Down here it's hard to separate things as we're in the fray; up there we get a View from Above as to what is really going on down here.
Fulfillment ~ "2023, a Year of Goodbyes"
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Monday, February 9, 2015
Eye Cyst
So much
sadness
So much
sorrow
We have
today
But not
tomorrow
How is it we
still turn our heads
While many live
in fear and dread?
Suffering
Pain
It all
remains
But I ask, “What
have we gained”?
This bitter
pill we know as Life
Is filled
with malice, rage and strife
It’s like a
sharpened blade
In Hades it
was made
We skirt the
wily riptide
Yet it manages
to strike out
Snagging us asunder
and tossing us about
Those on
shore are forced to seek
Asylum from condition
bleak
Is there a human
rulebook hidden
Or is this
book for us, forbidden?
This age of Evil
this age of Quark
Yet we’re
drawn like butter
To the dark
Please
someone
Won’t you
hear me, please?
I’m trying
to save humanity
Thoughts ~ Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
http://allpoetry.comEvery morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
How About Promoting Us, For a Change?
My wonderful human family of which I am a member. How can I get across to you how much you mean to me? Whether you be at the end of life or just the beginning, you all are so very special. My, how the Matrix has confused all of us (except of course those who are in control). We are all One in the Eyes of the Universe. Did you not know that "Nothing separates us except the illusions of the Mind?" -- Fear, Greed, Violence, Poverty, War. When all consciousness comes together, finally pushing out the fear mongers, as we refuse to be lied to and herded anymore, then and only then will we come to know the power that is within each and every one of us. We will rise up as One and rightfully demand our freedom from the Manipulators and the Deceivers. We are continually being controlled from the moment we are born to the moment we leave this earth. We are just a commodity and nothing more to those who only know how to push and shove to keep having it their way. I was watching a movie the other night and it was interesting all the things I could pick out that mirror the world we live in -- big wide screens on tall buildings keeping us distracted; monitoring devices everywhere to keep track of us; bustling loud noise and confusion. There was one commercial with a pair of sexy red lips imploring us to keep shopping for more things as the store's revenue was below expectations; then there was the voice of an insistent boss who constantly interrupted our daydreaming, reminding us that we still hadn't gotten the bottom line right. I wonder what we would do if all of us woke up one morning to find out there wasn't anymore violence, no more poverty and starvation, no more wars and that we didn't need politicians anymore to foul things up and tell us what to do. If given half a chance, don't you think we could do it better ourselves, anyway? --Of course we could. I have read articles about free energy--(read about Dr. Steven Greer) the kind that doesn't cost an arm and a leg--you could fill up your car and heat your home with enough money left over. Why is it that we can send a man to the moon but can't find an alternative to gas and oil? I think I know what it is--money control and power. I have no quarrel with something coming out of the ground and no quarrel with making a profit but I do wonder if there isn't something more than constantly having to fork over big bucks to fuel our cars and heat our homes. I wonder, how much do the PTB know about things they are keeping under wrap? They argue that we can't be trusted with new information, new innovations, when it is them that can't be trusted. People, Humanity, think about who you elect. Read between the lines. Question and debate. Refuse to be herded anymore. You are a child of the Universe. Therefore, you have universal rights. It is Up to Us, You and Me, to make a real difference in our world. The world belongs to us, our children and our grandchildren, not some devious bureaucrat or elitist.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Crossing Over
I've been to the other side
I've crossed that Great Divide
I've seen the beauty of that realm
On earth I've trudged many
a lonely path as well
For me, I know where I am going
For you, it’s just a matter of knowing
I’m here to help
I’m here to assist
With what is needed
On your transit
Please consult me
As I read the cards
I’m here to help in that regard
We’re not told the road we’ll take
When we leave our heavenly estate
As our Handlers already know our Fate
If we were told the truth of the matter
We’d all end up just like the Mad Hatter
Better keep it under wraps
For we might opt for a very long nap
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