“…somehow the homeopathic medicine contains an energy signature that causes a deep change in the body. As if information were being transmitted.”~Jon Rappoport
In the expanding now it is possible to receive-absorb the transmission, delicate and precise, offered in deep awareness.~Victoria Stuart
I’m downloading a healing stream, intense
deliberate wash. Toxins awakened like pouting children from a nap dispense antipathy—don’t touch. I’ve mistaken
reality (quixotic magical
powers) for past creations (artifacts and trophies gathering dust). Actual transmission, living energy, is fact
hidden in plain sight. I ground and center
unperturbed by the distortions in my field. A hawk soars hovering uncensored messages received. Torsions realign.
Inspired by: Unperturbed, Antipathy, Quixotic and Trophy.
Featured image: Polygonum hydropower persicaria, Lady’s Thumb, Smartweed or Arsesmart offering healing energies–free and abundant–along the garden walk this morning.
Let it play out, witnessing without judgment, calling forth the highest interests of all concerned. Divine Will over personal perception. Unwavering, untouchable, unconditional presence.~Sandra Walter
Is it sedition to wave vehement
signal flags to head-phoned screen-caught vassals? The sinkhole of contracted agreement rightclick free technological hassles
direct download to betrapped dreamers. How
I’d love to stay and preach vitality: wake up, unfold into expanding now. I still and call divine neutrality.
Loved ones disappear down the rabbithole.
Or so it seems. My lesson magnifies perilous misbeliefs. The immense whole unseen and nothing’s as it seems. The cries
aswirl as planet shifts. I hear, rejoice
the change. Climbing the tallest ladder, place precise stars, I create my sky. My choice: a conscious breath and my own fractals face.
Dreamer, Hole, Vehement, Wave and Sedition.
I lionize the last buds of autumn
like them, I’m bursting to unfold in now expansive, flowing in the skyclock hums beyond extraneous constructs—kapow—
revealed time shrivels, rooted in the lies
and energy, coerced, we gave. No more. I aggravate the status quo, surprise the world, create exquisite bloom rapport.
Aggravate, Bud, Extraneous and Lionize.
Ah, don’t turn away
this garrulous sky and I cacophony honking gaggle of geese startled by swallows moving in and out of waves of sound or thoughts winging diaphonous. As leaves listen greenly delicate clouds blush. The veils dissolve outside in thresholds I bring the light. My secret messages cannot be read– perhaps eaten or smoked like magic or a cosmic joke. Who seeks my energy, so fine and fierce alas to no avail? My sacred vessel has no door opening the way unfettered out of your range, here I am unreachable uncaged.
Catrin Welz-Stein’s marvelous piece Summer-Dreaming. Check out the gallery of amazing artwork for some great inspiration.
Mighty, I proffer star power that falls
inexorable as this equinox. Deviate from what is real, I feel walls disintegrate. Magic beyond the clocks
of false constructs is humming, wild and free.
Imagining I burst past the controls imposed by mindless habits. I release the matrix hold with ease. These gaping holes
—apparent now to all—can’t cage a soul.
Exposed, the narrative composed of lies. I dance, create and new portals unfold. With boundless energy, I tantalize.
Deviate and Proffer and the many opportunities present in the Fall Equinox today.
Brilliant light reveals our rusty cages.
We pause, aghast, exhausted dark fumbles for a key. Persnickety. The sages foretold our slavery. Our rage rumbles
as the current lies sweep us, a great flux
we fight. Chained junkyard dogs, one measly bone. Driven inside, isolated. The crux is power. As we step into our own,
the cruel elites’ imaginary
holds collapse. Helpless and bespelled, did we pay for our own misery? Energy reclaimed, create a new cosmology.
Inspired by: Persnickety, Flux, Exhausted and Cage.
From the top of the stairs, look for the cats
below the round marble-topped table, sleek
haughty, dismissing us for lead-paned glass
and the sun’s slanted golden reach you seek
in fabulous dreams of different worlds
time elongates and we drowse-imagine
relaxed and filled with satisfaction, whirled
into a love connection we begin
on such a slow August afternoon like
a portent of fall–choose now and choose love!
Imagine, create, through all boundaries
flow. Slipping through time, gain the stars above.
That’s version one, written quickly. On dversepoets today, we are asked to take our poem through the Bök Checklist and question each noun, verb, adverb and adjective, looking for the uncanny. You can head over to the prompt and try it!
After the revising, the title changed as well as other surprises…here’s version 2. We Fall Slow
From the top of the stairs, consider cats
below the marble-topped round table, sleek
disdain for us peering through lead-paned glass
and the sun’s slanted golden reach you seek
in fabulous realms and alternate times.
Relaxed and filled with satisfaction, we
drowse-imagine, this dog and I sublime
rainbow-splattered tiles and carved Siamese.
Into this love connection we fall, slow
late August afternoon til September
rushes in. Through faux boundaries we flow
choosing precisely now we remember.
In the morning, tears flood the gates, spill slow
fat trickles I dash away. All is not right in the world. I host all I still know in the only sanctuary I’ve got.
Overnight it seems things change. Tolerance
for my constant singing—oh, the lyrics that emerge unbidden, awesome breakdance of joy—vanishes. Annoyed, my critics.
We long to be loved, adopt a pious
role—just look how good we are, surely we deserve a drop of manna! Fly us to a heavenly place, bristle purely
righteous. Despite obnoxious masterminding
blinding art’s true powers, create space when grief arises. The gift is finding lonely places just where we lost our way.
Inspired by: Pious, Obnoxious, Awesome and Bristle and this photo which became the feature image collage with four different filters.
A dragon wriggles from the squiggles
red-eyelashed coquetry sailing blue seas in a yellow sky, giggles and jiggles, a jaunt crossing right through
and wonderful to urge: paint more soon! Not to bully, just expand the size of reality—outside lampoons
elites have honeyfuggled so sweet
distractions praising someone else’s created world—gasp—necktie tight. Meet me in space, though they call it selfish
and disparage our superpowers.
We throw off the leash and find that we rise majestic moving paint. Hours wild and free defeat powers that be.
Inspired by: Jaunt, Honeyfuggle, Lampoon and Bully. And painting squiggles with my grandson.
Imagination is the often-forgotten force in the core of the human being. Our problems, at the core, exist only because we have “misplaced an infinity.”~Jon Rappoport*
Sharp September early wrapped in fleece
I remember waiting for the sun. At peace, eclectic ways to feel into
electric body riveting, pivoting
now, well met, fast-moving clouds! My travail allows inspection of the golden-gleamed horizon. Sipping coffee slow and warm my morning bluejays warn poignant and pointed. Even serenity is a star poking into absurd totalitarian measures. I don’t partake. That brand of Koolaid just tastes fake. I see the stain all around your panicked eyes, gone: smiles or frowns.
Succumb and lose identity, masked
and frail, breath denied. Sometimes it seems a dream. I thought there were many more alive, but I see drones apologetic and rueful, cowed, reading posted rules. Now what’s allowed? I remember waiting for the light in months like these. Now I simply bring myself, sovereign alive sparking love and curiosity. There’s no masked stranger staring in my mirror. Look at me model how common sense walks the world. Freely breathe. I don’t always have to rhyme. Sun now appears and I step out of time.
Inspired by: Serenity, Riveting, Eclectic, Travail and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt Sharp and Exit From The Matrix*, a life-changing imagination course by Jon Rappoport that I highly, highly recommend.