THE GREAT AWAKENING: Alternative News, Health and other interesting readings for those who want to wake up. If you want to change the world, be the Change. "I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination". Jimmy Dean
I made some decisions that left a hold of me. really had me going crazy, scared to make another wrong choice, from that voice inside I let someone else make all my choices for me it didn’t even bore me, I had so much company. But, with the decisions they made on my behalf I watched as, the little given to me turned into a ¼ of a ½. This has been going on for so long even I became cool with that. I called it “not complaining”. But it was really settling for less, or even less than that. Somedays, the only thing I knew for sure I had, was my next breath. Now I just want what I could have had back. I want who I was before I was scared to be wrong. Before I became so heart-lite and headstrong Before your decisions veiled my divinity, my sovereignty, and then I acted accordingly. Or was it the other way around? Before I bought any of your stories and turned them into personalities, or the definition of me. All heaven- less, and hell – bound. This is coming to an end; the ego relationship has run aground.
Evil-go To hell and back, Where it knows only, lovelessness, guilt separation lack, and attack. Like this or like that. But nothing else, the ego hates truth but find solace in facts. The ego uses the past to find solutions it created itself, never will it ask for help. It knows everything, yet totally blind. When help comes the ego rejects it, if it’s not of it’s kind. Like truth tellers are never welcome on a give-away line. What is this Ego? How did it come to be? When we turned our backs on the Holy spirit. We created something else to believe. And it’s unholy. But with infinite grace and love that transcends both space and time. The Holy Spirit helps us get back in line. Using all we have created through separation and lack. We learn from it, and get our true sight back. Holy Spirit brings healing so we can stand upright again. And we gift this to all who have turned away so that they too will see light again and then…we all win. See everything with a spiritual lens instead of our physical eyes. The defunct chariot with half a horse and half a horsemen to which the ego rides.
Some voices spoke of vengeance, fear and death Some voices spoke of love and togetherness, Folly and misunderstanding saw contradiction, Ignorance sees only fiction The energy, motivations and diction are different. It’s not from the same beings. One was still mascerading, as the Supreme. Filled the world with his underlings. The Bible when seen in this way is the ultimate display of what it will take to win the day. Knowing the whole story Leads to the crown of glory. Both aspects with equal representation. No need for separation. All of it held in creation. Whole. This is why we call it Holy. Wholly not partially. This Bible is love. Because only love is capable of looking at adversity and blessing it mightily. Learning from it. Making peace with it and then blessing it so that, that which is said to be adversarial looks at the other side, without wanting to hide for the first time and sees it’s own misinterpreted thoughts and choose love again. From piece to peace we learn to release. We learn through all of it, to discern, discern, discern.
At someone else’s behest I confess My life is filled with regret I feel compresses Can not express, why I am so upset Without expression, I feel oppressed Oppressed and transgressed I want my best Where is the rest Heavy burdens upon my breast Molest I guess at the inquest I leave all that is picturesque Self-love I learned to ingest Then I know my greatness, forgive my lateness Behold greatness.
The ripple is not a pickle But that which contains a clue to the truest truth of you A drop from above, a disturbance of any kind Bare gifts to our remembrances from beyond mind Beyond space and time. Like the doll, within a doll within a doll Harken to the truth of it The you’s of you Multiple dimensions playing on the surface of life When your ripple touches mine, we are together on the bed of endless time
Open, never close A pathway made clear by love you see it with a shift in perspective A Willingness of recognition Unlocks hidden doors Behold… A you that has always been Unseen, unknown, untouched by the harshness of life Your innocence Covered up with appearances and forgetfulness Re-acquaintance is forever now… moving pond like; disturbances veil the truth Perception of the disturbance is not the truth Stillness is you.
Love wins Hate ends Love is the orchestration of a great Symphony Hate is but the baton Not the orchestration It’s waves are but the ebb or flow focused on one side What can be constructed in that way Love comes with the other side And behold the Symphony begins Always with a standing ovation We knew not how long we’ve been sitting down Until love came it Yes the banging of our hands together in applause hurts, burns and even sting but we sit down no more
A single drop of rain, knows your name.
A blade of grass can distinguish your laugh.
Every tree has heard your prayers and felt your every plea.
Every step you take is part of a chores line
To the song being sung that goes by the title, I am divine.
Your heart beats to the rhythm of earth
All the time.
The wind is the keeper of all your hopes and fears.
Those you talk about but also those you hold near.
Every child is accounted for by earth and all her record keeping.
How else can she provide for all the mouths she’s feeding?
And you dearest one, who thinks you are all alone. In the morning the birds will arrive to sing you a love song.
Not as throaty as Luther
Not as high pitch as McKnight.
But when you hear it…really stop to listen to it; everything is alright.
You are not a fragment in an otherwise
You are love itself finding your way back home, and doing so as an expression and a definition because you came from love. So how can love not love you?
Love is all around you
See the blossoming tree
Pushing through all the crazy our lives look like right now and let it remind us. That the same love for life… that makes that happen we have also with us.
See the beauty
It’s all around you
You can add to it and make that your reality.