"JESUS Asks a Question"

"LOVE IS THE ANSWER,  

NOT HATE"

WHEN WILL YOU EMBRACE THIS TRUTH? 

DID YOU NOT KNOW THAT THIS IS WHY YOUR WORLD IS IN SUCH A MESS?

ISN'T IT TIME YOU TURNED THINGS AROUND DOWN HERE? 

AND HUMANITY WHISPERED, 

"YES"

LOVE IS THE ANSWER 

HEED THE CALL

FOR THE WRITING ON THE WALL

IS THERE FOR ALL OF US TO SEE

FOR ~ JESUS JESUS SET US FREE

IT'S UP TO US TO FIND THE KEY

THE ONE WE LOST THOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO

BECAUSE WE WERE IGNORANT AND DIDN'T KNOW

NO MORE WAR, NO MORE PAIN

FOR WE ALL HAVE SO MUCH MORE TO GAIN

LET US, FOR ONCE, SET OUR RECORD STRAIGHT

THE ONE WE BROKE THAT SEALED OUR FATE

THE TIME IS HERE

THE TIME IS NOW

FOR US TO OPENLY AVOW

THAT CHRIST IS COMING

CAN'T WE SEE

IN ALL HIS GLORY AND PERFECTLY

IT'S TIME TO GET OUR ACTS TOGETHER

AS THE TIMES A-COMING WILL MAKE US WITHER

UNDER THE HEALING TRANSIT COMING OUR WAY

THAT IS KNOWN AS THE

"ALPHA RAY"

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THE HEALING RAY – HOW TO RECEIVE DIVINE HEALTH THROUGH AFFIRMATIVE CONSCIOUSNESS – Emmet Fox - YouTube

Earth Song

"I Think I'll Have Another One"  

I will withstand the pain

if it slow reveals the Truth

I will exist in the dark

and wait for the spark

marking the end 

to earth sorrows and cries 

Fear and anxiety 

Enslavement and lies

It's a continuous cycle

as we take our last breaths

think of the play 

entitled "Macbeth"

When will we wake up

Stop stumbling along

When will we all hear  

Earth's beautiful song?    

Will we all perish

Before it is here, 

the Change that is coming

Replacing Darkness and Fear?

We still are alive

claiming a future, we see 

We swim in the oceans with

Whales, Manatees

But this future is not

and will persist as we're wrought

with questions and troubles

continue to tie us in knots

When will we wake up

How long will we sleep 

Before we admit 

We're all too drunk to seek?

The Truth is in All things

Because that is what's here

It's up to each one of us

to find it, So,  

Put down the beer

Whale Spirit Animal Meaning - how to navigate change

There's no Turning Back

Hug your loved ones and keep them close - for we're about to overdose - the earth is changing within, without - what happens next, there is no doubt - keep your eyes to the skies and your heart with The Lord - for you don't want to stumble and keel overboard - earth is changing before our eyes - if only before we'd heeded her cries - there are experts out there who have our best interests at heart - but when it comes to the truth they're being kept in the dark - please take time to consider all this I have spoken - for I hope that by doing I've woken the token - we're moving so fast now it's hard to keep up - but if we don't do this now - we're all gonna be flocked.   

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token:  something serving to represent or indicate some fact, event, feeling, etc.; a sign such as:  Black is a token of mourning.

Dominion

"Despair"

Hubris and Arrogance

is Our Fate

as we approach

the Lions Gate

NASA, 

you continue acting the farce

and you, UN

are a sickening arse

Ignoring Wisdom

Embracing Fame

you both  

qualify 

for the Hall of Shame

the Wise Ones, oh

you knew them well

but instead of listening 

you gave them Hell

ignoring their message

at Humanity's Peril

They've been warning

for years 

of just what's to come

but you guys continue, 

sightless, clueless 

   and numb  

Because you chose

to ignore

what God has in store

we'll now all be riddled

with cankers

   and sores

why is it you two

can't come down from your perches

  and do what is needed

for all of God's creatures

all you need is Humility

to find Truth or not

  or will you continue

just spewing your rot

It's Here

"Initiation"
or 
"The Long Walk"

Make the Most 

Of the Day you Have

Call your Mom 

Call your Dad

Hug your kids

And make amends

With family 

Neighbors

And long lost friends

Folks,

We're in the Twilight Zone

Half are here

But half are gone

Buckle up, 

For what is coming

Is gonna hurt

And it's way too late

To choose reverse

The time is here

Where we'll realize 

That what's forthcoming 

Was a BIG surprise

Even though

We were foretold

By the prophets

From days of old

But we continued

To just ignore 

All the stuff

God had in store

For the righteous

And the Rotten,

To the Core

Rejoice! 

At least we made it here

Now get ready 

For a cheer

Or face the music

And have a beer 

"I Am a Daughter of the Revolution"

"I am a Daughter of the Revolution. My blood has stained the ground. In this cherished land my boots have trod. In this cherished land my fears have gnawed- but I've thrown them off with a guffaw. With musket, powder, cloak and dagger, I am unlike polities swagger, for I am honour bound. The trees, my cover, the babbling brook, await the line I bait with hook. For up ahead opposition lies. And I am one and they are five. Covert and silent, I know the drill, as I creep across yon silent hill. I push aside locks grazing brow and grasp my musket more firmly now. My heart is steady as stealthily, I approach the enemy. Blood, sweat and loss is all I've known. For father, mother, children gone. And country on verge of collapse. I cannot bare hear dirge of Taps. What drives me is it courage, duty? Or is it liberty's proclivity? We must accomplish task at hand--restoration of this great land. All else is worthless if freedom lost and unresolved at any cost".

Ode to Earth

Planet Earth

This planet we live on is special.  Even the ETs know how beautiful and precious Earth is and have oft remarked about it.  Earth, with its vast oceans, towering mountains, meadows and prairies, dry  deserts, flora and fauna, insects, mammals, reptiles, fresh water, minerals and other species of life.

Each day I walk out my door and look down at the carpet of grass under my feet and then turn to walk into the fragrant pines nearby, inhaling in their perfume and watch songbirds soar to and fro in the warm summer air.  I cannot help but marvel, "how is all of this possible?"

A tiny red rose whose fragrance is beyond measure shyly peeks up at me, a nanny goat who just birthed a little one tenderly caring for it, an old man walking slowly toward his mail box with the help of a neighbor, the wind tousling my hair as I plant a garden seed and expectantly wait and watch as it sprouts and unfolds into a bean, a carrot or a bright yellow sunflower.

~The Miracle of Life~  

We have lost our curiosity, our ability of wonderment down here and need to regain it along with a respect for this planet and the creatures that inhabit it.  Life is so busy now, so crazy now that all we have time for is listening to insane news morning and night, get the kids off to school, go to work, come home, eat, wash dishes, do homework, watch t.v. and go to bed.  Then start the process all over again the next day.  With no time to wonder or question or think about what greets us as we wake up in the morning - the sunrise and what beckons us goodnight - moonrise.  We don't have time to marvel at a rainbow or watch a little fledgling bird take its first flight.

My job here on this planet is that of a caretaker.  I kinda morphed into this through the years and had no idea I'd still be doing this and so late in life but it's what I do.  I take care of livestock, cats, dogs, birds, a vegetable garden, flowers, kids and Grandkids.   

~Ode to Earth~
Wanderer
Nurturer
Birther
Comforter
Healer
Protector
Love
Conscious
Togetherness
Sanctuary
Forgiveness
Patient
Abode
Home
Habitat
Womb
Soul 

I look outside my window
At the sun that's going down
Rays of darkness everywhere
And on people's face a frown
We've lost our way
We're in the fray
But, always, Hope abounds
A man of dreams
Who brings sunbeams
To every one in town
It's coming folks
A new array
So don't be discouraged
Don't be dismayed
By what you see going on
Everyday

https://youtu.be/e5zZVOPzn3A

Wise

There is a witch

Just down the street

As nice as she can be

Then there’s the lass

Who’s full of gas

And cries like a Banshee

But the witch is wise,

And the lass unadvised

So she'll wait it out

And pray

That the lass 

Will determine

And in due time

That olde myths   

Are in decay

Blue Inverse

I lived my life

Now laid to rest

Given all

I did my best

What grieves me deeply

Is leaving earth

This my home

Origin of birth

Time to sleep

And Time will tell

If next time around

Is downright dull

Or maybe, more

Incantations, spells?

I weave a web

Of truth and lies

As this is what beneath

Implies

You can’t save me now

I’m on my way

And will reappear

On earth

One day

Reconcile

The fragile flower drops her head

The bird, the tortoise, have long since fled
The King of Beasts has made its bed
The Eagle soars
The Bull is strident
The Man is weary
But still defiant
Yet, throughout, all have remained
A constant reminder of things unnamed
Viewing the goings on
Following scripts of noble anons
[The reckoning is nigh]
Serpents slither into dens
They know what’s coming  
It's called The End
The pain the woe the anger, fear
Is the result of what is clear
No cave no hollow no building stands
All is revealed
What once was banned
He Who has come to judge the past
And, with one last mighty gasp
The seal is broken
This, the one that was long unspoken
Loosening the hordes of those now awoken
The sky turns dark and thunder rumbles
Lightning strikes
Thiefdoms tumble
The arrogance of man is made bare for all to see
He who was allotted much time
To muzzle his own vanity
Evil now knows it was its undoing
All its altars destroyed
And of its own choosing

All is Well

By the dark of the moon

She weaves her spells

Broken hearts, illness

She knows all too well

She recites, she incants

She radiates, enchants

She breaks open bottles

Of elixers and spirits

The fragrance of herbs

Combine as she mixes

The warmth from the light

Cast shadows afar

As she continues her work

Neath the rays of Lodestar

She works until dawn

To ensure the spell

Will bring hope and cheer

And healing as well

Citizen Soldier

American Revolutionary War, 1775 - 1783

This is a poem I wrote, many years ago:

I am a Daughter of the Revolution. My blood has stained the ground. In this cherished land my boots have trod. In this cherished land my fears have gnawed- but I've thrown them off with a guffaw. With musket, powder, cloak and dagger, I am unlike polities swagger, for I am honour bound. The trees, my cover, the babbling brook, await the line I bait with hook. For up ahead opposition lies. And I am one and they are five. Covert and silent, I know the drill, as I creep across yon silent hill. I push aside locks grazing brow and grasp my musket more firmly now. My heart is steady as stealthily, I approach the enemy. Blood, sweat and loss is all I've known. For father, mother, children gone. And country on verge of collapse. I cannot bare hear dirge of Taps. What drives me is it courage, duty? Or is it liberty's proclivity? We must accomplish task at hand--restoration of this great land. All else is worthless if freedom lost and unresolved at any cost.  ~  M.D.

Gone with the Wind

This is the time to make important decisions

Because the wind is at your back and

Not in your face

We are on the cusp of something wonderful

Happening here on earth

The winds aloft are steadily pushing us

Gently steering us forward

Along our paths

We look neither left or right but straight ahead

There is no Wrong Turn

This is good and positive energy

Coming out of Heaven and 

Raining down on earth

We are all Scribes, now

Knowing what is best for us

And what is not

The universe will have its way

You are part of the universe

And not just along, for the ride

Heaven Scent

I’m folding in on myself

This warmth and love   

I’m feeling is inclusive,
Complete

I look back and see
Light and shadow
They are who I am   

Take a moment and

Embrace both sides

Bring them together

Let them intermingle

To produce a bouquet

Of the the finest, rare wine

This sweet and intimate encounter

This quiet interlude

Is the vine clinging to the trellis

Without sunshine and without rain

It produces no fruit

Even in the midst of all

The chaos and the turmoil

You now know who you are

For you are the fruit of the vine

From one to another

I love you

Twisted

Robert Mueller

Who art Thou?

Son of God?

Or son of frau? 

Makes one wonder

Doesn’t it

What I think,

You’re full of sh!t

Robert Mueller

Hath no Shame

Quick to assign

To others blame

Robert Mueller

Neglects the Truth

Opting, instead

For rope with noose

Robert Mueller

NO COLLUSION

But you don’t care

It’s prostitution

You’re out for blood

To hell and back

We’re finding out

You’re the lead wolf pack

Robert Mueller

You’re to blame

Playing with lives

In which no one gains

Except of course

The Democrats

Who are hell bent

And on fast track

To take Trump down

Anyway they can

And see it played out

On C-Span 

In Quiet Places with the Wind Harp

A lovely tree spirit    

Tresses the color of spun sugar

Lips like ripe apples

Eyes the color of blue sapphire

Her gown the color of moonbeams

Her skin as soft as cream

She radiates a glow from within  

Surrounded by her cousins, the Jinn

Her long and adept fingers

Touch lightly the strings on her harp

A little happy, a little sad

But never once sound sharp

Then this sweet Dryad

Who sweetly plucks humanity’s melody

That is unwritten up till now

Will soon complete her symphony

And then will take a bow

Sanitize

It’s time for assessment

To complete the divestment
Of reporters and Congress,

And a new reinvestment

Ask them to stand

And repeat their oath

They’re either Americans

Or not even close

If not even close

They need removal

I’m sure most Americans

Would vote their approval

A country can’t withstand

Treason from within

It’s high time to complete
House cleaning

No more time for their lies,
Their scheming

Sanitize, sanitize,
Grab your mop your sponge, your lye
It is time to live Free or Die

Eyes to the Skies - January 31, 2018

Black, Indigo, Crimson Red

These colors appeared in a dream I had

Do they show doom, impending dread?  

Or are they celestial markers in the sky
Announcing the coming of

The One, Most High?

A Blood Moon, a Blue Moon
A Lunar Eclipse

We are all part of His script
I’d say it’s time
We bow our heads
And recognize we’re all but dead
A message deep
From within His Keep
Is prompting us to look inside
Purification, Reconciliation
Precursors to His Declaration
Ushering in our Liberation
Freeing us from Separation 

Tick Tock

I found a tree this morning

On my morning walk

I’ve come this way for many years

But this tree I did not spot

Its heavy trunk lay close to ground 

I wondered what had brought it down

This dead, reclusive, Gothic tree

Whose hidden beauty I could see
And its arm that reached out desperately

And now recoiled in agony

Its gnarled, decayed and mottled limb

Reminded me of the Fairy Tale, "Grimm",

It had cried for help, but no one came

It then repulsed in shock and pain

Its plan was to live to seventy three

But, alas, it found

Twas not to be   

Lost and Found

"Find Yourself then Define Yourself"

I had a dream last night

That I wouldn’t be here today

Who will do what I do,

Who will take my place?

We never know

When fate will come calling

It can come without warning

So please stop your stalling

My advice is to figure it out

You’ve wasted enough time

In fear and self doubt

You never know until you try

You are the apple of my eye

So drop from the tree

And land on the ground

Soon you will realize

That was lost is now found