Jack True believed the
was.”~Jon Rappoport, The Matrix Revealed
“Charged with the transmutation…of all things….sing with abandon and without any insistence on being understood.” Rainer Maria Rilke
Bluebirds settle in the nest vacated;
the hatched chickadees have relocated
far from diving red-winged blackbirds’ heist of
the very air. Blue vibrant life-mated
filling the space carved by sheer bravery
unfolding. How to expose slavery
illuminated with love’s precision?
The sly block of mind-controlled behavior
so subtly placed beyond propaganda
layers and layers of lies, unseen brand
designed to enslave me. I leave you now
to your fate. Beliefs may strand or expand.
The noggin exposed to your heart will lead
you, darling. Here’s my blessing: do succeed!
I’m reaching through the ether electric
pure intentional creation proceeds
lit by my claimed sovereignty. Namaste
my love! Calm waters reflect clear today
yet every ripple demands: look deeper
at what we label real and where we stay.
Your power is in divine neutrality. Be calm, meditate. Focus on the light. Ignore the puppet show. Worry energizes the lower agendas. Words are power. What you speak Creates. Be aligned and examine the words. Express the higher light. Hold the balance so we can unfold with ease and grace. If you want to get on board, jump on now. Redesign.” ~Sandra Walter.
A robin bold and busy arrives. A green heron
flies in and melts into the shore while
the house sparrow scolds in a tuneless repetition.
The morning is quiet when it leaves
oh, there are other sounds. The red-winged blackbirds
abrupt-trill dive, their forsythia nest hidden deep.
The swallow watches, filling up the birdbox hole.
The Carolina chickadee tiny and unobtrusive slips
imperceptible in the periphery
of my attention. In my brief glance
a goldfinch and an oriole pause
to acknowledge my presence.
In the background rumble the deep
indistinct voices I called difficulties
before I learned to place them with sacred
love on the high altar, over and over.
I cannot solve this from the mind
that created these difficulties. And yes,
I claim them: Mine! Spun of cotton candy,
energized by my worry, I leave them
in the open air, the light, the rain
to their fate. Bless courage and faith
and when I lift my pen and gaze
a hummingbird arrives to drink and fill
outside of time in the simultaneous now
that every word disturbs though my intent
remains to enter the next level of my awakening
which is to say, our own birthing in now.
Inspired by a meditative morning and the wild expansion the entire planet is experiencing right now.
Blessings and aloha. Be safe.
By making a firm commitment to being ruthlessly honest with yourself and exploring your own inner dimensions via meditation, self-enquiry, contemplation, etc, you are opening up the possibility of the birth of a true revolutionary.~Caitlin Johnstone
Today I grapple with grief
and binoculars, weighty beliefs
and a light touch on the iron
in the fire, my desire for a new leaf.
My messengers tease me into flow
fierce males protect the nesting, show
their prowess, diving fearless, impelled
by right action, never bespelled, they know
on such a day I emerged from the womb
after forty weeks of listening, classroom
of epigenetic trauma I choose to integrate
called here in this perceived moment of doom.
Under chemtrailed skies, domesticated
opinions entrained dissonance dated
in a fearful past at last I unplug
from this drug my dearest loves sedated
At the feeder, still in orioles’ sight
bright bursts of nature’s song in me alight
creating always under leaden skies
never extinguish what is real, the light.