Miracles and magic, are they one in the same?
Why fear the idea of exploring the unexplained?
Why pretend we’re “living the dream” if it causes pain?
Viewing behind the veil is the Allegory of the Cave,
Light and Sound singing stories on an eventful, infinite stage.
With conscious awareness weaving the wandering of the waves…
What holds us in time behind the full spectrum of vision?
Words—combinations of symbols representing opinion—
Nothing more than simple strokes penned with precision,
Calculated paid program-ming, broad-cast on tel-e-vision.
Manchurian mockingbirds echoing handler-approved decisions.
No intention to BE change, but create the appearance.
The devil’s in the details, some are beginning to grasp.
Are buzzwords and segregating vocabulary the trap?
Ever wonder why it’s called spell-ing? Let me guess…
Intention’s energy into words— a spell that’s cast—
Populations at the precipice paying attention, at last.
We can rise above those using deception to divide faith.
Agents of shadows imbed their thorns then walk away,
Sleight of hand is an insurgent’s trick of the trade.
The oxyMorons ‘fighting for peace’—or so they claim.
Why fight fire with fire when results are always the same?
Who are you to tell people when they should be afraid?
Why not face our shadows instead of looking away?
Shall it profit a man to gain the world, but forget the soul?
Man’s desire to control what isn’t meant to be controlled,
Fool’s gold magic aims to steal what was not bestowed.
A false sage found out by seeds of doubt that it sews—
Those grasping for control feel separation the most.
Will we accept responsibility for Life’s obstacles we chose?
Life offers no curses, but circumstances to be faced,
Chosen by resonance, there’s no one else to blame.
Fear has always been a liar as it claimed to keep you safe.
Death by a thousand cuts is strategy some choose to play.
Fear was our teacher for a time, now things have changed.
Are you here to free people? Or give them more chains?
Why imagine Christ on the cross, instead of the Christ who came?
Why view life as a sacrifice when it’s a blessing to light the way?
The meaning you give anything, is the meaning it gains...
Do you really want to free people— or just “keep them safe”?
Will we transmute the distortions— or give them a name?
Ignorance is transient, always providing room for grace.
A rebellious house— eyes to see, but see not— how so?
To reclaim ignorance is to look past God in human clothes.
Ears to hear, but hear not— this story is ages old—
The ages of forgetting came, and now will be reknown.
What if we could hear and see, what can’t be heard or shown?
Do we waive our divinity when we “do what we’re told”?
The great Spirit never left, only allowed distortions to show,
Allowing Creation’s children to pretend until they ‘know’.
Gifts to be received require a righteous resonance to hold—
Are higher sight and hearing for inner events that unfold?
Devotion to Inner Truth is the only straight and narrow road.
A Heart’s spirit armor gives the Seat of the Soul space to grow.
Divine Union can be experienced in the heart You hold.
Unite Soul and Mind, and the Body becomes whole.
God the Father and God the Spirit, God the Son we all know.
Soul and Spirit move together in the dance that’s Your own.
Do we die to old ways to receive gifts to be bestowed?
Will it arrive in different packaging than fear would have you know?
Divine nature was the Son of Man—a Man among men.
Seen in truth, the word ‘magic’ would fade with the wind.
What seems like magic may be traits of the indwelt sent,
Second coming shift of awareness we’ve yet to comprehend.
Gold flows, filling cracks, vessels becomes whole again…
A voice echoes in the distance “Behold, I make all things new”
Maybe Magic seeks the vessel willing to accept the Truth.
Maybe, the Christ returns in us all as we make room,
Lanterns light darkness for seekers— yes, pests too—
God is the mosquito, just as God is light, and God is you.
God is just a word that we earthly children use.
Limited definitions can’t contain the omnipotent, transient Truth.
Is it time to face the music, hearing every subtle tone?
Have we reached the reckoning that’s long been foretold?
Is it time to shed our masks and remember our souls?
Time to wake up, but at the same time— let go.
Into still, wild, willing hearts, the magic will flow…
Soak in each second, these are the moments we chose.
House of Cards falling— Destiny is calling— shadows bow to Sun,
The fruits exposing deception’s clothing— the snakes and the doves
Another session done—please know I mean it all with love—
An artist on a farm searching for diamonds through the dust.