew I had made the right choice when a friend of my mother’s came up afterwards and said the piece I played brought her to joyful tears.
From My Voice of Electricity
My old town astounds me still. The harsh beauty of its rocks & climate. Its odd economy. Even the popular restaurant around the corner from the church next to the fetal imaging center (no, I’m not making this up!). My family homesteaded and pioneered in this town 150 years ago, and I can see why they may have been entranced by it. I am. And I know that the harsh times I myself have gone through helped make me into who I am today. I’m grateful for my journey and I’m grateful for the times I’ve gone through.
When I woke up yesterday morning & looked out the window, I saw the sun rising on Teapot Rock out the window, shown below. In ways I can't describe, I knew all was okay and that I was in the right place. I know not ending this blog with any great revelation or miraculous insight. Rather, I feel at peace now with my childhood, my childhood of Christianity and pretend make believe on sandstone mountaintops. I doubt I will ever see any of these people again, but, I don’t need to. I wish them well on their journey. I know my journey lies elsewhere.
From My Voice of Electricity
Blog entry
20 Nov 2010 - 6:56am
SOUL : THE CAGED SONG-BIRD.
I first posted this poem when the site was doing its change over thing, so it got lost during all that stuff. I thought it may be worth posting again.
WRITERS COMMENT: This poem begun to take form during June-July this year (2010). Many of the words developed while driving with a female-friend in the Dandenong Ranges, on the night of a lunar-eclipse. We had somehow missed a major turn-off, and ended up driving a long way in the wrong direction. It got to a point where the darkness had become almost thick, and the lights of the car seemed to absorbed into the pitch-blackness. Over the next month or two some very difficult/painful experiences took place. Virtually I was up-rooted by a series of unfortunate events, I had become too complacent with life, was stagnating spiritually and desperately needed to change my environment. At a moment of deep crisis a white-dove landed on my shed-roof, it just sat there watching me for some time while I smoked a 'herbal' cigarette. It was a very odd bird to be visited by, we just don't have them in Melbourne. I can't say where it came from, or the chances of it landing on my shed at that particular moment. However I had the feeling that everything would be okay, and this dilema would be for the best (I have photos in case you think it may be a symptom of the 'herbal' cigarette). Life is too strange and mysterious to be taken for granted, of that I am sure. What I have described here is just a single piece of a much greater puzzle, without going into greater detail - or revealing too much of what is personal - I am just outlining some of the ingredients of inspiration that caused this poem to be written. I just hope some of the insights contained may be useful to other seekers, or just simply that it is enjoyed on a literal level.
The plainest bird’s sing the most beautiful song
When someone’s song is a natural part of their human nature
That vibration is most beautiful of all
Some say; Psychic powers are the goal of evolution
Others proudly claim the benefits of magic and rituals
Yet these faculties serve the Higher Self
And by no means the other way around
A master does not serve the mule
For the creature is born to carry the burden
Any who desire can attain those gifts
By means of very little hard work
But someone who aspires to Unconditional Love
Strives every day without making judgement
Honours Truth above all things
Perseveres through hardship
Then, they are greater than any clairvoyant
More worthy than any Magician
These noble virtues
Are far harder to attain than sorcery
More difficult to master than psychic faculties
When someone has come to realise their purpose
Seeing the world with second-sight
Living their life in understanding of;
Love, Non-Judgement, Truth and Perseverance
There is a good-soul on the Earth
Whose dealings with the gods are justified
They know the Spirit-World is sacred
That it is not a commodity to be bought and sold
Yet, given freely to all who need
With no distinction of any kind
Nature gives without cost of her abundance
The Moon and Sun provide their light without charge
The stars sparkle with no thought of want
There should be no thought in the performance of action
For thought slays purity
If you labour in this way
Your day of reward will come
Without even knowing
The mind will be liberated
The light will stir in the darkness
As a dove which returned to its Ark
The diamond heart lifted from the black-earth
All self-imposed fetters loosened
Your pure-will hot from the furnace
The base metals transmuted to gold
Remember what is holy
And what is not
And the Soul will sing, beautiful as a song-bird
As the molten colours of dawn
Resolve peace from memory’s turmoil
Between two pillars
'I' alone complete
The Masons Holy-Arch
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20 Nov 2010 - 4:32am
Now to the question of letting go?
Just how does one let go of it all?
I mean throw out the baby with the bath water
and all: expectations, assumptions, dreams,
hopes, desires, shoulds, coulds and woulds too!
Even a belief in affirmative outcomes.
Just throw all caution to the wind
and look through this looking glass veil
of illusion to the realized TRUTH of it all,
that every single thing is already happening
automatically and I just need get the bleep
out of the way.
And did I say this seems terribly hard at times?
I raise a toast to letting go!!!!
Namaste
♥♥♥ Paul Wild Joy: The Ecstatic Poetry of Paul Goldman
[cosmic-wave by sterememering]
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18 Nov 2010 - 7:10pm
The many faces of I
Stare into me
And dissolve one by one
I hear myself scream
“I bow to consciousness”
But no words leave my lips
I bring my hands in front of me
I see no hands, just space
I look at me and realize
No one’s looking if I’m not there
The many faces of I are no more
I’m left with nothing but laughter
Resonating my entire existence
From within the hysteria
A cosmic joker comes to me
And speak words of wisdom into my soul
He says
“boy you aint getting it
if you aint laughing”
AAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA
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18 Nov 2010 - 7:59am
I forgot how it feels to be kissed,
Can’t recall how it feels to be touched,
Haven’t met my love…
Kisses of dreams it’s all what I have
Shining trough from another life.
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17 Nov 2010 - 12:15pm
I am your broken tragic struck heart
I am the first tears of happiness ever cried when you’ve realized your first true love
I am the sting in the callused hand that struck you
I am your sinking embarrassment on the first day of school
I am the clouds rushed in to rain on your parade chasing you into warmth that only yesterday was one half of all that you ever wished for
I am the envy that asks for more tricking you to push yourself just a little further
You think you want that but you really want this
Should I string happiness in front of you and dangle it for a moment or two?
Or should I break your donkey's leg?
I am the thunderous laughter at the moment of your greatest sorrow
I am the great I told you so
And we'll joke about you as you die in agony
Do you remember that beautiful moment?
The hardest you ever laughed?
Your most excruciating pain?
That instant when you realized they didn't really love you back?
Small comparisons in contrast to the feelings you'll experience when we rehash all your so called misadventures and you will laugh with our entire being making me promise to not make it so easy the next time
Why is the secret of pain such a secret you will ask? Knowing the answer that I have for you
But you will need to hear it just the same.
I'll tell you again that you need a break from so much joy and so you live
And you will tell me that it would be impossible to ever feel such sadness and confusion again
You will tell me that there are no further pains that you could suffer
You will tell me that you have came as far as you can go
Like all others who have come before you've put a limit on your power
Surely you'll try to test your vibration by comparing it with mine but I will cast you down with love and I will feed you with a silver spoon
Surely you'll feel your knowingness deep inside your being... beyond explanation and with out reason you will try to explain it to others and if your not crucified you may sell a book or make a million but that will not satisfy you and you will suffer
You may even go so far as to not use your gifts... maybe because you feel undeserving or maybe so that you have something to still fight for
Eventually you will find what you seek and you'll have to come to peace with the fact that things will never be the same at which point you may capture a glimpse of what you feel in a painting or a poem but if your lucky the feelings will fade and you can dwell on your regrets
Maybe you'll chose the easiest and most painful which is not to try at all
I envy you!
It's the not trying that gets you the farthest and by farthest I mean most painful and by most painful I mean most joyful because one cannot exist without the other
Some of the most evolved entities don't enjoy their existence compared to others that are able to feed off the basics
There is nothing more painful than regret
The most beautiful regret is regretting not having done something
Not having done something is much better than having done everything... It's like saving the best for last
You have an eternity
No curfew so to speak
If you want to live the paradise smoke heavily, overeat, hop from one abusive partner to another until you can't sleep a whole night through without bruises, tears or bloody flem... your next life will be a bowl full of cherries
One day you might awaken your true senses and realize that you can leave the path of controlled chaos and get everything you need through the simple things around you
Do you think the energy knows whether your sad because of a movie you just saw or a loved one dying?
Do you think the energy knows the difference between the millions of people that died by Hitler's word in a time the seemed emotionless at best? Or the 3 thousand that died on September 11th who the whole world mourned?
Shit has to happen
It forces you to grow
Writers block will make the writer want to write
When you channel the essence of hate and fear into art or film or which ever medium you choose you are releasing an energy that would otherwise find some other way to manifest
Having empathy for someone that experiences an accident or tragedy will prevent an accident of your own
The rich get richer... they've got it made... It seems that everything works out for them
Did you know that Richie Rich can get just as much energy over losing at high stakes poker as Joe Blow going bankrupt?
No physical life is perfect, though many lives appear to be
There will always be setbacks and misfortunes and pains and sufferings... there is no escaping it
The next misfortune is as inevitable as the next shit your going to take.... Its true that you could watch what you put into your body and you could also squeeze it back for a time... but it's coming out... whether you squat 6 inches above a filthy public toilette or you do it at home with a magazine and a smoke... you will have to deal with the shit
Only in the realm of the absolute is there no waste but as soon as you're here you want to be there... another ride on the coaster and there are no lineups
You posses the forgotten remembrance
Free will is just another name for the great decoy
It's simply what is
Forgetting is the gift
That's why the first thing that you do when you back here is laugh for an eternity before you scurry off to create the next great misery for yourself
You may instead decide o educate people in the ways of secret experience but then you'll just find yourself a millionaire
Do you know how hard it is to be truly sad when youre truly rich?
Others are going to tell you that that’s not true
But the guy standing in line at the soup kitchen doesn't have an endless supply of booze
Maybe your money hasn't made you happy and so you marry over and over just so that you can break up and feel either victimized or righteous not giving thought to the fact that maybe that relationship already fulfilled it's purpose... and so you run off in the heat of the moment with all this fiery energy... instead of giving into the true realization that a sadness will always follow a completion and no completion is failure
Anger is stagnant sadness
When you feel angry about something it is because you aren't ready to let go and move on
Sadness transforms
Happiness is a payoff to sorrow
Pride is knowing you were capable and proving it... Because in that moment of victory you can sense the truth behind creation and the fact that not only is anything possible but everything is possible
Enlightenment is something that is said to need a lifelong devotion but that is only to turn your eyes from the journey so that you can remember all at once
When you reach enlightenment, reflections on the past becomes the new gift
You think this level can only be reached late in life because you can't imagine being in the enlightened state from such a young age for such a long time
You talk yourself out of seeing just how far you can actually go
When you have a eternity to create and perfect anything that is imaginable you may find yourself wondering why bother doing anything at all?
I recall a conversation that I had with a convict who talked of spending his life naming cracks and holes in his cement cell.... when you have a lifetime to be you might as well occupy yourself
Just like in life there are those who excel, there are slackers, and there are the gifted
How you chose to experience is up to you
You think from the survival state
You are like a fish that can not comprehend life outside the water
When I look into the future I get vertigo
Imagine being able to see infinitely in any direction, what would you see?
There are infinite answers to only a few questions
I gave you the forgotten remembrance
I watch the parts of me cycle through the memory creating new experiences and I reflect back to my beginning when everything was void and I asked my self what in the void should I do?
Why am I here all by myself?
Where did I come from?
Where do I go?
I heard a voice from within and looked but all I found was a darkness and an inner void that went deeper than space... an empty space that would terrify the emptiest of spaces
And so I came to understand that I needed to balance out my inner void and so created the forgotten remembrance
You will be forced to look within and go without
How is that for free will?
As I let you do the work for me I gained the courage to delve within for my answers... the moment that I tried a series of remembrances blossomed within me
One day you will get to awaken in the void with know clue as to how you got there and what you're suppose to do
Experience is enjoyed backwards
Be the best that you can be or the worst that you can be
Experience or be experienced
Read the book or write the book
Do and feel whatever you want
But never forget your rules of karma are always in effect.
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14 Nov 2010 - 3:36pm
Autumn can be as warming
As the wine from the grapes
That are filled with the sunshine
And the longing for grace.
It is time for reflection,
Also time to rejoice
At the harvest of questing
And the ways to a new choice.
The transition is mild,
Even though it is tough,
When perspective is loving
And you see the result.
Just imagine the wonder
As to do it right now:
Everything goes through ponder
And it happens as fun.
It's the way to be happy
And the way to be true.
Your power is raising,
Shine your brightness in full.
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13 Nov 2010 - 4:02pm
VAST SPACE (poem)
Shine your wings
in color rays,
Know your being
In full potentials.
Fly in freedom
And be the Light,
Love each bit of
This cosmic flight.
It is destined
To be as high
As is the deepest
Of your strives.
It is going
To be Divine
Lifting you strongly
With all that's One.
It's your soul right
And your plan.
Use your power
And reach the aim.
And from the peak down
You'll see all ways.
Vast space is yours
To co-create.
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13 Nov 2010 - 1:33am
the darkness of the chasm
blinds me
so that i must look
without my eyes.
curled up in the gaping hole
inside me.
the aftermath
of the soul.
quickly my love~
i cannot bare to watch.
such a wake you leave
if i were to watch you go
there’d be no choice
but to follow you home.
the universe inside
becomes a vacuum
and my breath escapes me.
it wanted
to follow you too.
i will wait here
until it returns.
it burns
it burns.......
it burns.
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12 Nov 2010 - 5:33pm
In Living through My Heart's Lead
I found no knowing of where I am going
until in the moment it is clearly revealed, with all its wonder ...
Each step, opens a path and direction
to the process and Unfoldment of Infinite LOVE.
Trust, Joy and the Wonder of Everchanging Discovery is born...
and I Come Alive at Its Invitation!
The Diversity Delights,
and the Unity Creates
All that Is for the Highest Beauty and Good * of Love!
All for Love :) ! annie
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10 Nov 2010 - 11:17am
Missing the point
(would seem to me)
to be the goal
of survival.
Getting the point
(from this mornings perspective)
is tantamount to being
stabbed.
Ah Vlad, you impale
and then you mourn
your lonely vale.
That's my point
we proudly claim
And use that point to
define a domain.
What's your point
when I try to share
that which I glean
Shine becomes glare.
A bed of nails
quite a feat
a show to be seen.
A bin of balls
swirly sinky
Like a sandbox
free-range human.
A rod can rotate in
flight.
So can the sphere.
There is only one way
they spin in tandem:
Divine alignment.
Can I align
my line
with the curve?
Can I follow the curve
to the begining
and completion?
I will assert
the paradox
silently.
Radiate with appropriate intensity ;)
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7 Nov 2010 - 4:31pm
DURBAN 21st AUGUST 2012.
I tucked Jeremy into bed and kissed him goodnight as I usually do, but I didn`t open the curtains. Usually I did but tonight I thought I`d leave them closed for a change. My child of nine years was asking too many questions about the moon. Questions that I found impossible to answer.
“Daddy, why does the moon look so large?” he asked the other night. I gathered that he remembered when the moon appeared high in the sky, and one could picture the face of the `man in the moon` from the craters hills and valleys that are scattered across the moons surface.
Since the happening, the moon has now filled the entire area of the bedroom window and beyond. Its craters are so clear, that a telescope is no longer required to map its dusty surface. Huge and dominant, it had drawn nearer the earth every second since the night of the happening.
As I closed the bedroom door Jeremy called me back.
“Daddy.” he asked, laying on his back and gazing up at the ceiling, “The boys at school are saying that this is the end of the world.”
I sat on the bed and took his hand. “Naa, they are just talking crazy talk Jeremy, try not to listen to them.” I said, in a vain attempt to assure the lad that all was well.
“Then why….”
The sound coming from the kitchen sounded like sausages frying in the pan. Could I have left the stove on? “Hold on Jeremy, I wan`t to find out what that noise is, I think I might have left the stove on.”
“Come back soon.” he called.
There was nothing cooking on the stove, and the dirty plates, knives and forks from supper were still stacked beside the machine. The noise was coming from the lounge. Two steps from the kitchen and I could see the `snow` on the monitor screen
and hear the familiar sound that no signal makes.
I changed channels from eighty-five to a hundred and twenty. There wasn`t a channel
working. I switched the set off and walked back to Jeremy.
“What was it Dad?” he asked.
“The telly, there`s no incoming signal, probably trouble at the transmitter.”
“Oh!”
“Don`t worry it will be back in the morning, now you get some sleep, it’s a new day tomorrow.”
“G`night Dad.”
“Good night son.”
I didn`t go back to the lounge, I remembered the T.V. set in my bedroom and switched it on with the remote, hoping I`d see a picture. Nothing!
“Damn!” I said aloud. “What the heck is happening?”
Of course, I had the answer. Phone someone, and find out if the problem is confined to this particular area or whether it is a general fault.
I must have stared at the signal Ikon of my cell for almost a minute. It showed no signal as well!
“This can`t be happening,” I thought, as a moment of panic swept over me. Jeremy had left his backpack in the den. He had a cell phone in case of an emergency. I almost ran to the yellow pack and unzipped its canvas flap.
My heart sank as I saw that there was a no signal Ikon registered on that one too.
This is where I longed for Laura. She`d been gone for almost two years and her sudden death through breast cancer had been devastating.
“What would Laura have done?” I thought.
I smiled. “Probably pour a stiff scotch for me and a gin and tonic for her and mull the situation over until we both fell asleep”.
She was such a wise lady in every possible way, and would remain unruffled through the worst of circumstances. Even her own situation, knowing she had just a few days to live left her cool calm and collected.
The happening? Well, that is what the media called it. Only three weeks ago, yes that certainly was scary.
I was sitting on the couch and had just had supper. Jeremy, thank Heavens was at his Grandmothers. I felt a sudden enormous pressure on my chest pushing me backwards into my seat and the sensation of falling was overpowering. In actual fact it wasn`t just me falling, the whole world was falling with me. Earth was busy doing a slow roll. The newspapers called it, “A slow roll to starboard.”
For five seconds there was an ominous silence, and then the streets were packed with people, screaming people terrified of what had happened. The sound of fire engines and ambulances came next, and then came the wind.
I shouldn`t really call it a wind. It was a proverbial hurricane. One hundred and eighty miles an hour and picking up and blowing everything in its path. Thirty-foot trees, together with roots and clods of earth weighing over a ton flew past my lounge window. Motorcars, trucks and caravans, even a thirty-foot schooner from the harbor two miles off came flying down Argyle Street. Bicycles, rickshaws, beach umbrellas,
deck-chairs, tables, chairs. Oh Lord! People, dogs, cats, a donkey had been picked up off the beach and hurled inland.
I was convinced that this was the day of reckoning and kneeled in the middle of the lounge, but all I could say was, “Oh God…Oh God…Oh God.”
Global warming? You can say that again with a vengeance. Five hundred billion tons of ice broke off from somewhere down in the Antarctic. That’s what started the slow roll.
It was just 5 degrees, but the enormity of the effect it had to our world was devastating to say the least. We are still experiencing its effect on our moon, (earths one and only orbiting satellite.) Its elliptical orbit has now drastically changed and made its apogee (Furthest point away) some two hundred thousand kilometers nearer, and perigee (nearest point) two hundred thousand kilometers nearer.
Someone was thumping in my front door. Allan Stuart, my neighbor stood there in a tracksuit and takkies. “Heard the latest?” he asked.
“I daren`t ask.” I said, meaning every word.
“All radio communication is down across the globe. Something to do with the magnetic field of the moon, interfering with earths magnetic field. Should come back in three or four days, when the moon moves further along its present orbiting ellipse.”
Allan continued running on my front door mat, “Gotta go, thought you`d like to know, bye.”
I watched his blue track suit until he disappeared over the ridge. Shaking my head I whispered to myself. “What else can go wrong?” I got the answer some ten seconds later as my eye caught sight of the moon. No longer was it beautiful. It hung above my head huge and ominous. Could it come any closer? Already our tides, once predictable, had become tsunami like in size. The whole of the Bluff was now under water and marine life was in danger of extinction. Shipping was almost non-existent.
I showered and climbed into bed only to remember that there were a few landline telephones in the block of flats where I lived. Surely they will remain working. My Mother and Father were in far off Johannesburg, I desperately needed to phone them and at least let them know that all was well so far.
In five minutes I was out in the corridor and into the lift. Jenkins, a friend of mine had a land line telephone, and I was pretty sure he`d allow me to use it.
I had difficulty in getting out the lift on the floor above me. It was packed full with people.
“Whats going on here?” I asked one elderly woman.
“We are queuing for the telephone in one eleven.” she said smiling. “I`ve been waiting here for over an hour.
Who would have thought that a land-line telephone would become so popular after years of using a cell? I got back into the lift, estimating some hundred people were waiting, and more would probably follow.
I went back to bed and slept an uneasy sleep.
Jeremy was already at breakfast when I finished showering the following morning. I stood dressed and ready as he poured milk onto his cornflakes.
“Dad?” he said, making my heart melt like butter because he looked so like his mother.
“What`s this thing called the Mayan Calender?”
For a moment I was stunned. A nine-year old schoolboy munching cornflakes asking a question of such magnitude caught me completely off guard. My first thoughts were where in the world would a kid get such information. Internet perhaps, he was well into search engines, and used Google daily for retrieving information for his schoolwork. The Mayan Calendar was the center of controversy in World affairs at the present time because there was a division regarding its authenticity. Their calendar, similar to our own, using three hundred and sixty-five days to make up a year was purely an agricultural calendar. Calculated by the ancient Aztec and later the Toltec civilizations, many centuries before Christ. What was puzzling was the fact that their calendar didn`t go beyond December 21st 2012. The mystery remained for even they had not explained why.
“Mayan Calendar?” I stammered, my mind reeling.
“It`s just an agricultural calendar that was drawn up by the Aztecs in South America, some hundreds of years before Christ and based on the same three hundred and sixty-five days in a year. Similar to the Roman calendar that we use today.”
“Smithy say`s that it doesn`t go beyond the year twenty twelve and that the world is coming to an end.”
“Who is Smithy?” I asked, warily.
“Our science master Dad, he is really clued up.”
“Clued up?” I retorted. He is talking a lot of rubbish son, and I for one would appreciate it if you would totally ignore any suggestion that the world was coming to an end. Talk like that can only result in some kind of panic.”
I watched Jerome swallow the last mouthful of cornflakes. “Well he said the world was doing an Icarus, and we are all going to burn.”
“Icarus, who the…”
Then I remembered. Good Lord! Now this was taking me back to my College days, some thirty years back. Icarus the son of Greek God Daedalus, flew too close to the sun and burned his wings.
“I think your Mr. Smith is reading too many sci-fi comics Jerome, Greek mythology
is all fiction. It just makes a pretty story, and that’s about all.”
Jerome drank the last dregs of his orange juice and ran into the lounge. It couldn`t have been a minute that went by before I heard him cry out, “Oh no!”
“What`s the matter now son?”
Jereme stood between the two sliding doors that separated the lounge from the dining room with hunched shoulders and tears in his eyes.
“My Neon Tetras Dad…they are all dead.”
”Dead?”
“Yes Dad floating on the surface of the water in the fish-tank.”
What I knew about tropical fish was dangerous, but I got up and took a look at the tank. Sure enough, there were seven dead Neon Tetras floating on the surface, I removed the light housing and checked the water temperature. The thermometer showed forty seven Celsius.
“Its what I thought Jeremy, the water is too warm for them, get some ice and put in there before the rest die.”
“Doesn`t the thermostat work then?” He asked cheekily.
I sighed. “Yes it is working fine but all it can do is switch off the heater for the water, and a heater for the water is the last thing we need just now. The ambient temperature in the lounge is around forty, you`ll have to cool it down a mite.”
Jeremy went and cleaned his teeth while I went through to the garage. I took our two bicycles off the rack. All right, they are mountain bikes but serve well as transport into town. There is no telling when the next supply of petroleum will come in, and only special services are able to fill up. All this happened in three weeks? The mind boggles and one wonders, “What next”.
Stepping out of my flat, the heat hits me. Seven thirty in the morning and its already 30.C. and the smell of dead marine life pervades every corner. We cycle down Argyle and into Avondale then turn into Clarence. Jeremy`s school is on 3rd Avenue. The whole area looks like a gigantic junk yard, every space available is now stacked high with smashed cars, trucks, household and garden furniture and everything else beside. It`s not the junk that is objectionable, it’s the smell of death that hovers above all of that. All are aware that soon it may be us.
“Pooh Dad, doesn`t it pong?” asks Jeremy. I fob him off.
“Yeah, it’s the dead fish after that tidal wave came, I guess it will clear away give it a few days.”
A six foot high cut-wire security fence encloses Jeremey`s Primary Education School.
and I am frisked by two security policeman at the entrance. The days after The Happening triggered a series of child disappearances throughout Zululand. It seemed like they had disappeared off the face of the earth. Distraught parents blamed the schools and the Education system at large. In any crisis, criminals take advantage of the situation, and now adolescence has become a major concern for the Education Authorities.
I kissed Jeremy and gave him a hug then headed for the prefabricated hut that housed the science laboratory. Smithy, who-ever he was, had a strange approach to the present situation when directed to my child. I wanted to find out more.
I mounted the five steps into the temporary building and stepped into the laboratory.
A vast blackboard was spread across the far end of the hut. It showed Earth and her orbit, together with our moons orbit in relationship with the sun. Like one gigantic time chart depicting our present solar system, and displayed in multi color chalks it clearly showed the position of earth, month by month until December.
I stood, mouth agape at the drawing wishing I had never set foot inside the building,
Earth had become a huge ball of fire mid December and there was nothing after that.
A ginger haired young man startled me as he asked, “Can I help you?”
I turned, “Mr Smith, or as my son says, Smithy?”
The young man smiled. “It`s actually Smit, Professor Smit of Stellenbosch University, I am a geo-physicist.”
I could have easily lost him among the junior scholars of the Primary School and his introduction left me hopping on one foot.
“Oh! Sorry Professor, I was ill informed. My son Jeremy is one of the pupils here in the science lab. Do you remember him?”
A smile lit the young mans face. “Jeremy, of course, he is a star pupil and showing signs of becoming one of our most prominent geologists.”
“Geologists, he is barely nine years old.”
The young man raised a finger. “Age doesn`t come into the Equation when it comes to intelligence Mr…er..”
“Granger, Geoffrey Granger, I`m at Westville. I teach geophysics.”
His face lit up. “Of course, I remember you. You wrote a paper on terrestrial magnetism in Saudi Arabia, when was that…”
I smiled. “A long time ago, but it did help find the oil fields in the Middle East if you remember, those sedimentary basins.”
He clasped my hand. It was warm and friendly. “So how can I help you?” he asked.
“To be honest, I believe you are teaching my son, and probably countless others, information regarding our Earths present position that could be detrimental to their sanity.”
Smits forehead furrowed. “Sanity?”
“This Mayan Calendar stuff, and you`ve even brought Icarus into the story. Do you think for one moment that information like that can in any way at all help a science student. Its enough to frighten a kid to death.”
Smit slowly walked towards the huge blackboard, stopping where Earth was shown enveloped by flames. “Sometimes the truth hurts Mr. Granger. On the other hand, to be fore warned is to be fore armed, I have prepared every one of my students for the worst and at the same time illustrated that science can solve most problems in the Universe.”
“Science?”
“Check the temperature gradient of Earth on this chart. Its August now, see what it is estimated in October. 68.degrees Celsius. Unless we all go underground, there is not a soul that can survive temperatures of that magnitude.”
I gasped. “Then what?”
Outside in the main school hall I heard the kids singing “All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small.” The devastation and death of millions of souls came to mind. Was this really the end?
A lump came up in my throat and I wanted to cry in sheer desperation .
“Why God …Oh why…How could you allow this to happen.?”
“Plutonium.”
Professor Smit brought me back to my senses. “Plutonium?”
“I have it on good authority that calculations have already been made with regard to the placement of an atomic structure that will blast Earth back into its original orbit.”
“WHAT?”
“Ah yes, dear Granger, don`t think for one moment that our boffins are sitting twiddling their thumbs. They have a plan, and providing that there is enough plutonium available, they are Hell bent into blowing this tired old Earth of ours back into its original orbit.”
I remained speechless for several seconds. “You mean an atomic explosion?”
“Precisely, Granger. It will be the reciprocal to the disaster that occurred in the Antarctic, and naturally placed within the North Polar region. The equivalent to a hundred million tons of T.N.T.”
I immediately felt quite sick. “Isn`t there a possibility that an atomic explosion like that could wipe out Earth itself?”
Smit smiled a wily smile. “Isn`t there a possibility that we could all burn to death in less than two months?”
Cycling back to my flat I bought a newspaper. They are only published twice a week now. The headline caught my eye. Drilling begun in Novosibirsk.
I turned to Jeremy who was paging through his homework. “See that Jeremy, bet you don`t know where that place is.”
Jeremy took a cursory glance. “Novosibirsk?” he said. “That’s in Siberia, right up in the Polar Region, its on the river Ob and the last stop on the Trans Siberian Railroad.”
I gasped. “Who told you that one?”
“Smithy.”
We rode on in silence. Mainly, because it had become too much of an effort to speak Afternoon temperatures were in the forties, and I knew that they were scheduled to go even higher. We both showered ourselves down as soon as we got home. I paged the news and then the adverts. It was obvious that a form of panic was spreading across South Africa. An unprecedented terror spelling out the awful truth.
“DIE OR FRY.” As one advert put it. Use EVERSLEEP. The tablet that will ease you gently into the next world. A morphine coated pill that lulls you to sleep and allows the potassium cyanide to do its work quickly. Pack of four. R600.00
“Oh God.” I thought. “I hope it never comes to that.”
OCTOBER 21st 2012.
COUNT DOWN.
Neither myself of Jeremy have ventured out of the flat for six days. People are dying
of heat exhaustion in the streets, and mid-day the temperature is usually around 60.C.
It rained the other night, instantly killing most birds in our area. A problem, because the bird carcasses are rotting everywhere, and the side walks have become impassable.
Mostly we both lie flat on our backs on top of the bed, and take turns to replenish our water bottle. Food is also running short, but I have had the presence of mind to buy
essentials that will keep indefinitely. Sardines and beans have become our main diet.
Not a good combination, but nourishing to a degree.
We had another communication blackout last week. It lasted three days as predicted and we are due for another tomorrow.
I am writing this last brief today and will place it in the canister together with some other valuable information and some trinkets (Wedding ring, drivers license, identity document, passport, and last will and testament.) This canister has been specially designed to withstand temperatures far beyond ones that might occur as Earth, in its Hell driven orbit, nears the sun on or around December 21st 2012.
Countdown for the worlds most massive explosion has already begun. Novosibirsk
and four million inhabitants of that area have been evacuated.
All we have to do is wait until tomorrow, zero hour.
Perhaps it was a little late for me to read my bible and especially Revelations last night. It`s pretty clear to me that we are to be consumed by fire. I have already given Jeremy full instructions on what to do when the time comes.
May God have mercy on all our souls.
PS. I just hope that those EVERSLEEP tablets work…
Geoffrey Kennell©
END
Blog entry
7 Nov 2010 - 2:48am
From this seeming chaos creating change...will come Harmony.
This appears to be a time (no surprise)
we must Avoid all that divides or distracts us
from the True Focus of Our United
Intents from the very Heart and Love of Source.
During these times, each of us must go Within
to hear and see the Path to which our Soul
Guides us....towards Wholeness and Oneness.
Due to the Uniqueness of our individual parts, this
will appear in many diverse ways.
Before us now, we are witnessing the paradox of How
the Masculine and Feminine ways of doing and being
must be honored and respected, equally,
in order to Allow the
Process of Union and Unity to Move into Harmony.
I have complete Trust we will Be Guided to this Union.
Be Still, remain Love Centered, and listen to Heart's Guidance
for Understanding and Wisdom.
Namaste Beloved Family
Blog entry
5 Nov 2010 - 6:41pm
And yet love exists
And yet curse exists
I let the world know
I love, I have faith, I’m afraid.
And yet wakefulness is
And yet we die repeatedly
And yet I believe in soul mate
And yet something has changed.
Demands from the world I don’t have,
A bed, darkness and you.
We step into nameless love,
The shiver like thunder struck.
World’s engines are shut,
Networks on roads have fallen,
A great desert lies around.
Wake them with a kiss, you!
Now I declare you goddess,
I myself I feel god.
Carry the world on, woman,
With children on my name.
Outside swarm darknesses
Here we are luminous.
Quarrel between religions
Blaming each other the same.
You and love, both exist
And death exists in love.
I like you more when you are sad
Sadness, in fact, is yours.
Knees I bow on the floors,
I tilt my head on the sky,
You are in my powers now
Although inquisitions want you.
My words are twisted received,
I return to the first syllable.
I throw down the forest over you:
“Goodbye, … I mean, stay!”
And yet love exists
And yet curse exists
I let the world know
I love, I have faith, I’m afraid.
translated from Romanian language by Daniela Toma
May your journey to eternity be light and free! Rest in peace, Master Paunescu!
Blog entry
4 Nov 2010 - 2:32pm
APOLOGIES TO THE DIVINE FEMININE (from a warrior in transition)
I apologize for my inability to distinguish the benevolent warrior from the heartless warrior, a reflection of my own confusion dealing with the battlefields of yore. When I opened my heart too wide, I was vulnerable to attack from warring factions. I was conditioned to believe that I had to stay rigid, focused, prepared for any eventuality, in the desire to protect myself and others from attack. But I went too far, and closed too tight, and eradicated the bridge between our hearts. I am seeing this now and I am sorry.
I apologize for my perpetual absence, a reflection of my own inner absence, my inability to connect from a heart jammed tight by unresolved emotions that I did not have the tools to work through. I still lack many of these tools, but I am open to their emergence.
I apologize for my inability to distinguish relationship from war. Like a warrior in enemy territory, I would sneak in and out of your life in the night, plundering and selfishly taking what I needed, then crawling back to the other side of the abyss with the spoils. I gave little back for fear that I would become vulnerable to attack. I had war on the brain and I could not see the river of love waiting on the other side of the battlefield. I now recognize that love is the antidote for the armoured warrior, but I could not drink the antidote in my driven state.
I apologize for not seeing you, my eyes blinded by congealed rage and unshed tears. If it is any consolation, and I imagine it is not, I could not see myself either. I saw only that which served my hyper-vigilance, my warrior focus. My mirror was a battlefield.
I apologize for my ungrounded materialism, my power driven tyrannies, my obsession with accumulation. Somehow I imagined that accumulation would protect me and those close to me, but I failed to recognize that it just perpetuated the madness. I also apologize for my egoic abuses, a reflection of my own misguided ego, pumped up to deal with an inherently competitive world. I couldn’t distinguish the healthy, confident ego from the cocky, unhealthy ego. I went much too far in the wrong direction.
I apologize for a sexuality that was objectifying and disconnected from the heart. I know you longed for real intimacy, a merging of our souls along the heart-genital highway. But there were too many defences around my heart, and no bridge could form between our souls. There were moments when your loving ways freed me from my body masks, but I had no template to stand in that heart-fire. I am sorry for this, for I know that the path you longed for was the path to God.
I apologize for my horrifying acts of violence, a reflection of my own congealed rage, my own inability to distinguish real enemies from friends. There are no words that can undo what I have done in those moments of madness. I know this, I do. I would hide my face in shame, but that won’t make things better. I need to own my misdeeds, and then find a way to believe in my capacity to move from a more loving place. I call out to other male warriors to be accountable for the actions of our gender, not in a way that is self-hating, but in a way that is courageously self-honest and genuinely compassionate. The heartfelt warrior acknowledges the error of his ways, and has the courage to do all he can to make amends over time.
I apologize for my inability to develop a conscious relationship. You were right there with your beautiful heart on your sleeve but I was too attached to my individualism and afraid of this unknown terrain. I know the forests, the marketplace and the ways of the outer world so well, but my inner geography is foreign to me. You called me to a place I was ill-prepared to go, although I sensed, below the surface of my bravado, that you called me home.
I am grateful for your willingness to believe that who I was in those rare moments of vulnerability was the real me. You were right- the real me lives inside of my heart- but a few moments now and then was the most I could handle. I saw you as dangerous, for in your presence I began to taste a surrendered way of being. Nonetheless, your faith in my goodness kept me going through many a battle, and restored my faith in life when I most needed it. You were the light at the end of a barbaric tunnel, and I am blessed.
I am grateful that you stuck with me through thick and thin, and I also understand those times you had to give up and let go. I now recognize that there is meaningful difference between a love-ship and a relationship. Love alone is not enough. Without a shared willingness to become conscious, there can only be frustration. I was so often impossible, clinging to my unconsciousness like a soldier clings to his weapons. I recognize the courage it took for you to keep your heart open in the presence of my resistance. You had every right to seek an authentic relationship, as your spirit was ignited in its presence. Your beautiful heart had every right to be met in its openness and willingness. I am grateful for the time you gave me, a moments respite from the hiding places I mistakenly called home.
I am grateful for Grandmother, for no one saw my tenderness more clearly. I am grateful for Mother, for choosing to bring me into being and for nourishing my body until I could find my feet. I am grateful for Mother Earth, for grounding my expansion and enlivening my spirit. I am grateful for the Divine Mother, the real Mother of us all. I now feel her divine presence, so close. Fiercely compassionate, she was always right here, breathing life into me, holding me safe. I sit in her lap as she breathes me.
I look forward to the day when the only thing that ignites relationship is two souls calling out to one another, two soul-hearts beating in the same direction, a whisper of longing that bridges one essence to another. I want to want you not because it gratifies my ego, not because you are outwardly beautiful, but because your very presence invites my Godself out of hiding. I want to touch you with my heart on my sleeve, to know chemistry between us that is not gender identified, but that is essence sourced, loves liquid lava flowing from the heart to the genitals to the great beyond. In this love-struck world, relationship will always be experienced as spiritual practice, a devotional expression of our God-self.
I had always believed that sensitivity is impossible to hold to in a harsh world. Yet in this moment, I feel sensitive, but without the fragility. I am still wearing armor but there is a shift in the direction of my intensity. I can linger in the heart-space a little longer than I once could, I am softening in places. After so many lifetimes with weapon in hand, a tenderling warrior is being birthed in the core of my being. He is confused, but he intuitively knows that this is the way home.
Please don’t give up on me or my fellow warriors. Forgive us our misdeeds, or, at the least, be open to the possibility that we will change as the trail expands to meet our shifting intentionality. The day will come when our warrior spirit loses its harsh edge, and comes into alignment with benevolent action. Some of us are already there, and many more of us will follow. The road to transformation is dependent on a bridge between genders, a benevolent bridge that celebrates our differences with respect and kindness. That work must begin with healing the rifts along the gender continuum, working hard to heal the collective heart until one day we can stand on a bridge across forever, hands held together, hearts open and alight, embracing the sacred masculine and divine feminine living at the heart of us all. I will meet you there.
May you feel the love of the Divine Mother crashing down on your heartfelt shores, graciously lifting you up above the madness of the world, nestling you in the grateful arms of those you have nurtured. Those of us who have received your blessings may not always acknowledge it, but your acts of love have landed within us, growing us stronger and infusing us with love’s light. Thank you.
© Jeff Brown, 2010 (www.soulshaping.com)
http://soulshaping.com/?p=782
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Blog entry
2 Nov 2010 - 7:02pm
I pray that I always remember this:
I am a speck in Your breath flow.
I know this.
I feel flowing inside Your heart as spirit
And I feel flowing out as matter. And again, back in ...
But I am a content speck.
I allow myself to float in Your breath.
There is nothing I need to do but know You ...
... And Love You! Loving You is eternal Life.
I wonder what is expecting me around the bent ...
I pray that I always remember this!
Blog entry
1 Nov 2010 - 8:32am
Today, as I meditate
Suddenly I see all that is as good
Millions of tiny tubes cross through my body
Running deeper and deeper, towards the chamber of white light
Where time is close to zero and mass is light.
These tiny tubes are opening outside
And become slowly larger and larger
Allowing the goodness of all life to enter inside
Consequently, increasing light.
A pool of swirling white opalescent fluid
Fills my chamber within
Then, with an energetic much expected splash
You dive right in, … and,
You disappear from my sight.
So close You are now!
I am Your breath,
I am Your heartbeat,
I am Your life.
Blog entry
1 Nov 2010 - 8:31am
- Little Prince, can you love a man as you love a flower?
- Of course, people are like flowers …
- What is the meaning of “to love”?
- Admiration, appreciation of presence, desire to provide joy, contentment, peace, adventure …
- Do we need words in love?
- Very few, very rarely … true feelings although invisible, they can show nevertheless …
- Do we need to touch in love?
- Not intentionally, but it is lovely when it happens … like accidentally …
- Is it important to listen in love?
- Yes, but not the words, not their meaning. We are listening for the music … to find where from the words are coming.
- Is sacrifice needed in love?
- When you joyfully offer everything you have and everything you are, can this be called sacrifice? It is called gift. Love implies giving. As little as a grain if you hold back for yourself, of what use could it be?
- You know how to love beautifully, Little Prince!
- Is there any other way? How do people on Terra love?
- People see, like what they see, then they want to own. They want to claim property of what they like, to take it and hold it locked in their homes where only they can look at it and touch it as they please. They are capable of killing for this. People talk a lot and ask of their beloved to change according to their ideas. Then, they get bored and want another.
- How strange to call this love!
- How should they call it?
- I don’t know … I don’t have to many words …
Blog entry
29 Oct 2010 - 7:13pm
Today you wish to be just the two of us.
Silently, tightly you call me
In silence of trees.
Forest you dressed
With colors of fire and a golden light.
Today you wish to be only us alone
Your sadness always catches me
Unprepared.
You wish to be material for only one day,
Whistling chilliness to give you a shiver,
In your hand to crush a most happy leaf,
With your steps to raise the carpet of the forest,
Moist earth and mushrooms to invade your being,
Kneeling at master tree’s roots,
Praying to taste leaves’ glorious death.
But you are like the Star Prince or like the Man on the Moon
Time and shape taking is forbidden for you
And you cry with cold and ephemeral globes
On the shoulder of light of my soul.
You remember I am a mortal
Only a traveler mortal
Who knows you and adores you.
And, therefore, I invite you, Beloved,
To feel with my senses
The sweet sadness of yet another surrendered autumn.
Teaching
28 Oct 2010 - 4:36am
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Blog entry
27 Oct 2010 - 12:51am
What word could be used
to lend understanding…
I AM larger than any Love
or grandest notion
Yet I walk upon the grain of sand
as its enormity envelopes me
Your devotion washes over my vessel
As the warmest of healing waters
The lotus of my heart can do nothing but
Open to you
Reach for you with the petals of its love
As they grow and stretch
Inching ever closer to their master
Come to me
As I come to You
Meet in the middle
And no longer be two
I am Yours
Because You are mine
No other reason, save the waiting of time
We will begin again
We will last this time
It won’t be the end…
But you will be mine.
By Me ~ for Him
Blog entry
26 Oct 2010 - 3:46pm
Imagine a Woman
Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman.
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.
Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.
Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.
A woman who listens to her needs and desires.
Who meets them with tenderness and grace.
Imagine a woman who acknowledges the past's influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past.
Who has healed into the present.
Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf.
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and wisest voice.
Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.
Who designs a personal spirituality to inform her daily life.
Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.
Who celebrates its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.
Imagine a woman who honors the body of the Goddess in her changing body. A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and wisdom. Who refuses to use her energy disguising the changes in her body and life.
Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
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A woman who sits in circles of women.
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.
Imagine yourself as this woman.
"Imagine a Woman" © Patricia Lynn Reilly, 1995
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Blog entry
26 Oct 2010 - 9:48am
Golden leafs
Carried away by autumn wind,
Whispering they farewell song
Lulling me,
Filling my heart with a mist of nostalgy.
In dreams I recognize your face
Reaching smile to me
I miss you deep within
I’ll come home,
My dreams will lead me.
Blog entry
26 Oct 2010 - 8:22am
The drops are falling mildly
From skies above the skies
And they are telling tales
Of their magic flights.
Because they can remember
The Source, the stream, the sea
And going in the darkness,
They have their sacred wings.
In spotlights of the sunbeams
They turn in crystal prisms,
Reflecting higher visions
And dancing with the dreams.
So, they can be the snow-flakes,
Or they can be the haze,
For they are always changing
To go out of the maze.
To lift ascending higher,
Still serving on the way,
Returning to the heaven
In that new Cosmic Day.
Blog entry
26 Oct 2010 - 7:21am
Cold breeze left a kiss on my face
Gray clouds swim away above my head
I spin alone in a smooth waltz on the sand
Freezy waves hide away my footsteps
Blog entry
26 Oct 2010 - 1:44am
LOU'S SONG
From 'Diary of a Drug Fiend' by Aleister Crowley
I seem to remember asking myself if I was insane, and answering "Of course I am - sanity is a compromise. Sanity is the thing that keeps one back."
O Thou golden sheaf of desires, that art bound by a fair wisp of poppies! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou golden wine of the sun, that art poured over the dark breasts of night! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou crimson vintage of life, that art poured into the jar of the grave! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou red cobra of desire, that art unhooded by the hands of girls! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou burning sword of passion, that art torn on the anvil of flesh! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou mad whirlwind of laughter, that art meshed in the wild locks of folly! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou Dragon-prince of the air, that art drunk on the blood of the sunsets! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou fragrance of sweet flowers, that art wafted over blue fields of the air! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou foursqaure Crown of Nothing, that circlest the destruction of Worlds! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou snow-white chalice of Love, that art filled up with the red lusts of man! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou vampire Queen of the Flesh, wound as a snake around the throats of man! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou fierce whirl-pool of passion, that art sucked up by the mouth of the sun! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou outrider of the Sun, that spurrest the bloody flanks of the wind! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou dancer with gilded nails, that unbraidest the star hair of the night! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou bird-sweet river of Love, that warblest through the pebbly gorge of Life! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou storm-drunk breath of the winds, that pant in the bosom of the mountains! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou low moan of fainting maids, that art caught up in the strong sobs of Love! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou scarlet dragon of flame, enmeshed in the web of a spider! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou naked virgin of love, that art caught in a net of wild roses! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou sparkling wine-cup of light, whose foaming is the heart's blood of the stars! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou frail bluebell of moonlight, that art lost in the gardens of the stars! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou trembling breast of the night, that gleamest with a rosary of moons! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou summer softness of lips, that glow hot with the scarlet of passion! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!
O Thou tortured shriek of the storm, that art whirled up through the leaves of the woods! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee I A O!
O Thou bright star of the morning, that art set betwixt the breasts of the Night! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee I A O!
O Thou purple breast of the storm, that art scarred by the teeth of the lightning! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee I A O!
O Thou unvintageable dew, that art moist on the lips of the Morn! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee I A O!
END
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25 Oct 2010 - 7:16pm
Being a Fairy
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Namaste all readers I am happy that you are here reading my blogs, I wanted to let you all know that I came to this plane for assistance. I am an incarnated fairy people felt a lot of different things from me it would be nymph or elf mixed with fairy energy. I founded out I was a Fae not too long ago. I started to become more and more awake when I was in high school. I had one friend who was named Tim he didn’t know at the time I was a Fae he assumed I was an angel of some sort because he had a glimpse of the wings on my back. It took a little while for me to finally except my fairy blood. I just had a hard time confirming it. Being a fairy is like being an ET or any type of otherkin. Otherkin are humans who have a non human soul. They look and feel human even speak in human tongue but they aren’t human in soul. Spiritually speak that is. There are many species of kin’s around. For instants there are werewolf’s, vampires, witches, elves, gnomes, dragons, fairies, nymphs, mermaids, angels, demon, trolls, devas and much more.
I met a small number of witches, a few elves, one gnome, a batch of dragons, even a mermaid incarnate! I met a fairy well two fairies. An angel kin and I don’t consider I met a deva but I did meet a griffin incarnate and a phoenix. These are the many people I met throughout my search for my answers. I met a females and males who are wolfs and I even met beings from other planets like Arcturus, Sirius, Alpha Centuri, Andromedans, Pleiadians est. I just feel it’s a wonderful thing these beings and creatures are here.
I never met ogres although they do exist (giggles) I find this search endless till I go back to my origins. When we think of origins we think of home world or place we are from. Humans are from Lyra which is in the Vega star system. There are over eight humanoid civilizations out there in eight galaxies! Such as Pleiadians, Vega, Pvilians, Andromedans, Sirians, as well as Arcturians just to name the minority. Now many of these souls have some sort of psychic gift. I wouldn’t call them powers I would call them gifts. I have a verity of these psychic gifts. I am able to channel entities from other realms; I have the abilities to read auras. This is the ability for a psychic to see in and around a subjects Aura. We all have an electromagnetic energy field around us. Some see this energy field as colors some psychics will feel the energy. I also have several Clair gifts. One of them is Clairscentient the ability to smell phantom smells and or smells from other realms. I am also clairaudient, and a medium. I am also empathic I have a certain level of empathy when around people I can’t feel over the internet although I do rarely sometimes. Just basically I am a Sensitive. I wouldn’t call myself psychic I just say I am a sensitive being. I was called an indigo by a shaman from this shop I go to it’s a metaphysical store in my state. She smiled and said to me wow you know you’re a healer and a sensitive? I said yes and smiled. She even pulled my mom to the side and said I know you don’t like this kind of thing for her but I think it will be good she develops her gifts she is psychic in a way whether you don’t see it or not. Then she told my mom and to be honest here she is an indigo starseed. My mom looked at me as I was looking at the rocks and feeling each energy and gently rubbing them on my cheeks I glanced and smiled back. The shaman said yea she is an indigo but she is a second wave.
My mom was talking to her telling her about how much she tried to pull me away from that type of spirituality. She said no, no you’re only pushing her to shutting down her gifts. Don’t you want her to grow and be a help to earth that is why she is here. She said “It was hard to except that her child was an indigo”. She had a lot of hardships with me growing up in teen years; she got scared because I was heading in the path of Wicca! She is a Christian and believes in the bible but she isn’t a fundamentalist to say. She just isn’t exceptive of the astral realm. She doesn’t want to see ghosts or things of that nature when she was talking to the shaman; she nods and says I know you’re afraid. She nods and said well yea I am afraid and for my daughter. She said nothing to be afraid of you just have to learn how to protect yourself. So she guided my mom and made her feel better about the path I wanted to take. She understands a little bit more about my life and being an indigo. One time I was with my mom it was her first time apple picking she loved it she was like a little child seeing apples for the first time. She smiled as she picked and said this is so cool I would do this again. I jumped up and was happy then I said “yay, ok mom I would love to do this again with you.” She said ok we can have a picnic and bring grandma and grandpa. I said that would be great. I even asked if a friend can come he is a special friend of mine his name is Franco we been friends for 7 years! He is like a brother to me more than ever and he calls me his little sis every now and then ha-ha. As we were picking and eating some apples I went over by this tree and surely out of nowhere I see a straight apple tree branch just lying on the grass. Then I heard from the astral realm “pick this up it’s for you from us” I said oh um thank you”? I showed mom and she said more branches and laughs I said oh mom pleaaase” she rolled her eyes like ok you can take that branch home I said thank you and hugged her. The branch is 12.5 inches long I believe.
My mom is starting to understand spirituality a little bit better she just has a hard time excepting there are other alternatives to believing in God. I said there has to be a God and Goddess can’t just be one God. I said I still believe in the trinity but have a multi-spiritual mind of what faith really is. She nodded and said ok and smiles. I love my mom so much and am blessed to have her in my life right now. She means the world to me. My father is the one that is skeptic. He doesn’t believe in psychics or in miracles he thinks its all hype. He is very forward with his faith and yes does believe in God but not in miracles and so on. He is a funny guy he likes to be silly and be child like. He reminds me of that guy from my wife and kids or George Lopez. He cracks me up so much. Though we clash with spirituality a lot he doesn’t mean to be how he is its just he raised himself most of these years in his life. He didn’t have a father to look up to his father was not the nicest person though my grandpa loved me very much but he was weird ha-ha. He had a thing for Puerto Ricans he was racist against them but he was one lol. That is why I said he was weird. My father’s father was in the NASA making parts for telescopes and rockets. He was also in a war the world famous Korean war he remembered what the battle was like seeing his friends get killed and was using the bazooka gun to fire missiles. So he had a rough life and my dad and he didn’t get along. They always fought and fought about dumb things and I couldn’t take it. I was like will you two knock it off and they give each other dirty looks. They were worse than kids.
For me that was embarrassing! My dad has a brother and a sister but the sister died from illness. The brother is still alive and happily married though loves his fishing a lot too much for that matter. He is a bass professional and goes to fishing sporting events. I have to say my uncle is a great cook he is our family chef. Dads’ uncle is very funny and likes to be a kid too. My mom has a brother and a sister who has two kids each in their families. All are at school two are in college and one is just about to go to college he is a teen still and wants to do industrial engineering. Then his brother is doing regular engineering with computers and such. My mom’s brother his eldest daughter is off to become a RN nurse she said I inspired her to be a nurse with the syndrome I have she wants to find a cure. I thought that was very sweet of her. Her youngest sister is still with parents but loving the feeling of being an only child sisters are always like that and do stuff like that as well. These sisters are very loving of each other. Long story short my family is the regular Spanish American family. I don’t have brothers or sisters though I do in the planet I came from my star family is in the Pleiades actually where my origins are from. I was told I am from the planet Erra. Though I been to other planets just don’t remember them typical lol. Share your views or stories about yourselves :) I love to hear from you
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23 Oct 2010 - 10:30pm
ABUNDANT LIFE
One golden leaf for you,
Two golden leaves for us,
And there is a leaf
For everyone that passes.
And there is a gift
That comes from golden heart beats
And it's the choice To freely
Exchange the joy of being.
In willingness to share
Your leaves and fruits, and strive
You have the sense of Oneness
You have abundant life.
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23 Oct 2010 - 10:52am
Love Light and Laughter. Awhile ago I found two poems by Buddie that I really liked. I wanted to print them out but now I can't find them. The poems were called 'Love knows no conditions' and 'Ode to the Sun' I think. If anyone responded to her poems and have them saved will you send them to me. Cheers Satya
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23 Oct 2010 - 7:46am
Prober spacing and font version of this story at my blog @ http://niinac.blogspot.com/2010/10/short-story-of-of-mother-earth.html
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Today is the Full Moon - I lit a candle this morning but it infront of the window and gazed at the moon, in the middle of my quiet moment a story spread out before my eyes, the one I'm going to let you read now, a story of Mother Earth...
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TERRA
I feel pain, it is excruciating, it is far from numbing – but it is birth. I am being born, I chose this and still I wish at times that I had not chosen this existence, but I catch myself at those moments, and choose again to stay. The rocks hit me, all around me they puncture my skin, my surface, never reaching down to my core, my soul. I chose this, it is almost hard to remember, this pain has lasted so long but according to time this all started billions of years ago. At the exhale.
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Luna had my hand, her touch was soothing as we waited. Her long white silvery hair was braided to two thick braids framing both sides of her face, her icy blue eyes were serene, more serene than mine. I closed my eyes for a second, this was my destiny, today or in the millions of years to come I would do this, it was a matter of wither I would do it in the next exhale or not. Luna, her presence always sooths me. It is her talent, her energy is so nurturing that many seek her just for her presence, I am honored to call her my friend as well as my sister. I feel - I am the opposite of her. Where she is light, white and looks fragile and ethereal, I am strong, build to withstand battles, my shoulders are broad for a woman, my body is lean and muscles tight, my hair is a deep brown, glossy and curly, my eyes are a mixture of deep greens and vivid blues, my mouth set is somewhat stubborn pout. I am more like my brother than my sister. He sits by the double doors to the council, his left leg is thrown on the armrest of the chair, he looks very casual, but anyone can feel the pulsating energy of him, he has a pull, magnetism than cannot escape even the simplest of life form. He grins, blond curls touch his jaw line his fire and flame color eyes sparkle.
‘Don’t be nervous.’ His leg bounces a little against the armrest, he seems perfectly at ease to go in front of the council. ‘You will either get it or you won’t.’ He shrugs.
‘Yes, very easy for you to say, as you have already been deemed fit for the next exhale.’ I say and immediate regret my rashness. ‘I am nervous, I should no longer be, but I am, this wait is making me nervous.’
Solar glances at his sister and something passes in that look. He then turns back to me and grins the familiar crooked smile. ‘It is fine. Breathe sister, inhale, exhale, you will be fine, nothing goes pass the council unseen. You have nothing to worry about.’
The double doors open with a clang and out steps a woman with very dark skin and flaming red hair and equally bright eyes, she smiles at me, Andromeda. She walks to me and takes my other hand, she is excited, almost cannot control herself, she is perfectly exuberant.
‘I will see you soon!’ She says, glances at my brother, but again who doesn’t, and walks past us to the Gate.
I watch her walk away, I feel a delighted peace, her peace.
‘Terra.’ The council calls me.
Luna releases my hand and lets me go first, she and Solar follow me, the double doors close behind us.
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The hall is white, no color but all color, there is twelve in the council, sitting by the table, it is made of a giant slab crystal, the crystal table, intricate geometric structure of it is almost impossible to see, I draw my gaze from it and face the council.
‘You have been away for a long time.’ Says First.
‘In solitude.’ Says Second.
Then there is silence, they are waiting for me to answer.
‘Yes. I returned because the next exhale is near and I am ready, I want to evolve.’ I say even to me my words seem flat. I should be able to be eloquent, I always am eloquent, what is wrong with me?
‘I see that.’ First says.
‘I have done everything asked of me, I have studied, I have learned…’
‘And you deem yourself ready?’ Says Third.
‘Yes.’ I swallow, he looks through me, it’s not invasive, it feels like the soft energy of the morning, I can smell mist and woodlands, I can taste the morning of my tongue.
‘And if you fail?’ Asks First, he crosses his finger slowly on the table.
I want to say I won’t fail, but I know very well it is a possibility.
‘Your brother once destroyed a whole system.’ Says Second.
Solar moves a little behind me. He inhales. ‘That was meant to happen.’
‘You were early.’ Says First and his gaze locks Solar in place.
My brother lowers his gaze. ‘Yes, but you have faith in me, enough faith to give me another system.’ I feel the energy jump between then, its forgiveness and power that keeps molding into expectations.
I receive the gaze next. ‘Tell me…’ First says. ‘Why is it your time?’
I exhale, look all of them in turn, and at last at Luna, she smiles that smile that knows already the outcome, it gives me strength. ‘I have studied the movement of my soul, I’ve learned to share my soul with others, with vacant grain, with empty plants, I have given them part of my light, I have spread it to fields and vast emptiness of space, I have given of myself to the tiniest building block of an atom… I can only evolve to a planet, to humans, like someone did with me, with my essence. I want to serve the creation, I want to give life and my soul to others. It is what I am meant to do.’ I look at First. ‘It is what I am meant to be.’
Time stand silent against my skin, it prickles on the edges and it dawns on me, my brother and sister have lately, ever since their councils, been different, some of their divinity has merged with emotions and rashness, Luna has taken up practices she long ago let go, my brother has taken, well--- lovers, many of them, a practise of his own he outgrew long time ago. And me I have been different, there have been emotions, physical changes, I have felt more solid, I have felt more… They will choose me, I know it.
First smiles at me, he sees my mind and he smiles. ‘Yes, Terra, we are giving you a planet.’
It is indescribable, my heart feels like it is going to burst, happiness spills through me and around me, and I recognise the feeling I had felt in Andromeda, in her planet as well.
‘But..’ Says Third. I freeze for a moment. ‘Solar will be in charge of your system, he so called jumps the gun and perhaps he need his family with him to keep him in check.’
To this Solar grins, he smacks his hand on my back and squeezes my shoulder. ‘Good news!’
‘And Luna will escort you Terra, she has had a planet already, she will be your satellite, your council on your first Life.’ Third nods to Luna who has not move since we entered, she looks at me and simply smiles.
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The pain is subsiding, slowly, very slowly. I have water now.
I feel raw - everything is in pins and needles, but the water soothes, it is like ointment all over my ragged skin, I spread it everywhere and ravel in its feeling, it is easy to bring life to the cell now, I am calm and it comes like second nature. I feel elated as I watch these little things hum around in the first oceans, Luna watches me and my brother increases the light.
Creating a life that repeats itself is slightly harder, this is where others talk to me and ask to be able to use my planet for their Life Cycle. I feel so proud that they want me, my planet, what I can give them. These souls, they are so perfect, the first ones! I am still unsure to give them to my cells so I give them to my oceans and rocks and crystals, they inhabit them and I feel more alive than ever. They speak to me for a while, but then it becomes quiet, they have merged in the solid material I am now made of. The only ones who talk to me are my sister, who is still forming her shape from the loose rocks left in my orbit by the millions of meteor fragments and my brother who is so excited about the growth of his body and the planets pulled to him that his excitement is sometimes too much to bare, it is like he is nineteen again.
Creating life that inhabits my soul is hard work, but I get better all the time, each thing more magnificent than the other and I let the souls evolve into my life forms, it is a different the feeling, they merge with not just my body but my soul, our souls are both in these life forms. For a moment I stop creating and just am with these souls, this is why I am in this form, this ecstasy I feel through their joy and exuberance to movement, to feelings on their skin… there are so many of them so many emotions and feeling to be felt, it overloads me and for a moment I stop and just am.
I know I have to continue and slowly, very slowly I mold and help them become perfect forms of themselves, where their fins no longer are enough I create their bodies to adapt to earth, I give them more control of their heads with necks, to adapt to moving being more difficult on earth, yes I have decided to call my land Earth, homage to my grandmother. Then they will have legs and soon my lands are teaming with life, little ones and big ones, in waters as well. It still makes me sad when they attack and kill each other but I know this is how it is meant to be for now – I myself were as infant as they are now. They are surviving, very little is seen of those souls that first contacted me, but I see them hover between lives on the sky of mine, they look back on their lives, like I once did, and they always choose to return here, it is almost a challenge to them, I can feel the ‘I can do better’ emanate from them. Sometimes they see me while they hover sometimes they ignore me – it is the veil. They forget. That is fine, I have time to wait for remembrance.
I am very proud of my animals, even if they are sometimes very violent, what I enjoy a lot as well are the immigrants, they ask me to form their vessels according to the Grand Plan, and I do, the council sees to it, these life forms are different even before they are inhabited, these forms like the dolphins have another planet’s soul inside them as well, with mine and them and their inhabitant’s soul they are energetically amazing and I feel a deep connection to these animals, they will slumber and wait till it’s time for them. My planetary sisters are a part of me as well, Sirius in my Dolphins, Orion in my Wolfs and Dogs, Arcturus in my Lions. I myself give piece of me to Pleiadians, it is a modification of my Elephant and few souls choose to take part of being the essence of Earth on Pleiadians and they travel to their system. I find I actually miss them, they have been with me for so long that I still feel a pull to them when they are not home.
The focus now is on the great apes, this is where miracles come to play, they are the hardest to evolve, these will be my humans. I try few times but can tell I moved too much to one direction or other until finally I have it! Homo sapiens. By this time my Earth looks amazing, the lush green forests, brilliant clean blue oceans, the majestic rugged mountain ranges in the evening sun, that is what my brother calls his celestial body, the Sun. Still a ‘Solar’ System though. My sister fascinates my humans, they worship her, which I understand well, she has never been without admirers, she gives them gifts and enjoys the attention and sometimes she secretly smiles at me and winks, she knows this is a phase and takes this adoration in stride. My brother truly enjoys his attentions, he indulges on the ceremonies until the sacrifices begin, at which point he pulls away and looks at me to keep my humans in check.
I do my best, but the more they grow and evolve the more hostile streaks they get, this is the storm before the next quiet. They become smarter, some wiser, their souls begin to feel me again, they talk to me now, instead of worship. This attracts more souls to come and begin their journeys here, they insist on beginning at the mountains and oceans like my original souls did. I am honored and allow them.
My brother reminds me how close we are to our end, it disturbs me.
‘Half way.’ He sounds elated.
‘I’m not ready.’ I say and feel him laugh, I can never hold my frown when he smiles, the sun body fuels his power over me and I laugh as well. ‘I suppose I have time.’
He is quiet for a moment. ‘In all seriousness, Terra, I have had trouble holding my form lately, it’s testing.’
‘If you kill my planet I won’t speak to you for a hundred exhales!’ I snap, and he laughs again.
‘Do you doubt me sister?’
‘Hmmm, look what you made me do.’ I say and calm myself and my oceans, my moods are more tied to my waters now, the bond has deepened over the millions of years and I have to stay calm more than I use to.
‘Your human’s stress seems to have rubbed off on you.’ Solar feels smug.
‘They are very strong. Even in their hate, which will fade.’ I say and look at our sister who observes us but says nothing.
‘You wish it will fade.’ Solar remarks, I feel an urge to show my tongue at him which gets him laughing again. ‘Your humans are making you more fun than you have been in years!’
‘Stop harassing your sister and deal with your bursts, Solar.’ Luna finally says and I feel her silver liquid calm pour over me.
‘They will calm down.’ I say protecting my Life.
She sees me and smiles. ‘I believe they have potential.’ She shines fully on the sky straight opposite of our brother. ‘But you know what has to happen for them to live, you know why your brother is having trouble holding his shape, it can begin if one wrong move is made.’
I feel fear for the first time since my birth as earth. ‘They can’t kill them all.’
‘They will unless something happens, unless you help them.’ Luna speaks slowly. ‘You have to evolve some of them already.’
‘It’s difficult, Luna, they are so perfect.’ I try.
‘Evolve them.’ She is quiet for a moment. ‘I would start by getting rid of that Hitler you have roaming around.’
‘I cannot intervene, you know that.’ I say the words without enthusiasm. ‘I cannot destroy what I have created.’
Luna is silent, she feels the energy of the planet, I can feel her as she does it, and I try and slap her hand of. ‘You want to intervene.’
Of course I do, but this is all meant to be.
‘’Meant to be, yes, but who says that you are not a part of what is mean to be.’ With this she draws herself away from me and closes.
I look at her celestial body hover so close to me and feel nothing from her.
I look at my humans, they are so perfect, it is harder and harder to evolve them, but like before there isn’t a way around it, next ones have to come.
I find it at last, after years of trying to fine tune them, the little gene, the little cluster of cells and mass of atoms that will change them, you cannot see it but I can, I had tried this few times before with results that were not for those times but now I have no other choice, it is evolve or die.
And they evolved.
My first ones who were born again to these bodies discovered them different, they recalled their pasts if they wanted to, they felt me and saw me when they focus on me, they see the angels now, they hear their messages and above all they finally, finally, feel unconditional love.
These are my true perfect children, growing up, discovering their origin, discovering their divinity, seeing the world of Light and letting go of world of Fear.
I could not be more proud of them, more proud of me, more proud of US, we have taken the First Step to Divinity together, to all encompassing, unconditionally loving infinity…
ORIGINAL ENTRY AT MY BLOG @ http://niinac.blogspot.com/2010/10/short-story-of-of-mother-earth.html
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22 Oct 2010 - 7:52pm
A message from a little one
Arrived as a seed
Before this arrival a meteor hit near by
A conversation and a fear of space pods
Little one gives
A vision of a planet moon hurtling towards to earth
An image to be directed to ORION
A coming storm in the future
A planet that has a civilization lost
A child who is not born yet but is able to communicate within the mom
A gift to turn on electronics
A reaction to a warm touch
An insight into the energies of my place of living would be helpful
A place that is centralized yet outside a realm
Alberta is in line with WHAT
A meteor strikes three people have surpise pregnancies
Neither was trying for a new life.
Switched into a reality of healers
Pulled from a life of confusion and hurt
Help to see clearly the dragons that HUNT us
HELP to feel clearly the SHIPS that surrond us.
Please guide me to the knowledge of the truth.
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22 Oct 2010 - 1:20pm
PURE SPIRIT FUEL
In the boundless way to perfection
There's no place for fears and shyness
Only for steps ahead and higher
Trying to manifest and admire
What is Supreme, Infinite, Brightest.
Repetition is allowed but anew,
Corrections are welcome, but in few
Of the lines and improvements are made,
But in forms and bodies - while inner core
Will become the lighter of all
That is pure spirit fuel in the hearth,
Which is mercy, forgiveness, true love,
Which is unity, freedom, new start
As to burst in the luminous flames of Light
And ascend in the awareness of One.
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21 Oct 2010 - 10:17am
I’ve met your eyes
So full of joy
You made me smile
Deep in my soul
Our heart connect
And beat as one
I’m coming home
It is our time.
A child in you
Sees child in me.
A joyful bliss
Is shine
We’re wrapped in.
I feel you breath
Close to my lips
I melt in you
As you in me.
And as we touch
A shine of million stars,
Universe we share
Is in yours and my eyes.
The sky is opened up
Peaceful and bright
It calls us home
To fly
To spin
To play
To dance
In caressing flow of light.
I feel you deep
We need no words
Time does not exist
There’s only
Endless Love.
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18 Oct 2010 - 2:43pm
I am a river
And I am the bridge,
I am an ocean
And I am the ridge,
I am nice music
And I am the wind,
I am a fragrance
And I am the mint,
So I create it
And put it in quest -
I am the host
And I am the guest.
I am the spreader
Of Love, Light and Peace
All my vibrations
Are waves and sun beams
As to embrace all,
Give it a lift
Trying new visions
And chances to live
Better and higher,
In unity drive,
Through the performance
Of being alive -
Now, in the years
Of cosmic reforms
And the creation
Of new body forms,
I am the power
And I am the seed
Growing in spirit
And being unique
Child of the Universe,
Flaming the soul
Bravely ascending
To the Heart
Of the Whole.
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13 Oct 2010 - 3:26pm
Now the Sun is breaking cloud-castles
As to clearly set our pace
And the Moon is dissolving all rustles,
As to show us the stillness of Grace.
Thus we learn to regain our power
Through the weakness of being reborn
And we grow to be fully aware
Of the Presence that truly adorns
Our life and the striving for Heaven,
Our path that ascends to the heights,
And we raise our consciousness level,
Integrating all virtues and lights.
And we feel our holy projection,
Which we lost in the folds of the time
And reclaim as the right to be happy
And fulfill our missions in life.
And we go with the ease of the current
To receive a profound cosmic fee –
Our hearts are through loving empowered
As to blend in the zero degree
And to find the perfection of oneness,
Still preserving uniqueness of light
Using it for creations of wonder
And attaining the pure delight.
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10 Oct 2010 - 8:07pm
POND IN THE OCEAN
The mystical colors are flashing
From the violet velvet of stillness
And there is depth in questioning
All that is confused and forbidden.
For this is the source of big fears
and it is the cause of disgracing -
If all that is hidden, appears
In the daylight of your true essence -
There will be release and forgiveness,
Your peace will be reigning in freedom,
You'll be blooming as the delicate lilies
In a pond that is right in the middle
Of the ocean of big world changes
With the currents of all transformations -
You'll be there, but floating with angels,
Being safe, truly loving and grateful.
And the waves will be turned into blessings
Not to break, but to flow in your bosom -
And you'll go and be part of the process
To ascend with the new cosmic blossom.
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10 Oct 2010 - 2:24pm
The inspiration for this blog came to me while watching Disney's “Atlantis: The Lost Empire” with my children. It made me reflect upon the many movies that touch on New Age thought. Healing crystals, love energy, lost civilizations, the divine feminine energy; the list goes on. I applaud this integration of ideas, although it saddens me to think that it needs to be hidden, either on purpose by the creators of these masterpieces, or sub-consciously by their inner voice and wisdom, in order to make it to mainstream entertainment. These concepts should never have been stifled, nor should the Truth have ever been used as a tool to gain power, money, and control. The Truth belongs to everyone, not just to a select few. The Truth is simple: We are Light, We are Love, We are Divine, We are One.
As mentioned in one of my earlier articles, we enter the world with the capacity only to love; all other emotions, thought patterns, and behaviors are learned as we grow, such as hatred, prejudice, judgmental tendencies, feelings of inadequacy, and so on. Studies show that most of this learning occurs prior to the age of five, but continues to happen over the whole of childhood and into adulthood, which is why it is so crucial as parents, grandparents, teachers, leaders, and other members of society with an influence upon children, to begin to learn and teach this new love-based way of living, so that, in time, humanity will remember its true form. Should you be interested in learning more about this way of thinking, a great place to start is to learn about the Universal Laws. There are countless Laws, but only a small number of them are known to us yet, either because we have not yet come to need them, or because we are not ready to understand them.
The basic Universal Laws are simple, yet they remain an esoteric topic to many Human Beings. For instance, the Law of Cause and Effect ensures that to every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Simply put, everything you do will eventually come back to you in order to create balance. This was illustrated by Albert Einstein, but has been in existence since infinity, and will remain in existence until infinity. This Universal Law, more widely known as Karma, is present in nearly every major religion, and has been proclaimed by many philosophers in one form or another:
* “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” - Christianity
* “One should not treat others... in ways one would not like to be treated.” - Hinduism
* "Do not do to your neighbor what you would take ill from him." - Pittacus
* "Do not do to others what would anger you if done to you by others." - Isocretes
* "One should never do wrong in return, nor mistreat any man, no matter how one has been mistreated by him." - Socrates
* “Consider others as yourself.” - Buddhism
The Law of Attraction is also touched by these wise words: it is one of the most powerful Universal Laws, and has become very popular over the last few years, thanks to books and movies like “The Secret”. I recommend watching it, because it beautifully outlines what the Law of Attraction is, and how to use it to manifest healthy relationships, and an abundant life. Everything you say, do, or think is made up of energy; that energy attracts more of the same kind of energy, which, in turn, attracts more of that energy. So, if all of your thoughts are positive, and are focused on an abundant, happy life, you will attract exactly that in the physical world. Now, imagine what would happen if your thoughts were always negative, worrying and fearing the worst every day. Be optimistic, trust, and have faith, and you will manifest your every desire.
This entry only begins to touch on two of the many Universal Laws; I encourage you to seek more information for yourself, and not rely solely on my interpretation of them. Perhaps I will dedicate future entries to further exploring them in depth. There is a wonderful book called "The Life You Were Born to Live" by Dan Millman; it outlines many of the Universal Laws (or Laws of Spirit, as some call them), and also is a great source of wisdom concerning Numerology and Birth Numbers.
There is much to be learned from ancient belief systems, provided they remain unadulterated by modern dogma, and by the influence of misguided religious leaders, both past and present. In the process of honoring the lessons we learn from them, we learn to turn inward, and also honor the Light within. There is no right or wrong way to connect with Spirit, nor must you attend certain services or visit sanctioned places in order to open that connection. You are an extension of the Divine, and as such, you have an unbreakable and constant bond with Spirit, giving you continuous support and love. Open your arms and feel the energy flowing into you and through you, and feel your Truth within you.
In Love and Light,
Kath
xo
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6 Oct 2010 - 1:19pm
I'm a wayshower, a lightbringer
I'll make your soul glow and your heart sing.
I can't tell you your truth but I can tell you mine
And here it is: We're All Divine!
We all burn bright, like flames in the sun
When you look within, you'll know we're all One.
United in Truth, Joy, Love and Peace
Let your fear go, feel it release.
For there is no fear, only LOVE
We are all angels, sent from above.
And although we may not understand it
We are here to heal this planet.
Each single soul must know their worth
For there to be peace and joy on this Earth.
Shine your light and spread those wings
We are all beautiful, bright shiny things!
Sometimes this life shows us pain and sorrow.
Yet, remember this- it's a new day tomorrow.
The stars won't fall, but the sun shall rise
So take a deep breath and dry those eyes.
Let your spirit soar like an eagle up high
And your true colours show like a rainbow in the sky.
When we're true to ourselves, we set ourselves free.
And that's truly the only way we can be.
Let go of the need to be in control,
Release your ego and live from your soul.
When we live from our heart, life flows so sweetly
Laughing, smiling, and loving completely.
We're all being pulled in the same direction
One love, one heart, a universal connection.
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6 Oct 2010 - 10:13am
This is a dream i had some time ago. It was very intence and light, even though there was pain to live through.
I know it was real, it was happening or it has happened before.
I tried to put a words on it.... That what i came out with :)
In another world
Flying high
Dancing with soft clouds
Feeling light
Between sunrays
On the red skies.
Joy,
Harmony
Light and peace
Surrounds everything
For a while.
On the red skies
Song of swards,
Our warrior dance
To the rhythm of beats
Of my bleeding heart.
With every move
With every breath
You cutting trough,
You hurt me so.
Tears run down my face.
Too blind to see,
I can’t hurt you
Even if I need to
I do not want to
I can only love you…
Now it’s you
Damaged on the ground,
I hold you head
Under the rays of lights.
I see the angels shine
I pray for you...
My love will save you from the pain.
Your love will give you chance to stay.
The angels blessing through the light
Will give us chance to make it right.
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5 Oct 2010 - 2:51pm
My love is light
My heart is shine
My soul is vibes of joy
I set my body free
From physical desire.
I’ve set you free
I let you fly your heights.
I love you still
Love has no conditions.
But I don’t need your body
Only your love.
I know my dreams
I know my heart
I’m ready for love,
In a higher ground
We’ve been together
Before in time.
Now you forgot me
You’re blind,
You’ve hurt and abounded me
In this life.
I can nothing but love you
My love is my joy and shine.
You’ve long road to walk.
And I will shine as a star
Following you home to the light.
Your soul will wake up
When you’ll be ready
For love.
Until then I warm you with mine.
Our lifes are nothing
But a blits in time.
One day
Our bodies will turn to dust
This illusion will collaps
And our souls will merge again
As one
In the endless light.
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4 Oct 2010 - 10:28am
hello, you amazing people out there!
i have begun a blog called 'spreading love and light', and thought that i would share the link with you all in case you would like to explore this space...
http://spreadingloveandlight.blogspot.com/
i chose to begin this blog to share ideas and thoughts, similar to those shared on this beautiful website, in an environment that is comfortably accessed by those who may be intrigued, but may also be a little apprehensive to delve deeper into the spiritual world that we love to exbrace and acknowledge.
any feedback and thoughts are welcome!!
love, love, love and light to you all xxxxxxx
http://spreadingloveandlight.blogspot.com/
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29 Sep 2010 - 3:09pm
THE BIGGER PLAN
There is always a calm
Before the storm begins -
And this is our time
To organize the teams
And do the Bigger plan,
Relying on humanity.
Avoiding any panic,
You go in deeper Love
To use the immense power
Of your inner stuff
And find support and guidance
From us, your friends above.
This time we are so near,
That there is no way
To be postponed or cancelled-
For it is your fate
To be the hosts of Heaven,
Restored on planet Earth.
But it is our challenge
To make the headway smooth
And help you for ascension
In paving every foot
To use the Suns alignment
And universal boost.
And you cannot imagine
How glorious you are
In your sacred image,
In your daring strive
Towards the higher portals
And gracious aims in life.
And you cannot imagine
How glorious it is
To be a part of Alliance
In Pure Light and Bliss,
To be creative seers
Of ever-lasting peace.
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27 Sep 2010 - 4:44am
GCM 9 26 2010 The New Mind is Now Heart's Lover !
26 September 2010 - 4:37pm | sierra
AS My Higher Self expressed thru me today,I can feel a shift in perception
taking place....
lately, EVERYTHING is Grounded and Reflecting in my physical life and experiences.
I am getting very little communication
from outside ~EXCEPT To Reflect....it All is Within;
and Often so silently, my mind tries override the Heart Knowings...
being fooled or distracted by these seeming negative experiences and chaos!
Seems I am being called to take back the Positive Intent & Outcome Attitude I was a "poster child"
for when I was Little:)
wherever I went thruout my childhood..I Only saw and had Faith in the Good of the All Life,
the Human Spirit and Universe!
I saw Lessons for what they are, as well as empathically Understood,
and Compassionately Respond.
To remember this outlook, IS what makes even the worst of times Better!
and..little did I realize then,haha!, how it Shifts the Energy!
The chaos and rough qualities of late have taken a toll, and need to be SEEN
from a different angle....the Knowing," all things work towards the Highest Good "
is being restamped, revamped into the New Mind directly from the Heart!
HEART takes ITS Stand Now.... and its Shifting the Energies! :)
Fear or doubt has to leave the House!
The New Mind is Now Heart's Lover! and That IS Awesome!!!!!!
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26 Sep 2010 - 12:44am
I am reading aloud a story I wrote. It is about where I live, and how I came to be a blog talk radio host for the show, Artists and Ascension. It is also about the Gold Ring, a spiritual community on the internet, and how the initiation ceremony I underwent led me into radio. I am reading this to celebrate "R.Y.S.A. Day" for the whole month of August. Rysa is the name of the creator of the Gold Ring, and RYSA is an acronym for Read Your Stories Aloud. For more information on how you can participate in RYSA day, please visit artists-and-ascension.com. Rysa Day is also held on the last Tuesday of each month.
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24 Sep 2010 - 1:05pm
We can feel Holy presence so near,
Now the distance is only a thought,
Earth and Heaven align as to steer
And insert in the energy slot.
Overcoming the turmoil of vortex.
Getting fit for the heavenly drive,
Co-creating the diamond cortex
Of the heart for a happier life -
We attune to the cosmic new rhythms
In a headlong spiritual speed
High vibrations are serving as filters
To prevent all attempts for deceit.
Heeding our protection and safety,
Our focus is being aligned
And fulfilling the ideal pattern,
We are glorious here and now.
We are able to use our powers,
Co-creating new visions of love,
And transforming the planet in hours,
We ascend to the new home above.
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23 Sep 2010 - 7:34pm
The Path
I see the light with my third eye
I trust the flow of changes
I follow my heart it tells me no lie
It also speaks to Angels
Change we must and we all do
Chakras aligned, Kundalini awakened
Energy flowing there is work to do
All that of old is shed and forsaken
I look around as I stand alone
The path can often be one of solitude
With all the changes the loved one is gone…
Love still remains and so does Gratitude
Embrace the flow of all that is
Live in the Now don’t look too far
Accept yourSelf in love and peace
Be Joy and Bliss that you truly are.
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21 Sep 2010 - 9:30am
Inspirational Writing from "Elizabeth Everett" check out liz@ladybirdlodge.me.uk and click on the link to access An Inner Light that SHINES so Bright.......
