My mission today is to have fun, play
so this pedantic stance must go away. All these children are masked, seeking solace in screens, queued vacuous fueling lawless
mandates. How freely do we give assent.
Masks restrict breath’s unlimited blessings. I walk into a strange new world where fear has conquered reason. Locked in cages, queer
story called stay home safe sucks energy.
Lionize automatons, sensory overload. The narrative has changed but not reality. Who cannot see what
masquerades as truth casts long shadows, dark
and dreary dwelling in the toxins stark? I can only save myself, focus on breath. This nonsense holds no sway. Free upon
the earth, I visit ancient trees. Grounded
and rooted in my sovereignty, rounded, in balance, here I sing. Now love’s the key, opens into higher trajectory.
Pedantic, Lionize, Long Shadows and Queue.
“I never see what has been done; I only see what remains to be done.”~Buddha
Instead of plotting some comeuppance for
a troublemaker, I sit, present, breathe morning prayers sending sustenance. Doors open in closed hearts when blessings flow. Leave
the beings who finagle in dismay
and fear confusion. The world’s air with pure intention, I share. Merit as I pray and face the mirror, clean my fractal, sure.
Inspired by: Trouble, Comeuppance and Finagle.
In this topsy turvy mandate for ill
health, woe to the weavers of ludicrous lies, the series: ridicule, mute and still those with eyes who dare to stand, numerous.
How humorous to say bodies have changed.
This bold campaign to seize our sovereign power by any means extends thick and deranged and since we’re fed on it from birth, its sour
taste seems normal. We’re too small to shake yokes
of enslavement, too busy to think each unique voice has the choice to decry, hoax! I apply heuristic devices, reach
the bone-deep knowledge tested in new ways
that who we are emerges in the now. My limitless imagination slays apparent obstacles. Freedom avow.
Series, Woe, Health and Heuristic.
I’m picking up pulses, reality
exquisitely eager vibrations, poised for reception. Old tale convulses, frees perception. The false narratives employ
elaborate operations that gnaw
in dissonance, speeding up time until the stress might kill those trapped in evil’s maw. Projecting resonance, redefine real.
In this hour, homeless and destitute,
I have released. Free and astute I stand in power. My authentic voice sings praise for this breath. In the now, rejoice.
Operation, Gnaw, Eager and Picking. And Tom Kenyon’s amazing new offering The Window of Harmony for relief from the negative effects of stress.
This morning my path strewn with obstacles
appears the opposite of what I’ve prayed so fervently I expect miracles summoning guides and angels to play.
All childish narratives must be revealed
and stories about what’s in front of me– the dark and dirty secrets I’ve concealed I bring to light with heavenly help. See
I’m moving limitless beyond, above
some sky you might conceive to cage me. Love has no limits. Warnings betray the bones of fear’s construction. With this key alone
the lunatic fringe unveils the tarnish
of the ravishing, utterly false ploy offering. Elucidation: varnish thin and cracking under the weight of joy.
Expand my DNA as I receive
what I project so mindfully. Rejoice! My courage leads me into now. Perceive I move mountains with my authentic voice.
Inspired by a kind and loving response from the amazing Dan Booth Cohen, and these prompts: ravishing, warning, fringe, betray and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt sky’s the limit. (Only the first three stanzas qualify for the SOCS prompt, the last two had FIVE edits, since once I read it over, I realized I had misread my hurried scrawl and had missing lines and rhymes. I’m linking anyway, because it’s such an amazing and fun prompt and I really want to spread the word.)
Too many crows to count gilding black wings
in this glorious rising. I am stunned cold fingers fumbling. Aperture brings focused acclaim. Here is a brand new sun.
In this golden celebration I glean
deep secrets long misplaced. I am Empress legendary, sovereign. In my clean vessel I host trillions. We bring the best
and highest benefaction, living praise.
Balance, ground and center all distortions. Freedom sets us in truth’s bet. Call and raise breath, holy intentional devotions.
Inspired by: Bet, Glean, Misplaced and Legendary.
My time on WordPress is coming to an end. Thank you so much for reading, liking and commenting on my journey these last three years. I send you blessings in our connection that reaches far beyond the machines’ thrall.
Each movement towards personal wholeness acts also upon the whole of reality.~Francene Hart.
I list today’s action steps. The onus
is on me. Tackle waiting obstacles –incessant noisy greed, season’s bonus— as a summons of excellence tickles
my fancy. Climbing up, the canopy
reveals higher perspectives. Here I pray a traveller’s protected panoply of fearless steps. My truth renewed, I play.
Healing waters cascade on my parade.
Unlimited potential now awaits. Descending back into the muck, eyes wide I open heart and mind, leave comfort’s side.
Tackle, Incessant, Onus, Canopy, Waiting and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: List.
“Doctors are men who prescribe medicines of which they know little, to cure diseases of which they know less, in human beings of whom they know nothing.”~Voltaire
I take the higher ground. A crow’s five caws
float through the open window I’ve searched for. Rest is a sacred duty. Divine laws like gravity have closed familiar doors.
How we steep ourselves in toxins, blaming
invisible stories as we cough, sneeze our breathways clear. Some ill intent framing comprehension. Fear rampant on the breeze
we slam it shut and shudder with disease
invented to control us. At the store the self-appointed practitioners call, Freeze! I cannot safely wear a mask. My core
certainty of how my body works moves
me and my microbiome–trillions steer seamlessly, updating, downloading grooves of dancing life. We open to breathe clear.
Inspired by the highly recommended book, (Turns out infectious disease is an evidence-free myth.) What Really Makes You Ill? Why Everything You Thought You Knew About Disease Is Wrong by David Parker and Dawn Lester. The book is massive, well-sourced and illuminating. TLDR? The four factors which cause disease are exposure to toxins, poor nutrition, exposure to EMF, and excessive/prolonged stress.
Jade and amethyst and breath steer me through
this confusion. Wearing gemstone allies as the muddy tracks pull and suck and skew my perceptions. This road narrows, surprise
turning and the refuge that excited
disappears in this new conflagration. What rises to be embraced, once slighted and shunned, revealed: the key to creation.
Ally, Refuge, Excited and Jade.
As the sun flare knocks me out, I’m changing
in ways language can’t track. “I take a nap.” In the dark, pugnacious, I’m exchanging fighting words with my reflections. Unwrap
the filters, the false narratives which shred
upon inspection. Witness, at peace, clues, insights: natural power strips dead ways. Each slave collar revealed. In the true
expansion of now, I lift my controls
self-imposed despite the stories spoonfed from birth. A tourist in a strange new land I embrace the sun. Illusions, moon-led
no longer. I am the song’s harmony.
I bring unstinting praise. Blessings, dear world. Rippling like light, I touch wordlessly the change, allowing as my dark unfurls.
Pugnacious, Peace, Natural and Tourist.