Every word matters
like the wave sound makes
a stone sinking deep
while all around the waters ripple
spread and what we see makes
no sense discovered dissected or named
In the periphery, I hone my now-ness
unweaving all the tight constricted places
even as the narrative spinners’ temerity
steps up to ludicrous
plot lines with production skimpy and flimsy
digging up ads from early days of converting
true believers in the paradigm
each thirty-second spot containing
some essential lie required for the spoon-feeding:
this is reality
you must be satisfied with less
do not trust your neighbor
an invisible enemy is coming for you
be very afraid
compliance earns you safety
stay at home
WAR IS PEACE
Floundering in the morass of lies
each proclaimed evidence-free
we’re looking for soundbites and tweets
I sip hot coffee cooled by coconut
milk and collagen, say my balanced
healing requires proper nutrition
turn off the stream
I release what I’m tempted to cling to.
It’s all up to me.
Standing in truth, I summon sun
through darkness we emerge
in brand new pathways
Soundcloud recording here.
Inspired by: Proclaim, Temerity, Steps and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: the last thing you put in your fridge (coconut milk).
The shadow self is a million suns of energy kept in check. and the controllers of this civilization want it kept that way.~Jon Rappoport
Underneath the shameless treacle clogging
truth, this manipulation cynical
cruel, sticky illusions are fogging
my view. I’m collared in unethical
great historical lies, television-
fed, chained in a tract insubstantial dread
and dissonance. Distrust inner vision
seek outward, obey a master instead
of creating with superpowers. Deep
inside of each imagination spring
unlimited realities. I leap
opening to flow, unfold mighty wings.
Inspired by: Illusion, Television, Tract and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: collar. Once again, the stream of consciousness prompt is testing me. So many different metaphors, such a need for editing, but that’s not how this prompt rolls.
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.
“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.
Inspired by: Stupendous, Glitch, Speech, Demonstrate and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt more than a hundred.
In the morning I pause to greet a dog
a supporting character effusive
love and joy wriggling. I’m all agog.
She’s figured out what I find elusive
since my brush with death turned my life around.
How to be here now where true love abounds
and the only price is energy, pure
intentional being centered and sure.
Inspired by: Supporting, Pause, Character, Elusive and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt Brush.
Happy Day of Universal Peace and Galactic Freedom
This is a beautiful place, magical
bird messengers cajole the breeze. Solar
gifts are streaming down, sun gazing eyeful
I’m beside myself moving in pure flow
when I uncouple now from time’s driving
check in with my future self, this discrete
being an illusion, all that striving
just a game. Breathe in and out. Now repeat.
Inspired by: Magical, Cajole, Discrete, Driving and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: check/cheque/Czech.
Keep it simple, deal with the Now. This Global reset is training us to trust the Presence within, and New Earth dynamics of consistent alignment with highest interests of all concerned.~Sandra Walter
How can I serve? Other than offering
mouthwatering cake in an ambience
designed to obliterate posturing.
Sit down, relax, at peace with common sense.
I can’t eat gluten. Sugar is my foe.
So what I’ll bake with patience, and dish up:
harmonic codes designed to feed the flow
of love, ringing. Just breathe right now. Link up.
Inspired by: Cake, Mouthwatering, Obliterate, Ambience and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt Link.
Written to hold space for the collective shadow work the human race is currently undergoing.
There’s a symphony that I hear in your heart, sets my head a’reeling.~Pete Townshend
Balanced here now she’s tuned right in on you
and I am entranced. I wish to sing my
own dance in the angel’s grace she’s imbued
with. If she doesn’t have wings, no doubt she sighs
over feathers birds drop at her feet. Strength
and clarity. She’s sure in her being,
pausing–as I assume he says, Don’t blink.
That’s good. She stills. He captures harmony.
Inspired by: Wish, Feathers, Assume and Balance. Featured image is a faded photograph of my best friend’s ancestress. When I saw it this morning, I heard The Who singing Getting In Tune, in response to the Stream of Consciousness Saturday’s prompt to look at a photograph, seize the first tune that pops into your consciousness, and write about that.
So much excitement beyond eyes’ delight
with my penchant for lovely surprises
I’ve been walking my talk, toss my hat in
the ring. It’s July. I’m alive. I sing
with discretion in June when so many
were sure and armed with factoids aplenty
beliefs cemented, hearts asleep, rescue
imminent, just obey the daily rules.
We’ve already taken our faith to leap
landing lightly and grounded in love, deep
in heartspace where we hold crystal vision
with laughter and joy’s sacred precision
Fear not! For the world changes fast. Don’t run!
Step gently past apparent ruin. Now
holds presents unimagined so bow
wide-eyed innocence guided by the sun.
Inspired by Excitement, Eyes, Penchant, Discretion and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt Toss. And the river rocks I’m fascinated with, today with a heat map effect, and then the swirl effect on top of that. Stay well in love and remember: judge not, as nothing is as it seems.
I got no zz’s last night
struggling with breath.
I blamed it on the sizzling sun
at the near-solstice, my soles
and palms radiating ungrounded heat
yet when I woke, I stood
in dizzying smoke oozing
from open windows. This city life
is a puzzle, fresh air fizzles
in a blink. So here I am pensive
at five a.m., quizzical and cloistered
in manufactured coolness.
Dazzled by the earth in her galactic
My new bamboozled and bumfuzzled
neighbors unmuzzled in their fuzzy
factoids inflict their nonsense scolding
like Nazis. They’ve forgotten history.
I keep aiming for the highest trajectory.
Fascists keep struggling to suppress
the dizzying truth: we’re all
intertwined–as every single fire
we light illuminates simply.
Ah, hear that single voice?
Greeting the invisible inevitable dawn.
Let me emulate this song sparrow
let go of all that jazz and sing
one sweet confident trill
to praise what the sky promises.
Join me. The light will show the way.
Inspired by: Cloistered, Pensive, Inflict and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt to write a post with words containing zz.