“Are you kidding me? You REALLY, believe, that!?!?!”
I don’t say it out loud to anyone… but my brain screams it all the time.
I can be seen silently shaking my head, rolling my eyes back, face toward the sky, hands rubbing my temples and forehead…
I am disbelief, shock, confusion, exasperation, resignation, and sarcastic humor…tightly knotted up on the inside and my inability to understand, what the hell people could be thinking.
A few topics which create an energetic rise in me like this, are things like “the monetary system,” “political structures,” “religious doctrine…”
If you are a person who is deeply connected to these systems, and feel they are Truth, and necessary ..well then at some point if we discuss it, I am going to feel like smacking you in the face in hopes of waking your ass up.
These three things are the biggest fictions running our current paradigm. Few people see through it, or fight it, because they have no better solution, and jumping into the void makes them nervous and fearful.
It’s like an abused woman staying with her abuser, because she does not know where she will go, and she is afraid she will never find love or some one who wants her. Fucked up shit.
Life is sooo cozy for people who have found solace in these times of material quantity, and spiritual slumber. Believing their worth can be quantified by their possessions, and bank account digits. Owning all the proofs of material success; and yet, somehow, always coming up wanting.
Neglecting that nagging internal Truth, that the Spirit, just isn’t really THAT impressed with material wealth.
The mind will retaliate… because it is so accustomed to process and program that it COULDN’T POSSIBLY IMAGINE SOMETHING DIFFERENT… so it will argue for the point…
“But money is nice to have. ”
“If we didn’t have government, everything would be chaos.”
“They are doing this for our safety, and freedom.”
“All you have to do is accept this, and you will be saved.”
“But I give a portion back to society.”
“Maybe they aren’t telling us right now, for our best interests.”
“Well at least I have a roof over my head and food to eat.”
EHHH! Every one of those statements keeps people bound to a reality which no longer really suits them.
Let me ask you a very sincere question…
Do you REALLY believe that the world is full of terrorists, out to usurp your freedoms?
Do you REALLY believe that there are a bunch of people out to get US?
From what I have observed from humanity, is that most people, want to live and let live.
Most people are not inherently “evil.” Rather those who display that sort of behavior, have usually been indocternated or imbalanced in some way which causes that reaction in the world.
So if MOST people are not bad… then why the hell do we let the minority dictate how we exist with one another?
Perhaps it is just laziness? Partially… a large part of it is fear.
Fear of a better idea, fear of failure, fear of self, fear of peers, fear of change, fear of the unknown.
LOOK AT OUR WORLD! The state of affairs is looking rather dim for those of you who still believe the old lies.
Everyday some new information or situation comes to light, with it bringing the opportunity for each person to enlighten themselves. Most people will not take this journey because it is a painful process… and let’s face it, most people avoid pain at all costs. And when it sneaks up, what a dominating mistress can she be.
Choosing to meet with Pain on your own terms can prepare you for the process of letting go and transmuting what once was fearful, into something invigorating… besides, battle scars are hot.
Right now, many people are becoming acquainted with Pain in a new way, for the first time in their lives, because they have avoided themselves for a long time. Submersed in force fed believes. Finding within themselves a sort of bipolar soul which aches so much to expand and break free… yet shackled to it’s scared self, afraid of it’s own power and adaptability.
I don’t want to see this any more… but sadly only those who want to help themselves will. I leave little bread crumbs for those who wish to explore the other side of themselves.
Slowly I have reached a point where I feel bad for those in the world, which continue to ignore their own Inner Knowing, that these structures of control, are only in place to suppress truly Higher Potential. Watching them drain themselves in pursuit of fiction, when infinite Abundance, clarity and Truth are but a breath away.
Do not be afraid of yourSelf. Do not be afraid of what you can not see. But follow your heart, even if it means jumping off the edge into the Void.
The void is all potential…. and this thing you cling to is like a stuffy old box, tired and outgrown.
The awkward physical part of me, is what people interact with. And then there is my internal world which bleeds out into the physical through my words.
I have come to realize, this is certainly a confusing situation for everyone.
When you live life loathing the conversations about weather and the news; it seems only right and personally challenging to take those conversations and speak of them in a manner which actually reflects larger issues.
This is the curse of not being able to step into the shallow pools of existence with out some goggles and a snorkel… to get deeper than the water appears…maybe dig in the sand a little.
I have a very deep spiritual world. I don’t see apparitions, or anything. I don’t hear voices (very often.) But I have always had a very divine internal guidance.
I realized this at a young age, and it has kept me challenged and annoyed.
Logic, process, sensibility, resourcefulness, and creativity are very natural attributes to my thinking. At times I find it odd that more of humanity are not in touch with these rather insightful and useful intuitive tools.
I wish I could easily share them, as I believe it would make all of our lives easier. Alas… I must wait.
It can be tedious walking the fine line between the Heaven and the Earth. I do it, but it tires me at times. And then other times it is so uplifting, and surreal. It isn’t consistent, however.
For those who know me, please, cut through the bullshit, and get to the point. Let us spend our time contemplating the bigger things that matter. Because all of this stuff that we see outside the vastness ourselves… is only illusory.
Our stories should not begin and end with CNN social commentary, or Friday’s weather outlook and the extended forecast.
I want to know your personal observation of society, and how it reflects the you and me and all those infinite “I’s” out there.
I want to know the weather in your heart and mind. I want to know why your eyes look overcast when I mention the word, ‘lost.’
We are pits, and crevasse’s, we are pools, and nebula’s of energetic equations.
We are a fabric of humanity which can not be bought or sold at the GAP.
Our laughter tickles the planet. Upon it we are effected.
How then knowing we are starlight, and sunshine, and all the wonders of science and spirituality bound into this flesh… have we stumbled so hard
How have we become so closed minded and lost…when most amazing thing there is, is Us.
The possibilities we hold in our DNA.. the potential of every choice, the ability to change
in, an, instant.
Please, let us cut through the bullshit… we have so much left to explore
Remember, Once Upon A Time… in school, when eventually the teacher would require a team project. One in which you were not allowed to pick your own group. Everyone was assigned to their group by the teacher.
Kids like me, hated this.
Kids like me, knew better than to “team up” with just ANYBODY.
No, I was a hard worker, which meant that I wanted to work with the other hard workers… even if they weren’t my favorite people. I could still admire the fact that they knew how to get down to business and get things done. I may have no real social entanglements with my team partners, but we were assured a good grade.
Then the project comes along, wherein, all that blows out the window.
In this assignment, everyone has a slacker on their team… except for maybe one lucky team, who coincidentally usually ends up with less people in the group, and they all happen to be highly intelligent and driven. I would always wonder why I didn’t get selected for that team.
The project would begin, usually with a slower start. The people in my group would be use to my directive nature, and sit back, and relax while I take the reigns. I would provoke participation, only to meet a brick wall; knowing in the end, nothing I could say would change their desire to participate.
After all this I would feel used, and drained. I would feel as though people were taking advantage of my intelligence, drive, creativity, and follow through.
I hated it. It filled me full of resentment toward both my peers and my teachers. Especially the teachers.
I would think, “What the hell is wrong with these people to make them think that this assigned group shit is worthwhile on these terms?”
Things like this continue to happen as we get older and out of school. The boss who takes credit for the work of an employee, the plagiarizer of work done by great artists and thinkers, left to copy and paste into whatever the slacker can not seem to produce for themselves. I feel like this about artists reproducing the art of someone else, exactly.
Okay, great, you can copy what some one else did, and make it look very similar, perhaps with just a tiny twist of individuality … BUT HAVE YOU NO MIND OF YOUR OWN? NO STYLE or PERSUASION? Are you but hollow husks painted to look like a full head of corn?
This feeling has run into my spiritual life, which I take far more seriously than any of the bullshit we deal with on a mundane basis.
I have been very consciously aware of my connection to the greater whole of humanity for most of my life. It is that connection alone which leaves me feeling so disconnected at the same time. It’s as though I was born half in this world, and half in another; and most of the people around me are not interacting with that “other world.” They don’t understand where I am coming from, or what I am perceiving.
At times it feels very heavy, because it does not just influence me, it influences us all… I just seem to take it harder than most.
In my spiritual world, I have a job. But it has nothing to do with money, or notoriety, or even happiness. It is a job much of being a messenger. Sometimes I have goodness to share, and other times I am the barer of bad news. And many times, it feels like “DON’T SHOOT THE MESSENGER.”
I don’t make the rules, I don’t plan the scripting….I just show up, take what I am given and disseminate it to share. People like me are scattered all over the globe with a tedious job of taking the reigns and leading peers to take a gander at the bigger picture. To start participating on a higher level. But we feel in the midst of slackers, who are taking the message too personally and retaliating with spiritual sabotage; which is such an Earthbound response to knowing that the self is wrong and needs change.
I have to deal with two sets of requirements like taking an Advanced Placement Course. I have to still mingle with those who don’t grasp the headier concepts. I have to find patience in dealing with their avoidance. It really fucking wears me out sometimes. Imagine living life 24/7… no breaks. This is the spiritual emotional job I have. Sometimes people think I am callous, but really I just have little patience anymore for purposeful ignorance.
Now maybe the teachers who are setting us up in these groups… whether physical or spiritual, know something I have not yet grasped. I mean they must know who strives , and who the slackers are. They must observe how people catalyze one another, whether for better or worse. And perhaps it is their experiment toward some sort of social change…. maybe they just think it’s a sick/funny joke. Either way, we are told, that we will never be given more than we can handle. I am waiting to see how THAT plays out.
Lately I have felt a tipping point. I don’t want to help the slackers any more. There is no excuse for their slacking. I want them to see that their slacking effects us all, and it puts extra and undue stress on those of us who are already trying to keep balance. I want to trust that the teachers really know what they are doing, and that they are doing what is best for everyone… but at times those waters are murky. Lately those waters have been murky. I want to cash in my chips and to say to hell with it.
But I can’t. I am not allowed to. I have to “follow through.” It’s getting harder, not easier.
If we could all just agree that we are in this together, we all have a spiritual job to do, and show up for… my life would seem less like a losing battle. I bet you yours would too.
I mean, you don’t necessarily physically FEEL any different… You may not detect any proof when you look in the mirror… there are no wings sprouting from your backhole.
You haven’t manifested anything from the unknown, instantaneously, or teleported anywhere.
What now? What do you do?
If you have felt the calling of being an Angel, then NOW IS THE TIME FOR YOU TO SLIP ON YOUR CLOAK OF DIVINITY!
It’s time for you to BELIEVE you are INFINITE.
Now, mind you, not because I say so…. no, no, no, no.
Rather, because there is that SOMETHING inside you which has been speaking to you, even when you were a child. It was a voice in your heart which did not go away, but may have gotten suppressed and muffled over the years. Years full of older people, telling you that “it’s all in your imagination.” and “just be normal like everyone else.”
When I was a child I felt like I was the weirdest one ever born. You probably felt the same way. So you and me, were sitting next to each other, avoiding eye contact; when our souls just wanted to interact and share Truth. There were no elders to cultivate these opportunities…
If you listened to your heart through out the years, when others didn’t… slowly you would meet others like you, who continued to listen to their heart. And taking in the wisdom of Elders, we never had as children, we began the conversations.
We are all in the middle of this conversation. But so many things in this world are distracting us from listening. The world without Spirit, is calling to “listen to the bombs” , “listen to the fearful cries,” “look at the horror before you!!” “conjure fear from what you see and hear.”
And our hearts want to look away. But it’s hard to, because what else is there to look forward to? At least that is what the Distractors want you to believe….
COME BACK TO YOUR HEART, SWEET ANGEL!
What does your heart say?
Mine says ” I WANT TO GO HOME! This place ISN’T right. WE are SO MUCH MORE than we allow ourselves to be.”
“Turn away from the Distractors. Listen to your heart, like a child, like an Angel.”
“Know your divinity and find comfort in it.”
If you believe in Ascension, then now is the time to let go of what is, this distracted horror.
To focus Higher.
There are those of Us, who have known that the only reason We are Here, Now… is because We were needed in order to remind the other parts of Ourselves ; WHO We REALLY ARE, and to clarify, what we ARE NOT.
We ARE slaves by choice.
We ARE ignorant by choice.
We ARE STUCK BY CHOICE!
But choice can set us free.
It has been our double edge sword, this thing we call choice.
We have seen our options, our potential paths played out in a plethora of ways with so many faces.
We have reached so far, for so much, for each other. But what have We actually done for ourselves as individuals? We have waited on martyrs and saviors, aliens, and governments.
We have individually, each been asleep to the fact that we are not just humans being.
Though we have taught ourselves to master that role. The cloth no longer fits. And it is restrictive.
Save yourself in a righteous way. Treat Yourself with dignity and Divinity. Then you will be able to TRULY treat others with Divinity.
None of Us were born perfect in this creation. We had choices to make, and lessons to learn. We had to choose not to buy into insanity.
Some of you are just awakening to the insanity, and it is potentially very scary. Do not feel overwhelmed or angry. Cast fear to the side.
Angels do not live in fear, they live in their Mission. The Mission may be at times caught in distraction, but the Mission will not fail.
Angels don’t have the same choice as a humans. Angels have Missions.
They have already chosen the side they work for. Everything else, is just in the details.
Excuse me for being brash… crude; crass, rude, un-Kosher, un-classy, and perhaps even UNACCEPTABLE…. but I am pretty sure I am not the only one, IN THIS BIG yet small World… who at times, thinks; Fuck This.
Fuck it all! Fuck this, fuck that, and use a whiffle ball bat!
I can’t say what moments bring you to that point, but I DO know I have ’em. I struggle. I look at the accumulation of all that is, and see its potential to be so much more… and in the same glance I see all the hurdles and blocks that restrict the way.
I see it every day. And some days, I feel like a champion. I love a challenge and I am ready to meet any one that may come, head on. But some days, I just wanna say “Fuck THIS… it isn’t worth my time/energy/creativity/life force.”
It isn’t because I am lazy… but rather because everyday I wake up, I rise with the belief that “Today will be better! Today I won’t have to give looks of confusion or redundant disbelief, because they will get IT too! And perhaps today will be the day of harmony! Finally we can all just get over ourselves and GET ON with Our Next Big Task.”
I get, like two minutes into my day, only to realize….uh well, today probably isn’t THAT Day. And I know this because I am the first person I encounter in a day… and if I am not, for some reason, bliss-ed out… well chances are no one else is.
There are many philosophical discussions on perspective. How our perspective, colors and influences the World we see and interact with it. Cultures far older, honor a system of reflection. The greater I AM, IS ALL and WE ARE IT, and IT IS US… and so it goes. Perhaps no One Person is Perfect…but between the collection of our experiences, together we can create a symbiosis of Perfection through Our unique expressions and perceptions.
Anyway… along those lines, many cultures talk about an up coming “Golden Age.” A proverbial time many have found intriguing for the fact they feel the same aching, internally, in which says…”Fuck This.”
It doesn’t have to be rude, or mean. It doesn’t have to even relate to laziness or cowardliness.. Rather it comes from a conclusion, which is far headier than most want to admit to. It comes down, or rather UP to seeing a bigger picture; which quite frankly may invoke a desire to shit ones pants.
It is the acceptance of our collective nature in a Source, far more multifaceted than modern cultures and religions have given it credit for. When the Hindus talk about having 33 million Gods in their belief… but One Absolute… They could be very close to the Truth. I mean if we are all made of the same star dust; and If We look at Ourselves, We see many faces of God. At that point it seems weird to have such superficial divisions. (Except for the fact that there are have been those who wish to enslave humanity, knowingly. And only for nefarious reasons… which we are observing and taking emotional action toward…)
Some of Us are only just now recognizing the repetitive nature of existence. It’s lessons, our participation, and It’s steadfast nature in conveying impressions of Truth through any avenue. It is unavoidable.
For some of us, It seems We have been struggling, consciously, longer than others.
Perhaps this is where competition really stems. If there is an “end,” then most likely it is “Source.” Why shouldn’t we rush, and push each other to get there? Like Spiritual Sperm finding the Etheric Egg. Most of Us are in for the long haul, but many of Us are reaching Our own thresholds in a way of in-explainable proportions.
The game is just an old rehash, kids. From every parallel and perpendicular; every story has been played out, far too many times…. EXCEPT, the ones that include Ascended Masters.
No one gets tired of imagining themselves as some sort of Savior… meanwhile defaulting in realities mind fuck, in such a way that it relies on some one else to take the proverbial reins and Save, what could be seen as a Sinking Spiritual Ship that is the Hopeless Human.
And that is what separates those who say “Fuck This,” and mean it as a mantra of not giving up… and those who say the same words, with different tones, resonating in defeat and complete submission to the moment, with out regard to the end result which comes in it’s own way, unprovoked.
I, was a child, who never really liked just chatting about the weather… but I sure did enjoy talking about having control over it. These are conversations of sages and the Future. I am by no means calling myself a Sage. But I will admit to being a voice of the Future, and Let me tell you; The Future is Now.
Sure, sure, sure… people have been saying that for a long time… but never in history (this time around) have We been able to reach such a critical mass of people, so quickly, who see through the bullshit; and know better than to wait on a Savior. THEY= YOU, know You have the ability to Save Yourself/ Us. You/We are just waiting on the 100th Monkey to pick up the straw, and go with it.
I know at some point, We will get our 100th Monkey… and I will not give up hope. Just as, in turn I will say; The journey has been crazy and worth it… and I am here to endure it. But at times I find We have neglected Our Own Divinity too long. It’s time to hop on Our Own Soul Train… We have had time to reflect on our past, we have been given opportunities to endlessly rehash… But Now, a new sun on a new horizon, and it is calling Us.
No more fussing and fighting. Time is calling for Re Uniting. And we are the ones to live in the New Sun, We are the Ones who bring the blessings of Eternal Guiding.
When I say Fuck This… I honor where we have been… and I get it.
Do You?
When I say I want to move on, it is because my Soul says We Are Bound for SO Much MORE!
May you Master the Fuck Out of This Experience in order to be Confident in moving into the Next .
To remove myself from the impending miserable situation, i am composing this;
agreed upon this date and time
i compose this little rhyme
about a girl in a bit of a mess
a situation leaving her feeling less
boy less drama and petty woes
homeless and poor
but on her toes
….this sucks, to add to a list of woes in my life, I have forgotten how to write. Or perhaps I have lost inspiration. Good poetry is born of misery? Who is reading happy poetry? Worse yet, who writes happy poetry?
I’d be happy if I was busy. And if I was busy, I wouldn’t have time to write poetry.
Those who are writing poetry and professing to be happy, sure must have a lot of time on their hands.
And this is some same old feeling… like I was 12 again.
Have I really matured?
How could it be that I have changed so much, if I still feel the same?
In this state of mind I am not sad about the current issue. At this moment I am completely detached from it.
Yes, I wish things were more convenient but it really isn’t a big deal.
You have people willing to help.
The things I am so attached to, about this relationship, are not things I need.
YOU, are independent, but you are required to be more responsible.
Watch your money, and don’t get too frustrated.
None of the people willing to help you will let you spend a night with out a roof over your head.
Regardless, it is your job to get out of this situation where you need help.
And it REALLY may mean putting some things on hold for a while to get other things in order.
Besides, you have postponed certain things til this point anyway.
Things may suck, but you really don’t know, a REALLY BAD situation. But you sure are afraid of experiencing one.
I know you think you can’t afford that right now…
First priority…make some cash.
Get out of where you are, take all graces, with gracefulness and respect.
Stay friends. Do not burn bridges… You may not plan on crossing them again, but you sure as hell have no reason to burn the one you exited across.
Not talking for a while is not as hard as you are making it. Just make the decision and stick to it. Get over it, stop being so dramatic. This is only going to be as dramatic as you make it.
You were expecting it, and you always said you would just “let it go.”
You are strong. You don’t need the attention you are seeking.
You can handle this . You can be calm and rational.
Better things are waiting.
If you keep freaking out, better things will never happen.
Roll with this, PLEASE!
You need a place, and a car.
Ugh, more bills? More responsibilities?
Comes with the territory.
Where you want to be depends on the individual importance.
I can’t stop thinking… or feeling that there is something bigger that I am missing. Something BIGGER than the biggest big I could conceptualize. Everyday the search begins again. Little pieces to the bigger puzzle, leaving me empowered and confused. Addicted to the search. I have gained so many new tools in my stability that I have started to feel that rumble and shake inside telling me to move on and use this newly acquired knowledge.
I received some cash today for art. I put it in a thin necked Vodka bottle. It is harder to get it out that way. I want 500 to travel with. What is 500 bucks? Nothing. Bills in a bottle. I am almost a tenth of the way there. Not bad. Should be easy enough. I make it harder with its easy accessibility. I have to set up my own boundaries. That too should be easy enough as I seem to set some sort of boundary for myself on a daily basis. Not even the good kind. No doubt as I tackle the task of breaking the boundaries I will be learning new skills of survival.
I live very much in a now and present future oriented mindset. I aquire what I need in the moment as a way of confirming my energy in work… I think I am in the surplus. This excites me, I just yet have not seen the total fruits of my labor. This should be exciting fruition.
I have not yet traveled as much as I would have liked, to the distances I have hoped to see. This will be a future manifestation when I finally have something tangible to offer. But what is this; all these journals and pictures? Is that not tangible? Sure but it is the old journey and I am in the drivers seat for something new. I am a pioneer who has yet to pick their path for the destination.
I ask inspiration to guide me into uncharted water. I want to ride the current to a place few find because they fight the flow. Getting caught up in a cove somewhere so close to paradise. Always wondering the great “what if?” (Something I refuse to suffocate from.)
This acquisition of comfort is such a gift. I have all I need and more in this moment, but I need more movement to balance this fixture of roots. I am ready to dive deep and move forward in flow.
I ask that I am offered support, and that I be willing to accept it when it is fulfilling for everyone involved. This is truly and exciting journey.
Then he clasped his hands together, smiled, and said,
“This could be a good time!”
“There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.
They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are torn apart and will suffer greatly.
“Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above water. And I say, see who is in there with you and celebrate.
At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, Least of all ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.
The time for the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves! Banish the word struggle from you attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.”
— attributed to an unnamed Hopi elder
Hopi Nation
Oraibi, Arizona
(Here is an audio recording I made of my Ode to Water.)
Have you heard of my beautiful friend Water?
The innovator of the phrase “Let it Flow.”
You may have seen her, she gets around quite a bit
Oh that Sweet Water
She is quite the mover and shaker
She has friends all over , and all sorts adore her.
She came to be when her two gay Hydrogen Fathers approached their good friend Oxygen with the idea of creation
new life , beginning.
The conversation had been stirring that life had become a little to stagnant and sticky
The Hydrogens and Oxygen felt a need to let in a little flow
And despite their differences, felt a bit like innovators with their idea
It took a while to figure out a formula that worked…
But then those Hydrogen Fathers sandwiched Oxygen between themselves
And Water was born
Out of polarity came this Neutral Solvant
In a sense it was structured improvisation
All the elements working in their own way
Nature tending toward perfection
Despite how odd the occurrence, or how illogical it may seem
Within this improvisation was a creation of malleability
Water was a mischievous youth and a wonderful teacher
She has always been a fantastic imitator, with a photographic memory
She ran wild through the woods blessing all she could touch
Taking in everything it had to offer
Adding it to herself
And then moving on in her unique way
There was no boundary she could not reach beyond
Even when She was out of sight, she was still around
She traveled where ever her heart wanted to go
Growing large and vast
Connecting herself to everything she came into contact with
Leaving pieces of herself behind as to grow her ideas of prospective change
Magical adaptation
Ultimate mobility and convergence
Water was always ahead of her time
The other elements were a bit jealous of her ability to transmutate herself
Not realizing she was changing them, as she changed herself
In any situation or environment she touched
They marveled at her cooperative relationship to Temperature
And wondered at her ability to patiently weather all stages of her cycles
Even when she was at times Cold as Ice, she was still quite graceful
It was a common observation that she could be the most gentle of the elements
And also one of the most threatening.
When I was a child, my grandfather told me, “If you respect water, She will respect you; If you honor Her, she will teach you to Honor yourself.”
And when I would swim within that skin of Water, I would gently pull my arms down on her
Breaking the surface tension and submersing my self inside her
Thinking always, that she would hold me and move me along
As I grew, I became closer to Water, she enjoyed the respect and came to visit often
She would follow me on all my travels and she never complained about the weather
Except to say she thought the Desert had an unspoken grudge
Which was fine, because I rarely traveled anywhere but through the Desert to some other lush region
We talked long about the Desert, and its sense of helplessness that it disguises through resilience.
Water joked that anywhere she wasn’t allowed to hang out for too long, was no place for anyone to be
Some had accused Water of being a bit of a loiter at inconvenient times
Water knows more about this Earth and everyone on it than you could even imagine.
I suppose if she was anyone else she would be a big gossip, but actually she is a fantastic secret keeper
Water remembered every conversation, every thought, every prayer
She always knew my worries and needs
And when recognized would become the most brilliant amplifier
She absorbed every change, flowed through every integration
When others didn’t want to be like anyone else
Water was always totally herself, meaning to say
Water wanted to be EVERYONE and EVERYTHING always, and forever
Which is exactly what she is
Everything and nothing
She loves when you gaze within her shimmering eyes to see your own reflection
Because you are her, and she is you
She was born knowing that
It is her mission to share that knowledge, hence all of her worldly travels
From the tiniest blood vessel to the widest sea
She’s been there, all up in it
Sometimes she shares the beauty she has experienced through her snowflakes,
little perfect geometric shapes
Water captures prayers and praises and changes them into the most beautiful little expressions
And if you stare at the sky and attempt to catch them on your tongue
Did you know you are taking inside of yourself; someone elses prayer or affirmation as it falls back to earth.
You are sharing a piece of someone else, which has inherently been recorded and crystallized by Water?
When you bathe in water you are sitting in a collection of thoughts and experiences and eliminations.
And Water is in bliss when you finally see it for yourself
Water tells us that just as she must come, she must go
And as she gathers along her way, she must release
She reminds us that as we take time to eliminate her from our bodies, through exertion and elimination
She says it’s good to consciously get rid of old thoughts that are no longer serving us
And that it is also a process in the cycle to appreciate and honor
At times it may seem Water is stressed out by life
Angered by the sight of pain and dis-ease
And she will come wailing in from the sky hitting eyes of passers by as they run for shelter
In her seeming helter skelter
And people curse her for reigning down
Thinking, something as gentle as water should never create waves
But some days she can’t help herself. She can be a catalytic force to be reckoned with.
It would be ridiculous to think one with such a brilliant memory would remember to be gentle all the time
Think of all the pain and destruction she has seen not at her own hand
Like tears in your eyes sometimes things need to be washed away
To clean house and start over
She has shared so much of herself with us
And we have unconsciously given back so much crap
That at times it seems like she is attacking
But She, just as we, at times need to purge
What most fail to see is the lesson of our own reflection
Our willingness toward emotional pollution
Our blames and lack of solutions
Our anger at our environment and ourselves
Our desire for help
But our unwillingness to change
What if change just means perspective
Water has been teaching us the whole time that our ability to handle all of this is within our control
But we let go of our cooperation some time ago
Slowly there are those hoping to win it back
They see the potential of fluidity in humanity
They understand the plan at the hand of Water
They want her to guide us
Because she cut her own path
And she constantly goes back to Source
She learns and takes with her wherever she goes
She flows freely, changing environmentally, adding to biology
Always giving back
Constant cycles
Her consciousness is ALL of US
We can not exist with out what she has to offer
Her filing cabinet is the planet,
It is the record keeper and proof that she was here and somehow, someway made a difference
Now is our chance to share our appreciation for Water
If everyday we choose to Bless her, she will be more willing to share her secrets with us
The first secret is this, you are never far from Truth and change than when this you do
Say, “Water, Great recorder keeper, Great Transmutator, Blessed Giver of Life
I honor You, I thank you! I love you, for you are the cutter of the path, the source of moisture to the Earth, Vapor of the Rainbows, A silent White morning Evident in our Sky
You flow around me, through me, and back to the Earth
Constantly changing , and yet always staying in some form
Water, I bless you, I honor you
Thank you Great Teacher
I walk in the path of respect for You”
Thank her daily, and her secrets will seep inside of you
One must ask first for her knowledge
It is part of sacred development to learn to ask for it
And then to be willing to receive what She has to offer
She teaches her lessons many ways, and one must not judge it with any sense of duality
Water is not good or bad
She is what she is.
The reflection of the observer
Blessed to have her as a Great Teacher
Always blessed to be her Student
But this too is perspective,
Water has been known to manipulate change in the perspectives of others
The difference is in the conscious realization
Which is when she says to you “let it flow. Just let it go and ride with it.
Take a deep breathe, keep your eyes open and drop off the edge
Get really, really wet
Don’t fight the current, watch out for obstruction
Madge Midgely 