Fulfillment ~ "2023, a Year of Goodbyes"

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Winds of Change

There was a noticeable change in attitude by many citizens in Baltimore, Maryland who were witness to and had to endure the violence and destruction taking place around them, courtesy of bused-in rioters and anarchists who wasted no time in taking their city apart.    

These courageous citizens came together and were united and determined, yet quietly defiant, as they stood shoulder to shoulder in solidarity with one another, forming an impenetrable line in front of law enforcement.
This was a "real line drawn in the sand" and if you noticed, nobody dared cross it.

Their message:  "We Ain't Gonna Take It Anymore".

We watched as a number of people of color expressed their anger and disgust with what they saw happening and who had no problem with denouncing the violence and pointing the finger at parents who had long ago abrogated their responsibilities to their children, their families, their communities, along with the news media for focusing on the demonstrators and violence, neglecting the peaceful protests happening nearby.

This whole incident started out badly and ended badly yet their was a discernible change for the better in the air.

It was painfully obvious that those in command, those government, city and local officials had not bothered to plan for what was going to happen but opted instead to provide a space for these hoodlums to destroy private property to their heart's content and that's exactly what they did.

Their is a theory and it's called The Broken Window Theory.  Basically it goes like this:  When someone throws a rock (or in Baltimore's case, a piece of concrete) and intentionally breaks a window, now is when you confront the perpetrator and ensure that they don't do it again.

If, however, you are a feckless piece of c**p who can't be bothered with seeing to it that violence doesn't get a foothold in the first place and rain down on your city and citizens because you are too incompetent and too busy sucking up to government bureaucrats who, behind the scenes, are actually encouraging this anarchy, cracking down on criminals who openly salivate at the chance to unleash their horror on innocent people, families, and business owners, someone who exists only to draw their government paycheck, grovel to and willingly kneel at the altar of a certain political party that continues to lambaste and ridicule anyone who dares speak the truth of the situation and spew the liberal party line of "it's everyone else's fault, don't blame me, or unbelievably setting aside an area where these thugs can act out their aggression by destroying everything in sight, or the old reliable, it's George Bush's fault, then you are no better than the trash who trashed your city and you should be canned.

What happened in Baltimore could have been avoided.

Those who were responsible for allowing this inexcusable carnage should forfeit their jobs as they have publicly demonstrated to all that they were totally incapable of planning for and responding to what everyone feared would happen.

And it did.




You are a Sun Flower

I am fascinated by window blinds.

This is the result of my experience at the age of three after having my tonsils removed.

I remember, vividly, standing in my crib in a darkened hospital room.

I have often wondered why they kept my room so dark.      

Behind my crib was a window.

Just outside my room I could hear noise and bustling as people talked with one another, walking back and forth down a long hallway.  

The window was covered in old faded. dusty pale yellow blinds that were made of wide slats, not the narrow, designer kinds available today.

The lights from the outside peeked through the blinds and displayed themselves on the walls and the floor of my room.

I remember watching, transfixed, as the bands of rays mysteriously appeared and then happily following them as they splayed across the floor and crept slowly, making their way up the wall.    

I heard the door open.

A nurse came in dressed all in white with a cap with dark bands.

She didn't turn on the light but made her way across the floor to my crib, the light from the hallway illuminating behind her.

She had some ice cream in a cup and offered it to me.

It was cold and helped numb the back of my throat.

It tasted good.

I immediately threw up.

She came back in and cleaned me up and changed my sheets.

She then gave me some ice in a little cup.  

I chewed on the pieces.  It soothed my throat and felt good.

I was in my room for a few days and grew fond it and the sun as my companion.

My room was quiet and warm, soothing and comforting as I stood quietly in my crib, watching rays of sunshine making their way across my room, slowly penetrating the darkness.

We are all sun flowers, rays of sunshine penetrating the darkness as we continue to make our way, transiting through the darkness, on Life's Journey.

Know that you are loved and have help while here.

There are angels and spirit who are here to lighten your load and light your path when it is most dark.

Sunflowers are here.

There is no reason to fear.  

   






Monday, April 27, 2015

Evil

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Monday, April 20, 2015

Adversary

This morning, before I awoke, I was being probed by Spirit as to the meaning of the word "Adversary".

"Adversary" is a most powerful word.  "But what exactly does it mean"?  

This word contains within it many different meanings.

Most importantly, I believe, is the meaning "To Come Against".

In the bible there is the story of Jesus being summoned by the devil in order for the devil to tempt him.  

The devil brings Jesus up to a mountain where Jesus is able to survey all the kingdoms of the world.

The devil mocks Jesus by saying, ' all these things I will give you if you will fall down and worship me".

Jesus rebukes the devil by saying, "get thee hence Satan, it is written that thou shalt worship the Lord thy God and only Him shalt thou serve".

In the above illustration, several other definitions of the word Adversary reveal themselves:    

Tempter
Mocker
Satan
Tormentor
Manipulator
Deceiver
Liar

The world is in rebellion.

But now good people are beginning to see with a new pair of eyes.

Can you feel it?  There is a tension, a seething, a quiet growing turbulence in the air.

It's like sensing someone is standing behind you but when you turn around, no one's there.

The New Moon is in Aries and Aries represents, among other things, "The God of War".

This is a time to reflect upon what is important in your life.

Is it your job?  Is it sex?  Is it drugs?  Is it alcohol?

Or, is it delighting and laughing while beating someone up, robbing them and taking their life?        

What about family and relationships and making peace with one another?

What about rebuilding communities and making them habitable and safe for our children and loved ones?

What about taking care of our elderly and our military men and women who have given so much and sacrificed so much for all of us?

But the Adversary will have none of this.

Why do you think ISIS has raised its ugly head?  Why do you think ISIS is gaining so much power and strength?

If we do not stand up to evil we are setting ourselves up for the ultimate fall.

Right now I believe the world is in free fall.

Our leaders are paralyzed by indecision, power, politics, money and game playing.  

There is a war brewing for the very soul of this planet, for the very soul of humanity.

And this war will be the war to end all wars (my opinion).  

There is tumult and claps of thunder and dark looming clouds on the horizon.

The fight is on to wrest back what was stolen from us.  

To retrieve what was, what is and what shall forever be--that which The Creator rightfully bequeathed to every human being on this planet--love, peace and harmony but what the Adversary has trampled asunder.

I believe we're all getting tired of the same old runaround here on planet earth.  

Tired of being ripped off and being lied to; tired of being used by political junkies to line their already filthy rich coffers and further their personal agendas; tired of communities under siege by drugs, alcohol and violence.

I don't know about you but lately I've become more "aware" of things.

Before I couldn't see what lies beneath but now I can.

It's like being able to see (perceive) what is on the underside of a leaf.

You pick it up but didn't realize there was a venomous spider clinging to the underside.

Now you do and are able to avoid a nasty encounter.  

It's a subtle perception, an awareness that you've not experienced before as it wasn't there before.

It's like a door that's been opened.  One that was previously closed to you.

You can't put a finger on it but you can feel it".

This is part of the growing consciousness of good men and women everywhere.

The Shift:  This is what the Ancients spoke of, a new awareness, a new way of living for all on planet earth but in the meantime we all need to band together as we are in for some very rough times.

This new awareness is part of the shift in global consciousness toward a more harmonious and equitable way of life for all.  

It's a form of "knowing".  A new spiritual awakening.

I hope this post helps all who read it.

Blessings To All of You,


























Sunday, April 19, 2015

We Can Do This!

https://youtu.be/gGKogwbO240

Home

Into the forest
Deep, dark and green
This enchanting realm of in between
With pixies and elves
And all sorts of selves
They sit beside you
And tousle your hair
They cradle your face
Into your eyes they stare
Wondering
A soft mossy path meanders
You know of where it wanders
To merry meadows and garden paths
You know now you're home at last
    What's passed is past
In this realm of in between
You lay your head
Against earth's breast
You're deserving of
A well earned rest
The trees look down upon you
They are glad you made it home
They bend their furry branches
Lovingly
And you with hairbrush comb
Quiet elms stately, tall
Shadowy figures at a masquerade ball
Sentinels lining an old stone wall
I love it here
In this quiet realm
You can catch your breath
You can get some rest










Saturday, April 11, 2015

AMEN!

If you don't know God, don't make stupid remarks!

A United States Marine was attending some college
 courses between assignments.  He had completed
 missions in Iraq and Afghanistan.  One of the courses
 had a professor who was an avowed atheist and a 
 member of the ACLU.

One day the professor shocked the class, when he came
 in he looked to the ceiling and flatly stated, "God, if
 you are real, then I want you to knock me off this
 platform.  I'll give you exactly 15 minutes."  The lecture
 room fell silent.  You could hear a pin drop.

Ten minutes went by and the professor proclaimed,
  "Here I am God.  I'm still waiting."  It got down to the

 last couple of minutes when a Marine got out of his
 chair, went up to the professor and cold cocked him,
 knocking him off the platform.   The professor was
 out cold.

The Marine went back to his seat and sat there, silently.

The other students were shocked, stunned and sat there
 looking on in silence.

The professor eventually came to, noticeably shaken,
 looked at the Marine and asked, "What the heck is the
 matter with you?  Why did you do that?"

The Marine calmly replied, "God was too busy today 
 protecting American soldiers who are protecting
 your right to say stupid stuff and act like an idiot.  So, He
 sent me."

  

Friday, April 10, 2015

"I LOVE YOU" - The Three Most Powerful Words in the World

Do you not know that every thought you have, every step you take, every act you do, every breath you take combines to make the whole?

It is who and what you become.

That if you choose to participate in harmful things, if you choose to harm others, if you choose to take a life, if you choose wrong doing over good, this all combines to make the whole?

There are some on this planet who are past redemption.  They will face their fate after they leave here.

Everything we do as conscious human beings creates our whole.

Boring and humdrum have bad names.

But boring and humdrum add up to wisdom.

Taking the clothes out of the dryer and lovingly folding them up, all the while reminiscing about the past or thinking of your children.

The kitchen door is open letting in the warm summer breeze.

The red rambler roses laughingly tumble over one another and climb high over the porch, awash with honey bees.

The warm sun is pouring through the window and making funny little faces on the kitchen floor.

There is a wonderfulness, a warmth and a comforting feeling as the day wears on.

Order and beauty surround you,

Do you not know that you are loved and cared for and thought of every waking and sleeping moment?

Do you not know that you were created to be a blessing to others?

Do you not know that you are a G-d Fragment and part of a much bigger picture?

Do you not know that we are all tethered together and form one giant celestial body?

We are growing together, not apart from one another.

Let us all band together and become what we were meant to be.

What we were created for  

We are all Brothers and Sisters and Cousins and Aunts, Grandparents and Parents.

We are all related.

I LOVE YOU.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Looking Down

The world is an ugly and dangerous place.  The majority of people on this planet painfully eke out a life for themselves and their families.

Many of us don't even make it here while many suffer horribly at the hands of others while here.

There are very few who happen to be born into wealth.  There are very few who happen to be born into freedom.

Yet it seems that both of these gifts are abused and treated with disgust, disrespect and disdain.

Money is used to make more money, not to help those who need it.

Freedom is trampled and taken for granted.  Used by those who know not what the word freedom even means nor the fact that many went before them, shedding life and limb, to gallantly win those rights these ignoramuses wantonly abuse.  

Humanity is going through a wormhole.  It is shedding the old and embracing the new.

But, exactly, what is this new going to be?

I had a visit from my grandmother this a.m.  As I was looking into the mirror studying the age marks on my face, suddenly my face softly and slowly morphed into hers.

"Why, hello Grammy".  "Gosh, I didn't expect to see you".  "I sure do look a lot like you".  "I never knew how much".

With this quiet revelation, standing at the mirror and viewing this world through the eyes of my Grandmother who passed in 1979, I felt the most lost the most peace the most wonderful feeling of comfort.  Everything's going to be alright.

But only if we take an active role in where we're headed.

She is in another realm.  She passed the test of existing here and paying the price we all pay --birth, injury, loss, humiliation, sickness, sadness, pain, guilt, grief, sorrow, love, forgiveness, hate, anger, remorse, regrets, abuse, greed, forgiveness and, finally, death.  

When I look at what I just wrote, it strikes me that there aren't very many happy moments for any of us down here to celebrate.

So why not take the time to celebrate those that do make us happy?

What, you just don't have the time?

Well, time is running out for you and me.

MAKE THE TIME.

If this transition to another reality (and it's for the good of all of us if we handle it properly) is not understood nor handled properly, the "new" will be nothing new but the same ole, same ole way of doing business on this planet.

Right now I am calling on all of the universe, the Ones who went before us, the Spirit Realm, The Archangels, The Midwayers and our Spirit Guides to rise to the occasion.

Humanity needs you now as never before because there is a great push back ongoing by those who refuse to relinquish their evil ways, their power and control over ALL of us.

If you are any connoisseur of history you know that history repeats itself.  Sadly, it appears we're heading in that direction again.  Turning our heads, refusing to face imminent danger.

Humanity is transitioning from one dismal reality to one of prosperity, hope, love and peace but it seems that whenever something good happens to us there are others who just want to mess the whole thing up.

The world has never been able to completely rid itself of evil doing--those miscreants, tyrants, despots, dictators and butchers who have their own agendas and not necessarily good for those they rule or govern.

The sages advise us to look to our past when we're surmounted by troubles and find ourselves in turmoil at every turn.

But are we listening?

Those human beings who arrive on the scene to help us through crises are few and far between.

We are in desperate need of help.

We need someone, anyone at this point who will point the way, who has the wisdom and courage to stand up to the dangers lying ahead and help humanity coalesce into one fighting unit.

The power is with us.

The sooner we acknowledge this and take action the better for us all.

Together we rise or altogether we fall.


Monday, April 6, 2015

Freaky

4/6/15:  This was a very strange morning.  Got up at my usual time and had my morning cup of Joe.

Did my usual morning thing and wrote out a couple of bills.  Nothing different about this morning except when I glanced at the clock.

When I did check the time I found it was a lot later than I thought.

It was 11:40 a.m.

Whaaaat???

I didn't feel any weird energy, anything out of the ordinary but I do remember thinking in a different and inexplicable way--something I'd not experienced before--I was thinking in "right angles", almost a square shape, not the usual soft and rounded rush of thoughts and ideas,

It was as if something had been sucked out of the middle of something and just disappeared.

I know this is not going to connect with anyone.

Somehow I had just lost an entire hour.  It was as if my mind was viewing a framed picture (square) but no picture in the middle of it.  Just a frame with a blank, a hollow space.      

I scratched my head.  "Wait a minute", I said to myself, "it should be 10:40 a.m. not 11:40 a.m".

So what happened to that lost hour?  Was that the hollow I was perceiving in the picture frame?

Where did that hour go?  It had to have gone somewhere.

Did space aliens come down and knock me out for an hour while they rummaged through my garbage or watched "Aliens from Outer Space" on my t.v.?

Did NSA hack into my brain and scramble some neurons?

Did the government do a flyover and discharge some kind of new mind control drug?  --Scary thing is there might be more truth to this than most of us would like to admit....

Time is of the essence; Time waits for no one.  Time travel.  Timeless.  Ticking Time Bomb.  Time Out.  Timing is everything.  It's about Time.  Where the hell did the Time go?  Time for Tea.  Time Lords.  Time check.

I think I've figured out what it was....a hollow gram.

Or, upon further reflection, maybe an "L" move that a Knight is capable of making in a game of chess?

What the heck is Time, anyway?

Only Time will tell.

I think I'll go back to bed....




Saturday, April 4, 2015

Help the Homeless

http://soundofheart.org/galacticfreepress/content/these-20-year-olds-turned-their-van-mobile-laundromat-wash-clothes-homeless

Blood Runs Deep


Blood Moon
There is a luminescence, an effervescence, a quietness, a meandering spirit, a subtle energy that flows and weaves its way across this planet and the entire universe.  It is sewn into the fabric of the air we breathe, our awareness, the earth under our feet, the humdrum of a honey bee as it gathers pollen, in the sunrise and sunset, in birth and death, in melodies and dirges, in waking up and lying down.

You can feel it in your soul.

The sweet smell of sage and standing up high on a rocky precipice, viewing the expansive meadow below you, marveling at the explosion of petite yellow flowers profusely blanketing it for miles and miles, the exhilaration of traversing high plains and crossing endless prairies.    

It is low and emotive, cleansing and healing, refreshing, comforting and Intuitive.

This energy is harmonious and touches all of us whether good or evil.

It disguises itself so one can't find it nor experience it unless one is actively searching for it.

Yet, it is the one to determine if it wants to reveal itself to you or not.

If it chooses not too, maybe you're too cocky or maybe you're not quite ready.

If and when you do happen to come in contact with this soothing vibration, you're completely taken aback, surprised and somewhat shocked as you've been completely taken off guard.

You're not used to this.  You stop what you're doing because you were so unaware.

Something just passed a fragrant rose under your nose and you breathe in its exquisite scent.

Someone just whispered something softly in your ear and you swear it was the voice of your father telling you "he loves you", but who passed from this earth several years ago.

Could it be that the reason we cannot experience this Life Force is we're just plain incapable?  That our brains are just not wired for this?  

Or, could it that we just haven't connected with the spiritual side of our existence?

Or, could it be that we just don't give a damn about what happens around us, to us, and why?

This Life Force is Intuitive and knows who you are.

It is testing you, probing you, summoning you to open your heart to an experience that will be life changing.

It is daring you to take a step forward into the Unknown.

I believe this Life Force is not just a random act of nature but is a profound, conscious, healing, transformative energy of some kind.  An integral part of this planet we inhabit and the universe that surrounds us.

Humanity's blood runs deep.  Let's stop shedding it, shall we?

Before The Great Flood, estimated to be around 5,000 BC, there were many different races of human beings living on this planet.

They had managed to morph into a sordid mess.

Governments and politicians, clergy and councilors, corruption and crooks, decadence and decay, wars and rumors of wars, persecution and perversion of all sorts were rampant.

Sounds like today,

It took some time for humanity to coalesce, descend and dissolve into this giant cesspool of evil doing.

And, after the Flood, it took many years for it to heal.

Could it be that humanity is on a Time Table of some sort and we're on a collision course, again, with Destiny?

Could it be that an Almighty God has put signs in the heavens purposely, for all to see, at appointed times, that are heralding in great change?   They mark the days, the months, the years of our existence and are some kind of marker or warning that time is short and we need to mend our ways?

I believe we exist because we have rightfully chosen to obey laws set down to protect and govern us.

But Now is different.  Everything is up for grabs.  Right is Wrong and Wrong is Right.

Have we come full circle?  Is humanity back right where it was 5,000 years ago?

On the brink of a giant spanking to get our acts together or a giant wake up call of mammoth proportions?

Blood runs deep.  Let's stop shedding it, shall we?















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