December 29, 2020 3 min read
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
December 13, 2021 3 min read
False structures falling may be alarming, yet necessary nevertheless
New worlds calling, each sunrise calming and revealing her breathe
December 13, 2021 2 min read
May all wake to remember where we’ve gone, all we’ve been,
May all return to ‘knowing’, mythos growing, reuniting cosmic kin…