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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Los Angeles, Iraq: I Write Until I Come To My Senses

Another day passes, more veils thin, 
I can see the doors between our worlds crack open.
While wiping the sand from my eyes I meet a soldier, 
just home from Iraq, walking on the beach.
Parts of his body were blown off and left somewhere over there.
It is his heart, that he mourns most, it shattered -
it is lying open, lost, everywhere over there.

He describes -
what he can now feel, 
and what he now can see.

We talk -
about changes we are energetically experiencing ...
some created by previous generations,
some we presently craft and are emotionally afflicting forward
for the next several generations to bare witness to, and overcome.

He asks -
“ Why have we declared war on our children.”
He says -
“War is not like a movie, war is slow and deliberate -
when you bomb a city, you bomb the citizens.”

I wipe the salt from my eyes, smile 
and encourage him to find the lost heart of his voice –
to speak his truth to neutralize his memory, 
free his thought transference, imagination, intuition.

He says -
“War is not a game, war is not like a television show,
when you bomb a neighbourhood, you bomb the neighbours.”

The family population is not hiding safely –
only to appear outside after the fighting, smiling and waving –
while in the street the good guys, guns smoking, 
stand over the bad guys’ fallen bodies.

The families are the populations 
who are being fought with bullets and bombs.
To save their neighbourhoods 
they fight back with sticks, stones and bottles.
The bodies being stood over 
are the florists, farmers, butchers, bakers and bankers.
These bodies are the bodies of teachers not teaching 
and police not policing.
They are the bodies of street cleaners who are not cleaning 
and doctors who are not doctoring.
Piled bodies of construction workers not repairable, 
and the fire brigade who is now extinguished.

War is not a television commercial 
where between advertisements children cry out for food -
and the mothers who have not died, 
mother by searching the rubble in the streets 
for their children’s daily nutritional requirements -
and the fathers who have not died, 
father by finding in the litter of bombshells 
a few nutshells and eggshells crazed and broken.

War is a media event 
where between moments of life and death, 
people take a bathroom break.

Another week passes, 
the door between the living and the dead cracks a bit more open.
I dream of the soldier’s story, 
of street cleaners cleaning the blood off of the streets.
I dream of nurses hunting through boxes of hands, and feet 
in search of missing joints.
I dream of bags of children’s fingers, 
missing in action, lying in the dirt, planted
thick like a bush they root into the earth 
and grow into branches of limbs reaching for heaven.

The elements of human nature lie naked, 
as undressed truths exposed under the sun for all to see,
scratched on the back of a soldier’s postcard mailed home 
that reads -
“I wish you were here.”

Months pass. 
Doors open. 
I wipe the water from my eyes.

A friend describes the last moments of her mother dying –
“We only feel the absence, we have yet to feel the void.”

A stranger whispers – 
“I am looking for someone to love me more than I love myself.”

The communication between my heart and soul furthers.
I cry, to clear the deep recesses of my physical core 
and integrate my spiritual sense of the world.
I write, a love letter to our world, and address it to everyone. 
I write, until I come to my senses.
I write, until my love expands, 
and then I put the letter in a bottle, and toss it out to see. 

~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
Sometime after 1927, Robert Edward Valett wrote;
"The human heart feels things the eyes cannot see,
and knows what the mind cannot understand."


"Fearless Friend" (unguarded)
From the series "Child's View of the World"





Saturday, May 5, 2012

Eclipses: Global Shifts Through Local Individual Self-Directed Transformation

Eclipse energy is very powerful, what was not visible,
arrives as an insight 
and becomes seen.

Those who have spent their life in the dark, 

with an occasional hint of their own light, 
will experience expanded Self-illumination.
Dark contains all colours of light, 
and light contains all colours of dark. 
The dark is not less than light, 
and light is not more than dark.
Each and every colour has a sliding scale of it's Self,
natural light to dark gradient radiant hues -
life is not a sliding grey scale but a colourful event.

Light and colour are 
the sound of life,
the essence of life evolving sensually.
What makes sense to one individual,
might not make sense to another individual's senses.
What one individual senses as a concept of what is real, 
might be another individual's sense of what unreal.
The realms of reality and unreality are the same events,
experienced differently to each unique individual.
Reality, unreality, light and dark are the essence of presence sensed. 
Presence is essence sensed, and perceived -
Self is a presence with essence sensed and perceived.

Transformation is 
a natural state of change, 
which creates more specific distinction.
Self-distinction is the Self-individualized as differences.
One person's perception of perfection is different,
from another person's unique perception of 
which "state of being" they consider perfect.
Consider there is no perfect state,
just different and unique states of being.

Eclipses, will power fully, eclipse your life. 

With all their power, eclipses change energies, 
and so by their true nature alter all beliefs 
an individual might hold dear and true -
truth expands and so alters 
the sacred personal codes an individual lives by.

Living life to it's fullest 

state of perfection is a human concept, 
and concepts by nature alter, 
ideals are not fixed forever as one state of being. 
Things change, 
not to become more perfect, 
but to become more truth,
more of a true reflection 
of the truth of the nature of more creation. 

Things change because creation simply creates more.
Creation creates more of it's Self - 
Self creates more truth of it's Self. 
The truth of nature is to give more, 
and receive more of and from Self. 
Eclipses bring us closer to Self, 
Self creating, Self giving 
and Self receiving the creation of more Self. 
After all is said and done 
there is simply more Self being created.

Lunar eclipses balance out the active force of the Sun, 
surging outward to create a counter balance, 
in pulling what is outward inward, 
and what is inward outward. 
The tidal dance of what is unconscious becoming conscious, 
and what is conscious expanding to occupy more Space.

The inner world allowing the knowing of Self, 

the external worlds allowing the knowledge of Self.
Experience is becoming more fully Self-realized, 
Self-aware being a force of expanding potential and possibility.
An individual can fight their own growth, 
an individual can be the growth growing -
an individual can be anything an individual's heart desires.
An individual is always more
more power, more full, 
more full of their current growing -
an individual is always more than their current power growing.

Within your own life be Self-leading,
Self-leadership is intention, desire and action,
allowing and permitting more full leader of Self in life.
Self-leadership is making peace,
making peace within your Self,
making peace with your Self -
and when peace is made within 
understanding is unveiled, revealed and released -
a state of relaxed Self-awareness and Self-understanding is laxed.

Witness other individuals creating life.
Imagine being the creator of your individual life's journey.
Self-leadership reflects Self outward,
as you create more Self, you experience more for your Self.

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