Every which way power can be discredited or misunderstood…people will discredit it and misunderstand it. And then all psychological and physiological and mental and physical and emotional and perceptual and hormonal processes undergo a major downward shift, in order to accommodate to a reality, a space in which the individual has virtually no power at all.~Jon Rappoport
Jobs prospects are never better. You can work for Jeff Bezos in a dizzying diversity for his prosperity
sort, pack, shop, deliver–now the brick and mortar stores are drenched in toxic cleaning fluid-tainted air. Prolific profits
as we’re enslaved and masked. Sojourners search for sanctuary to divulge secrets of Elites’ 2020 power grab.
My shadows stand bold, demand attention. True work is deep, beyond comprehension. These tasks, sacred, essential, heal my world.
Inspired by: Divulge, Jobs, Prolific, Diversity and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: jour.And the understanding that we have unlimited power to heal the fractal right at our fingertips and this, my dears, is how we save humanity.
“Others around you may be succumbing to their own misperceptions and lack of energizing spirit—but that doesn’t mean you have to. And as an aside, if you decide you want to help those you care about and lift them up, try doing it without logic and imagination and see how far you get.”~Jon Rappoport
It might be a trick of the light, black dog in the trees picking shadows. She’ll freeze before frolic, her hunting genes guiding this game of surprise and wild flight.
I’ve activated angel lobes, the rise of higher human virtues. There’s such pain in facing all these shadows I once tricked and subjugated in my own dark cells
a dungeon of survival’s canny make encouraged by sweet persistent light to open now as the endgame reveals my powers to heal, uplift and create.
As you think so it shall be…. . The entire paradigm shift is so massive that you have to adapt to a completely new reality. Nothing is exactly as it appears to be. Don’t be depressed and let yourself be drawn to fear. You are not incarnated just to survive. You are here to create and enjoy a high quality of life. Live in dignity and be noble.~Solara
Cultivating stillness I drive through old beliefs and wounds which pound my red Jeep. The raindrops resound relentless yielding I arrive
recreating the painful past my new powers projecting to make sense at last I bring my love connecting through the dark and hidden places now unearths, presents to grace.
Exquisite presence looks around reveals strategies to survive which dissipate as love arrives redecorates old battlegrounds.
Divide and conquer narratives weave anger and despair. This pause is the curative. I breathe slow into air which touches every being, gives space where hearts can truly care.
Llego en este momento y milagros son todo que lo siento.
Today’s prompts invite me to realize that the impending dead stop can never jeopardize my buoyant spirit. Fear creeps past, another artifact crumbling in my gratitude now. The OctPoWriMo Day 23 prompt is Gratitude (Hope, Dream, Anticipation, Thankful) in the new-to-me form La’libertas, and a surprise poppy and her tiny friend who braved the cold to present a love letter which I pass on to you.
Translation: I arrive in this moment and all I feel are miracles.
Each face swimming into my hereness calls and texts or in the shunned connections blessings in this misty morning nearness the grey thick air devours reflections of vivid vistas. Yesterday’s clearness disappears. Here a cold wet inspection alleviates misperceptions, makes light of falsely perceived rejection haze-bright.
The fractal I create illuminates all of my lessons soaking in presence. When we touch I embrace, elucidate the wounded patterns in my face. Essence of evolution, intuitive gates open the paradigm’s obsolescence. Hear my growl deep in the woods. Rain-fog gifts are love, a sending as the timelines shift.
All of the readers I consult believe a twin flame true love soul mate will relieve
what’s ailing me. I still and look beneath romantic stories that I used to breathe
a young girl waiting in a tower above the cruel world inside. They called it love
with promises sublime I was entrained to quell my power by the weight of chains.
Recovery depends on the extent I stand my ground, consent to my ascent.
You have returned, you beg a hearing though you shunned my overtures, you say you’ve grown
and two hearts exponentially expand the sensibilities in this new land.
Duality illusion games are through. The path inviting opens hearts when true.
Alone I meditate and heal myself. Come as you are. I’m here. Just be yourself.
Inspired by: Recovery, Extent, Promises, Sublime and the OctPoWriMo Day 18 prompt, how to relax and process feelings (Rejuvenate, Reboot, Breathe, Meditation, Process, Healing) in a form of my choosing, which today are rhyming iambic pentameter couplets.
when we met in musical fall romance my narrow view meant rescue and true love until my body broke now our distance
off balance I trudge into wakefulness hit hard and hurting from the jab my guts insist I still. Yet I run playfulness
as rain erases traces, makes a mess of the precise placement offered. True love’s invite into the dawn precise largesse
the bunnies, hawks and I receive, profess to understand. The mostly green above a moving mystery, tantalized, blessed
red brilliance falling each leaf pure romance. From high a fool leaps—perhaps gently shoved? —the precipice, won’t I? Openheart dance
a bluejay squawks and just in time, this yes slo mo surrender dive glides past each up- draft and I’m rapt, furious gratefulness
curious codes. Belly laughs sustain us love calls all the mirages past burn up when we met in musical fall romance until my body broke now our distance
Inspired by: Laugh, Trudge, Jab and Moving. I started a villanelle but this morning I’m a kid who just can’t color in the lines. I’m turning the page over and painting the walls and ceilings of my consciousness. You know, that kind of day?
Featured image is a kaleidoscope filter on this love letter the sky left me.
The love letters you compose in the dark greet me after dawn retreats rosily
blushing at the sheer passion you exude this scarlet flaming promise every hue
love flaunts sensual blessings in the wild echoes of the way you reach me wordless
for now rising from the deep while beaming hotly from skies sacred vows emerging
thankful as each gift removes a block I’d forgotten in my years of hermitage
how love calls when you least expect, demands a choice. Do you love me? Yes or no.
Written for #OctPoWriMo Day 4 prompts fearless, falling, breathe in a blitz poem or a Grá Reformata. (although a different form chose me in a rush, falling fearlessly onto my page this morning like the featured image of the love letter I received at dawn.)