Beyond the Planck Barrier: in Gratitude for a Beloved Soul: Jad Alexander

In stillness I found Clarity. This is written in gratitude for a loving Soul, Jad Alexander, Empath, Teacher, Shining Beacon in our journey Home,who will continue his Lightworker Mission , Beyond the Planck Barrier...

I felt his still voice call to me, a Beacon homing, calling me, leading me to you all, this family, envisioned by his incredible soul. For 7 weeks after I lost my job, I waited, in Radical Trust for my direction, the way to make sense of this journey. I'd always been a lightening rod, always an instigator into the "highest good" ( not always welcomed by doing such) a fiery champion for Compassion, so I lived trial by fire initiations into my "truest Self". So for me being "still" was finally surrendering, not "thinking on my feet"...And in that quietly alive space, I heard him. He guided me to the Book of Storms and I understood my life and in that understanding found my purpose.

In beginning my journal for BOSS I found this in another notebook from 3 years ago...The first time I believe I sensed his calling to us to unite as healers in a transitioning world...

I was given a seminar as a gift from my Chiropractor...I tended to shy from crowds and "group mind", a voice said" lie to your employers about where you're going , but GO". At the end we were asked to write what we believed to be the gifts we brought to others to this world we all inhabit ...
I wrote:
I give to this world my compassion, my intuition to know what's between the lines, the unspoken. Clarity of thought leading to clarity of purpose to be a "creative inspirer". Seeing the highest good in every given situation, a teacher, a bridge between dreams and waking spaces, showing the connections between the layers of self. To be truly trusting of myself and willing to wholeheartedly accept the responsibility of being a healer in all forms of creative energy. To see the humor and love in all experience and to respond with humility and awareness.
To not only see the glass as half full, but realize, there is no glass.

So to honor a great teacher and healer, the teacher known only to me in my dreams, I humbly choose to follow in the path that he has blazed in starlight/soul light . I know that the "still voice" is not silenced.

In gratitude as poetry is one of my healing tools, I share again, this the Battle between Left and Right brain resolved...
Midway, Karl ponders falling, on spying the Persistent Trillium
or
Tallulah Gorge: A love story
Almost invisible, this spider's plumb-line,
Opposites attracting, points A to B.
Horizons, diffused by daylight's haze
refracting distance into a fly's eye.
Pick a point. There.
Insignificant pearly beacon.
Focus. Breathe.
Banish fear. Exercising will, find your center.
Slide one foot, that prehensile grip, then the other,
Heel to toeing that line ephemeral.
Chilled spring breeze ripples your spine,
cranial-sacral urge, that umbilical snaking from
life to death.
Breathe deep. Don't look...down, back.
Subtly shift weight.
Breath caught. Held.
A wilder wind sways, ancient ambrosia sweet
in this rarefied air.
Trust your equilibrium
in this walk 'twixt and 'tween
this walking on air,
Peril in a misstep.
Viewed with hawk-eye
encircling thermals
spiral 'round your head with
primal possibility,
Tantalizing, hypnotizing head spins.
Accumulating cumuli
beckon to bed your wariness,
kiss closed your Horus eye.
A whirlwind now,
whirling dervish rush,
blinds you with remnants
of dead stars, fragments of chaos.
You feel the hot rush of your bowels
as you savor this treacherous beauty,
Mindful of the jagged promise
that falling entails.
In this air of the impossible
to fall or soar.
Falling, soreness
Soaring, flight.
You sprout wings.

Blessed BE to Jad's family, you are loved as he loved. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of his Path.
Toni