Rise

Sound the call and ring the bells, this is the time, this is your time, a new day, the days foretold and of prophecy. 

Rise! Rise up like these mountains, rise up like the tides of the sea. 

As you cross your lines from dream to reality, be the change, yes, and be the demonstration… That this is what awakened is, that this is what awakened does and this is what awakened sees. 

Honor the cries of our ancestors and of the future generations. 

Be in service to those in need. In moments of questioning or doubt, trust in the work that has been done.

The giving, the releasing the receiving, the being that you are. 

Feel the vision, your heart, your silent decrees of why you are here and what you are and the purpose of you being alive at this time.

Every dream is equal here, every heart beats as one. 

Trust. Trust your prayers and the design of our destiny. 

A wellspring of hope follows in the path you tread. 

Give thanks in each moment and for the gifts yet to come. Be blessed and thrive, now is the time.

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Watcher

For what then does a peaceful soul seek?
Remembrance…
Of soft gentle moments
of what is sacred and sweet,
sensual and delightful.
Only to settle into the knowing
it’s there all the time.
That from this space,
Only Love.
That From this setting,
the altar of the mind,
only stillness and movement.
Kept by a watcher
adept at his skill.
Of forgiving and refining preferences
and the magic of the future.

What the Water Gave Me {Pt. 3} Trust and Choice

Each water droplet holding me, beneath the belly of this boat
holds a meaning I have yet to learn…
I hear booming reminders consuming all thought.
Words I have become accustomed to
when it comes to guidance and the execution
of creation.
Just Trust Us!”
I do trust. I trust I will be protected.
I trust my mission, my purpose
as my heart is pure and fearless.
I will be met effortlessly with a solution
to each instance.
And I must understand that all has been in perfection-
every step I have plodded along this course.
That the pain, the helplessness, the chaos of my past
need not affect How and What I create in this Now.
May I be released from all fears that I am not worth true joy, true happiness
and that I firmly integrate the knowing that my actions in the past do not decrease my
level of life and thriving self in the present,
and only serve me in expansion for the Highest Good.
And I ask for comfort on this journey.
I ask that I remain open to the comfort that infinitely exists.
The Grace                           The Essence
The Protection                 The Communication
The Creativity                  The Rememberance
That Always exists.
And I invoke all beings of Highest Light this night.
To Join me.
All Earth spirits of assistance,
Pan and the devic realms of levity and transportation.
Wizards of magic, alchemists of change.
Plant kingdoms of order, semblance
perfection, knowledge and form
be with me,
wrap mighty roots around me.
Let this water quench your thirst.
I call for my work to extend far beyond…
far beyond the confines of these quarters,
far beyond the shores of this sea.
I choose to confront my fear- to show them all to do the same.
I choose to die- so I may be reborn
to show The Resurrection is Who We Are.
I choose to have a Voice,
so that nations, humanity
this planet remembers their own.
I choose to believe.
I choose to give up everything that I am
to planetary service
To the waking up of Great Gaia and all her kingdoms.
To this great mission we call The Wakeup- to build my life
as we build hers.
To let her be my platform
and myself a platform for her.
I choose to never feel alone,
as the notion is absurd.
I choose to command my I Am to be the only AM in which I exist.
I call forth all my wisdom, knowledge, Love
creation force energy to the forefront.
To activate my cells to reflect the identity of I Am.
I command all thoughts, emotions, and physical symptoms
to be of assistance to my flourishing and further expansion.

I understand that the how and why means nothing to the Knowing.
I understand that things aren’t always as they seem.
I command my sight to REALITY,
to truth, to the fibers of energy
the deciphering of physical visions,.
Waking dreams.
Tracking energy,
to sustain the hold.
And I remember that shadows mean nothing to the light.
And that we are led by lanterns- mighty and bright.
That there is no distance we cannot traverse
no sands of time too far.

What the Water Gave Me {Pt 2} Divine Action

There are ropes that tie this boat to the shore.
Much like my body
tethering spirit to the earth.
And when they fray, when they loosen
it is time to tend.
Tighten them, bind her, this vessel
once more.
But she’s sovereign here.
A place to hold her for the night.
And for her time also draws to a close
at the place which she calls home.
And for a time, she will be unbound
and a new landing found.
And I elate for her in her journey,
know the ocean will hold her.
And may there be no ropes, no anchor
as she finally nests.
Only an expanse of sea
to move freely with the tide.

And the water flowing beneath me,
gently rocking this boat
teaches fluidity
and teaches me balance of within.
My body making subtle adjustments to match her own,
and quickly I learn it is only from within that
the compass may be steadied.
The water teaches me to lift up my own vessel- my identity and essence,
in equanimity, neutrality.
So there is no wobble.
Only steady balance
And fluidity-
pure fluidity of the freedom motion that is Action.
Divine Action in form.

What the Water Gave Me {Pt 1} Stormy Seas

lightning

Maybe the sound of the storm and a tide gently rocking is all you ever need.
At one with the Fury of an electric sky.
And I see what is within, be mirrored-without.
The flash of light
cascading from the heavens,
brother thunder
laughing with me.
A shadow, that I am.
Let death dance around me
and let me fall in
to my own.
My own glorious death of all that once was.
To make room for this:
clarity at twilight,
silence of thought,
congruency of environment,
storm raging above.
The dizzying toss of the boat
reminding me to center.
Reminding me I AM Ground.
To Make Room for the Magic
punctuated by thunder,
the dance of the Gods continues,
reminding me of movement
though I know not, where to.
Catharsis of a driving rain,
endless in its plot.
To release, to cleanse,
to liberate growth.