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.
“As we enter September, another reality-shifting month in this transformative year, please stay focused on highest outcomes. Apply creative solutions to everything which presents on your path.”~Sandra Walter
“Imagination goes anywhere you want it to, and in the process, you discover ideas and realms and dimensions and power that would otherwise have remained invisible to the end of time. This is the natural state of affairs. Everything else is programming.”~Jon Rappoport
A sudden glitch in the matrix reveals my superpowers. As I demonstrate creative realms, inventing on the heels of your chance speech, stupendous revelations
sparkle our plates. More than a hundred –these days, who’s counting? You’re imaginating as well and more: as true contagion spreads yesterday’s ideas of dread clear. Being
expansive as wizards, our creations bump, jostle and collide. Pop some bubbles joy cascades. Create now in amazement. Limitless freedom dissipates troubles.
And greetings from the west in a song that I really loved to sing along with Dan Fogelberg, whose birthday was 13 August. At the end of the song, he takes off his guitar in joyous exhaustion, the crowd roars appreciation, and we all let it shine.
And so much gratitude to incredible friends whose kindness ameliorates my homelessness.