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Mar 27
POET OF DARKNESS
I am called
a poet of darkness.
I am infused
in the dark places.
The Mystery enters me
The Beloved knows me.
My footprints are left
in many consciousness,
in many dark waters;
and I learn
without understanding and realization
that I walk upon many waters
with many names.
I am the Work:
the One who imprints
the passage way
the words
the ladder
the secret.
I am a poet of darkness
spoken not in the light of day
but spoken to the darkness
that is silent within
Slumbering at the base of the tree
and even the angels and the devils
cannot hear the songs of my footprints;
but I walk among you
plain, simple, obscure -
most throw stones at me with their eyes
most would demonize my touches
most would cast me in the wasteland;
and yet am I not the moisture in the desert,
the conversation that will bring gnosis.
I am the poet of darkness:
the darkness that brings the soul to the Beloved.
The body with its carnal cravings
cannot sense me nor will I be trapped
in beastly urges.
This perfect cloud is not known.
The perfect knowledge wanders.
This perfect sound is not heard.
This perfect pregnant darkness
is hidden for time of birth
and will not be known by any man.
My tears have awakened
at their appointed time;
and my spiral dance begins
as my song carries
The Lost up the ladder
Am I not one of the ladders
that is hidden in the dark places.
I am the poet of darkness.
Words are ships
to sail the dark waters.
Words are the anchors
that will seed the thundering.
Words are pregnant
with lightning.
I am the humble and the exalted.
I am the road that must be traveled
but no human eyes can see.
I am the secret that the Beloved reveals
and the Beloved that reveals the secret.
I do not worship the one who taught me
but become the one who taught me.
I am the likeness and its similitude
to become and ark, a path, a ladder for
what was lost when I stirred and conjured in ignorance.
I cannot be spoken of in plain language.
I am the outside and the inside.
I am the lightning that thunder brings.
I am the pregnant darkness.
I am the alchemist within.
I am the poet of darkness.
who comes to himself from an Androgyny
and weave together the parts of duality.
I am the angel and the conversation
riding the shoulders,
walking the waters,
and rising as a tree in the desert.
I am where all paths converge:
all words fall into this form
all symbols, all images
all conjuring; whisperings.
I am the poet of the pregnant darkness.
I AM THE DARK ART
I am the View. He is the Living Book.
The face I wear is the Seal of Venus
so open me and let me be your face
as I walk in the places
made by the mouth of Man.
I walk into the Book. I flow into the Book.
I am The Unusual. He is the Dangerous. We are The Work.
Will he blow my trumpet of Venus
before he is silenced
and walk among the common empty-eyed people
with an impotent voice?
And the man in the ear is broken mirror pieces.
Am I to be sexualized when I am a Stygian Sojourner
until I am a dark room,
and his wooly-haired Black Venus
is for the naughty and nice
when my companion cannot eclipse his passions.
Will he let his passion own him
before he is the Silence, an alchemical text?
Will he be burned out of existence
as he lets his hand, his mouth, his anus
bring him the orgasm outside him?
Will he blow the trumpet of Venus
when he appears as something else?
I open to him as a talismanic image
so he can be consecrated into the First Magic.
He is an indigenous follower.
He enters me as alchemy.
He travels the underground stream.
The screech owl announces me as a riddle and a prophecy.
I step out of the mirror with the Song
as he becomes a throne companion to this Androgyny.
He will be struck by my thunder rod;
and I will release my uttering as
manna from Beyond.
I will flow into him and he will become a living tree
where this phoenix will sit and divine
as I am seeded into him.
I will not know peace
until we are no longer a trinity.
I am a Black Venus
with an Osirian phallus.
I have lain upon trees
as I have laid upon lovers
and have eaten their apocalypse
for what bread I gave
them I must harvest
the hunger, the infinite sadness of this weeping stone
so I can become a Treasure of the Working.
Will he blow the trumpet of Venus,
become a black book companion
to this Sun of the concealed Father?
Mar 26
DEATH WILL NOT SERVE ME TO THE UNSEEN
Who does death serve?
I am an unwilling guest
to be feasted
and feasted upon;
and I think -
The ones who sit in the shadows
think
Ah, this is a nice piece of meat
and if I am consumed,
then I am a part of them and they are a part of me
And they shepherd
this sheep again and again
when they shit it out into a physical life
that has a part of them encoded
and I realize they want death
so they can eat again and again
and I will not age for them like a fine wine
because I am timeless; therefore,
Death is not employed in my life
nor will I drive toward Death clinging in fear
and holding on to images Death rains on me
thinking it will season me for consuming.
Death, you are servant and not a fixed point of destination.
so I will not think feeling loss, drinking sadness,
being lost inside someone else, or making a coffin in a kiss
will mummify me to your workings…you are not a destination.
DEATH, ONE DAY AT A TIME
I died again today.
I was once a pyramid.
I was once a cathedral.
I was stone and blood
and I died again today.
My mind sits in a cage
tagging the walls
with symbols it has forgotten,
with lines that were roads,
with words that carry blood
and I died again today.
The universe stands in limitation
until it becomes self aware.
Wanderers are on the paths of stars
that are becoming
and the ones that are fading
and the animal cries
to the moon that weeps blood;
and the tears that leak from the hand
that make the sorrow rise from
its self indulgences.
I died again today.
to take back a little more breathe
from the dreams
that have become Egregores
that seek to be an external hand
to shape me into their cravings.
And, I died again today
to partake of the luminosity
until there is no more death
to meet me at sunrise and sunset
and I rise on the verse
to join the Song
EXCERPTS FROM THE BOOK: THE JUDAS ANGEL
Death: One woman called me the Dreaded Visitor. And yet, her life was about manipulating people to do her bidding. She used her sex as a weapon; pitted her children against each other, manipulated their fathers, suffered with a debilitating disease and was just mean as a rabid dog all her life and she calls me the Dread Visitor even though the skin was falling from her bones, she was blind in one life, she pushed one child toward suicide, another to a bad marriage that was financially convenient to her and married a gay man to use him to manipulate men as the unhappy wife. This life is a bout suffering, loss, battle of egos, sexual confusion, economic calamities, social unrest, political injustices, slavery to religious fanaticism and yet, I’m suppose to be the bad guy.
Judas: Every since the Archons manipulated this sector of creation you’ve been stuck with this assignment. Someone has to be the door way.
Death: Well, they act like I’m a hole in the ground and that is it.
Judas: They are stuck in dramas that have been imprinted.
Death: We are both stuck in dramas that have been imprinted.
Judas: Yes, but we are aware of our imprint.
Death: The Archons are afraid that they can not ascend. They are so locked into their programming they will not hear what anyone has to say. They are fear based creatures. Since Fear has become self aware, it has become a parasite that lives within so many beings who are not even aware the puppet master has a puppet master.
Judas: This sector of creation cannot ascend unless all parts. I don’t think we can allow this sector of creation to replay this drama continuously.
Death: I know. But people are choosing death in ignorance. They think death is an escape and have created a shadow of Death; it’s not me, they think it’s me. So this fear based Death has been stealing my thunder; giving people the wrong road to walk; opening doors into the minds of the Archon. And the Archons are having a feast.
Judas: Soon they will get indigestion.
Death: Well, I’m tired of being perceived wrong.
Judas: It’s our job. We knew what we were getting into.
Death: It doesn’t get easier and the look gets more frightening. They think these images they see of me is truly me and yet, that is who they look for when they take their last breath and of course, the imposter is the one they see, not me.
Judas: You will have to shut him down.
Death: I can’t. This is a free will universe. Humans have to become aware of the truth. Once they understand death, that shadow they have made into a fear will vaporize. I don’t’ try to make a juggle act of the wicked and the righteous but that’s what they want from me.
Judas: I think people would rather spit than even say my name. And this portrayal of me being suicidal.
Death: Humans must find their own story, the earth’s story, and the next story above. If not, my employment in this role will continue.
Judas: They must learn to descend into water if they are to understand.
Death: Most are afraid to look within. Most are afraid to look in the mirror. There is this one guy I watch who looks in the mirror sometimes and mumbles, “Gee, I look like death warmed over and burned.” If they don’t get to know their true mother, they will drown in their waters. Only her fire can free them.
Judas: You’re preaching to the choir but my message has been lost. My words fall on deaf ears. And yet, everyone has to make that journey, we can’t make it for them, we can be a signpost but in the end, it is their journey.
Death: But I look forward to when I make a toast because someone else has become self aware. And you my friend have caused such a burning.
Judas: Folks need to live up to their potential
Woman: I have been called “the point of turning to return”. I have been called the Abomination. I am the Shadow of Death and yet, no one understands my purpose. I know I am here to help. I got lost in my craziness that’s why I can understand the insanity. The Death I am is the help the loss souls on their journey because until they can get out of my insane asylum; they cannot leave my shadowy death. Their fear of death is my fear of death; of course, they diluted some of my issues, camouflaged others, but it is my imprint they are dealing with. When I was exiled from them, every name became like a stone hurtled at me until my tears, my blood, the stones caked upon me and became flesh, and I became a desolate world where everything in creation that did not seem fit in the eyes of “them” was cast down to me. But to be returned I had to take the lover they sent me. No one asked me what I thought about it, did I want this. First, no one would look at me, even my own mother, covered me with clouds so she would not have to acknowledge my issues. Yes, I have abandonment issues. Each time I tried to move toward her; it seemed a greater distance was created. So I made companions but they were not my mother, only imaginary friends that had to become real so I wouldn’t go crazy. But then I wonder if any of it was real and I did go insane. I think my mind became an insane asylum and all my thoughts became inmates. It’s like someone, I don’t remember who, a stranger with a sweet sounding voice, open the door to the asylum, sort of like that Pandora box story and all the craziness in me escape. But the door was closed before all my craziness left me. And now, I’m wandering around in my own body, in my own mind attempting to weave everything back together. Maybe I’ll make a new body, a new face, something my mother will not turn from. Am I not the crucible of the great house of flame. Every one must face their own battle of Armageddon as I have had to face mine. No one talks about my struggles unless I’m demonized, made a whore, or exiled to some dark land where even a cockroach wouldn’t shit.
Stranger: I am having a hair day. I am burning with the fires of Hell. My entire being is surging energies of lust, passion, elemental animal fury and frenzy. I feel like I cannot control this.
Judas: Understand these raging fires and change their nature.
Stranger: I wonder if I’m more comfortable with it. I cannot stop the calling from my dick. I see a woman and immediately my eyes start to undress her. I want to drag her off to bed and ravish her like some wild animal striking for the kill. I am so swollen with this lust that until I taste blood, I feel I cannot control this fever.
Judas: And this is why there is blood on your hand.
Stranger: It’s not the first time.
Judas: Being consumed with fire isn’t easy. The torment is daily. You must be baptized in water and refined in fire. You have been drowning in your own waters. It is time to be fire in water.
Stranger: Must we suffer in each other’s baptism? I am drowning in lust. I am a raging animal of passion. I want to fuck, I live to fuck, I am consumed with fucking, I don’t want to think of anything but fucking. I can’t stop the thought of fucking. Every where I go in the city, I hear the cars honking at me, “fuck me this way, fuck me this way.” The Billboards are like sirens singing to me; “Fuck me all the time. Fuck me all the time.” The look in people’s eyes are screaming at me, “Do you want to fuck with me? Do you want to fuck me? Oh bet you can fuck me real good.” And tongues are like penis to me, fucking me in every orifice of my body. Sometimes when I’m boning a woman I want to tell her that I want to suck her dick.
Stranger: Sometimes when you meet a person you think, okay, this one will work; this one is fine and then they start talking and that angelic face starts to change and then they start to look like someone hit them in the face with a tree branch and then they start to take on the appearance of a mount of cavernous dungeons. You have to take your time to know people. People are like a watery grave. I have enough issues of my own I’m drowning in without drowning in someone else’s. Eventually, after I have sex with them they become as hollow as the others.
Mar 24
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LUCIFER
He comes from the back side.
He is on the back side of man
We think his embrace is the Comforter.
He whispers
not from the outside
because
his throne
is in our mind.
He is the underworld within.
His seeds
have made the spinning caves within
and
He is on the dark side of the tree.
He is the light bringer
that keeps us in his dark night.
He is the back side of man
always
turning his attention
to his light
that is brilliant
but it is swirling
chaotic
harvesting
Madness.
A blinding light
that destroys the senses
and the ashes
we become
he will rise from.
There is a rain of ashes within
when you burn him away
his umbilical cord.
There is a rain of ashes upon us
when we are consumed in his embrace.
THE BREAD
The angel
stood over nearby
watching the mourners
gathering around the grave.
The angel
could still smell the soul
not yet departed
but lingering.
It’s emotions
still kept it bound
to the body
It mourned for what it left behind.
The ones left mourned for what left.
Neither realizing
their mourning
was
feeding the angel’s spell
The angel stood nearby
waiting for the mourners to leave
and then stood at the food of the grave
making the symbols,
saying the angelic language
and as the words and symbols
fell
upon this body.
The word “bread”
appeared above it
and the soul
called from its wandering,
passed through its remain in the graves
and through the portal
of the word “Bread”
to find
the Dweller who sits in the underworld
humans call Heaven.
Mar 14
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SPIRITUAL ZOMBIES
Inflicted with self fulfilling prophecies,
it is a foreign installation
chat reconstructs our perception;
And The Machine
creates a Gatekeeper
that still leads us
into the mind of The Machine
that creates an ideological virus
that promises redemption,
that promises the final apocalypse;
and we lift ourselves
as prayers
to this ideological virus
that funnels
our essences
to fuel The Machine.
And we becomes seers,
we glimpse
the Adepts-drones of The Machine
from the corners of our eyes
who are like shadows
skirting about
like hive-minded insects.
They empty eyes of the spark;
and the Soul sits in a dark room
in the mind that is like a mental institution.
When we awake,
we look for a door to exit
but only hear the buzzing of The Machine
to distract the Soul
from centering in Silence.
The Machine
impregnates our original conception
and steer us into becoming
Words and Stories
in its mouth.
Yet, The Machine cannot find us
when we are dancing in Silence.
It cannot hear about its chaotic chatter;
and we are not drunk on its virtual world
with its bells and whistles;
And the warrior is sober
and not intoxicated
on the workings of The Machine.
SEVERED
Severed in to pieces
when I am sanctioned.
Each piece of me
now has psychological
and gender issues
make wars.
Some severed parts are buried
and these buried parts
become an astral parasite,
become the voice floating through the room,
become the wound that is not seen
and
becomes a space you fill with alcohol, drugs and sex.
When I am severed,
nothing grows back
because a fire of passion
has been given to me
by an Unseen Mind
that burns away the connection
and thus,
I am haunted by memories
that I cannot decipher;
and I look for myths
to weave me together
but the myths belong to the mind of this Unseen;
and I think it’s images
are me
but they are prison cells
that I occupy
with my severed parts
and call it
the life that god gave me.
Severed parts are struggling
to become whole
and rise
above the world,
and rise
above the Hells,
and arise
above the Heavens.
There is a window
that my severed parts
want to look through;
it is a window
where reality
is not diluted
into flowing images
I think I can anchor into.
Severed parts
lament
in the gray space
hoping to
make a new place
to put the puzzle pieces
back together again.
And each time
I meet a severed piece
in its many
forms
that have become distorted
or masked,
I embrace it, I kiss it, I love it
and call it me.
Severed parts
falling
like stars scratching a dark cloth,
like eyes
opening within,
like diminishing voices
melting back
into one voice.
Severed parts
are making a new heart
to breathe in
and not a heart
that is a camouflaged clock.
Think of the next few years as every one is returning to the scene of the crime.
Now crime in this sense is when you are going against your nature. You have broken the laws of your nature. In your quest for identity most of you have been in service to self and have not only disempowered your selves but others.
All events that are occurring in the world, regardless of how you want to interpret them as good or bad, are reoccurring events.
Some events keep repeating themselves in your various lives because you have not learned the lessons.
Those of you who are awaking up and complaining about all the dramas you are going through must keep in mind; this is not your only life, you have many lives and issues abound in all. This life is the nexus to fix what you have set in motion. It will be a time of completion for some to ascend. Some will not figure it out and will continue there life in other planes of reality to continuing healing.
You have fragmented yourself in the early stages of creation, or when you have gone into denial. All parts of yourself are coming back and you may not recognize them as you.
What you have called demons, aliens, or otherworldly creatures are you. You are coming back and merging with the self that is reading this message.
It will be a bumpy ride for most.
Yet, you are traveling in human disguise will be an example of what humans can become; you will be what you’ve always been, a game player. You will help humans to become more than biological computers that are running a program that has kept them in a time loop.
The party is going to happen in the years to come when some consciousness will wake up and realize they have been “playing in someone’s dreams.”
There is an old saying, “There is nothing new under sun.” Well, think of it this way, you are in a room, looking out a window, and the window is the sun.” Think about it!
Mar 13
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THE EYE IS HUMAN
The eye is human.
It’s awareness
wants to explore
in form
what it perceives
and give it feelings
so it has movement.
The eye is human.
It wants to expand
the spaces
it sees
and occupy
the spaces
to know
what it can become.
The eye is human.
It is feelings
diluting into images
- Watery -
and when it focuses,
it makes a form
and becomes
Human
in one of its exploration.
The eye is human.
Mar 11
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INITIATION – AWAKENING THE CROSS
Symbols can be used for initiation. Within symbols are layers of meanings; these meanings can be interpreted through song, through poetry, through creative acts, through stream of consciousness. They are also doorways, pathways to other realties, holding stories that can heal and assist one with their expanding awareness.
Symbols will initiate one into other aspects of selves; you can become the symbol through your meditations and that can create many similitude.
Symbols hold sacred sound which give them their form and that sound can assist you into enter other realms of consciousness and keep in mind not all realities have the forms you think of; some realities can be symbols, sounds, and equations.
As you initiate yourself with symbols, you will begin merging with other realities.
Also, symbols can take you down a path that is dangerous as well as into realms with expressions that your mind is not ready to comprehend if you are not fully ground in your body and are of healthy mind.
Symbols are doorways and pathways but keep in mind it works both ways.
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The descent into the Hell region would be for three days; each day being represent as a man, woman and child.
It was a putrid cloud that snaked through the room as Michael sat on the floor with legs crossed meditating. Even though he had summoned a shield of light to surround him; the cloud thick like molasses surrounded the bubble of light as if it was consuming him.
Aware but not allowing himself to be distracted into fear; he observed from spirit.
A nameless eye parted the dark cloud.
Out of the great eye, the tentacles of the Nameless One came and wrapped themselves around Michael. Part of him wanted to cry out but something deep inside kept him silent. As the tentacles lashed at the circle of light surrounding him, he lost his concentration.
The tentacles wrapped around him to strangle him, he could feel the suction cups on each of them attempting to pull life force out of him. Michael centered his awareness through heart and became an image of a cross which greatly irritated the creature who began to lessen his hold on Michael but not completely. Its time to summon my companions he thought as he surrendered his form as began to chant the following spell.
From the depth of my soul
from the great waters of old,
I summon my ancient companions
who make up my soul.
From the four direction,
I call out to the elements
to give my companions a body
from this Soul.
From the depths where blood flows
from the heart of the Great Goddess
rise my warriors to defeat my foe.
The tentacles, once again increased their grip as Michael continued concentrating until he became a pulsating ball of psi energy as he lost human reference.
Was it imagination?
The sound of thunder echoed in the room.
There was a flash of light and the very air about him crackled with electricity. A rupture appeared in the air and a bear and a panther entered into the room. Their growling disturbed the Nameless One. He lashed out at them with its tentacles. The great black panther snagged a tentacle and bit it in two and it burst into flames and turned quickly to ashes. The Great Bear clawed at several tentacles, gashing wounds on several of them, as the cry of a man in pain came from the eye where the tentacle had sprung from.
A great winged creature came through the rupture and sat on top of the eye and dug its claws into deeply. The bear continued lashing at the tentacles severing several of them which burned into ashes once cut away. The great panther grabbed Michael by the neck of his shirt and pulled him from the weakening grasp of the creature.
As the creature cried out in agony, Michael catching a momentary focus raised his hands and a bolt of ancient fire sprung from his fingers striking the creature.
The tentacles retracted immediately.
The eye closed once they were back inside.
The great black bird pulled out its tentacles. Michael recognized the bird, it was the phoenix, it was in its final stages of death, its blackness would consume all that it had experienced into a cleansing fire so that it could be reborn.
The panther licked Michael’s face affectionately. The bear sat upon its hind legs and growled to the sky.
“The Nameless One will come for you in many forms. You know it now as Mindset. Do not despair, the power of the Ones Who Sit In the Shadows is within you because you carry the blood of the Ancient One, you can summon those that walked before man, those that walk invisible next to man, those that walk as man’s spirit companions. You are a warrior from the first wars in the Heavens. Though you waver from reality to reason and feeling, within the heart is the key. We will always be with you Michael.”
“Thank you my friends, sometimes my clarity is so true, than other times, it seems I am intoxicated on the material plane and believe what my eyes can see, and not with my heart.”
“Now, that you have awakened us from our slumber, we will always be near when you need us.”
“And while we are not doing the rescue the damsel in distress scenarios, I say let us walk through the worlds that we have not seen, and see what has come about since we have been in the great sleep.”
“I will be fine for now.”
“But you still don’t believe do you,” said the Panther.
“When you leave, I will think it was a dream.”
“This eye that you sit in front of and consume the images with your mind, is distorting your will power, is eating away at your life force and trapping your soul in distorted images that become like caverns in the astral plane that are no more than a prison. You are being fragmented inside as you continue to sit in front of this great eye. This eye is one of many eyes of the Nameless One, the Great Beast.”
“What you think of as entertainment is food for entities you cannot see but have built your world in their image so that you will be like sheep to the slaughter,” said the Panther.
“What must I do?”
“Protect yourself at all times, even when you sit in front of this great eye,” said the Bear.
“You must summon a door that will trap the energies and will stop other entities from coming through the eye. All creation is a frequency. This eye transmits many frequencies that break down human immune systems making them susceptible for parasites and other entities to attach themselves to their aura. You have no concept of how many people have had their spirit pulled from body because of frequency and they become housing for demonic forces. Many want to enter the human world but cannot on their own accord, so they find ways to ride human consciousness to achieve their goals.”
“There are many eyes that are upon you. And until you know the names of these things, you cannot separate it from your reality. Many things hide their true name behind symbols, behind other names that they use as branches so you do not know the root.”
“Are you not the eye of the Father,” said the Great Bear laughingly.
“I’m not sure what I am, or what I am suppose to do. My sense of self wavers back and forth. Some day I’m all there, other days, I feel like I’m just pieces scattered to the wind.”
“Thought creates,” said the Phoenix. “What you believe, you shall see, you shall reap. Keep in mind, things you will encounter, their first movement was not based in love but in Fear and they have allowed Fear to become self aware and have become it’s slave, and in turn, they seek others to enslave to feed them. So it sees its relationship with you as adversarial.”
With those words, the Great Bear, The Great Black Panther, and the Black Phoenix smiled at Michael and began shape shifting into human forms.
“What, how did you do that?”
“We are primal energies that take the form of whatever you place upon us. We are neither good or bad. We are what you need, what you create from us. Some of us have become trapped and distorted in the images of us you created and worshipped. We are Ancient, this is true, but our true form is so far buried in your subconscious that you will not witness nor understand our true form. This form is comfortable for you and for the worlds within you that we will journey in as you become the Wanderer.”
“And so it begins,” Michael said. “Thanks for everything. Safe journey!”
“Protect yourself from this eye. Many entities ride the frequency that it broadcast.”
“In my world, this eye is called a television. It serves a useful purpose.”
Michael stood, closed his eyes, and stretched out his arms in a welcoming gesture. He began to center his awareness and took in a deep breath. As his breathing became more focused, the three beings began to fade as Michael breathed them inside. How many more powers had he placed outside himself that must return?
He looked at the TV. It sat silent for now. “When you really open your eyes, what will I see, or what will I fall into? Then again, what will be looking back at me?”
He shuddered. Then he remembered, I summoned four directions and only three came. Where is the fourth direction?
Mar 11
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DREAMS
I know it is a popular belief that you are everyone in your dreams. I beg to differ. In some instances I would say yes; but there are entities who visit your dreams disguised as people you know or other people they; some intent is to assist you with growing; some with the intent to manipulate or be mischievous.
You are part of a larger entity who is on a journey of awareness. Sometimes when an entity is lost within their own creations other beings enter into this entity’s creation to help it become self aware.
Dreams are sometimes a place where entities can infuse themselves into someone’s consciousness to wake them up, assist with the healing process.
You are spiritual beings; and it is in spirit where all things are accomplished before it becomes physical.
Do not be surprised when you wake up in your dream and there are other entities masquerading as characters.
Also some entities send you dreams to assist, some send you dreams to feed off emotional energies.
You must always be vigilant and wake up in your dreams and understand who is watching who; who is the navigator of your dreams.
Dreams can be a space where you can grow and bring the light and dark into a new creation or it can be come a prison cell where a part of your self is contained. When you wake up, you think the dream has ended but it has not.
As you become aware of your journey of self awareness, you begin to realize so many of you are participating with the “dreams” of an entity on a journey of self awareness.
When this entity achieves a certain level of awareness it will “ascend” and its body will change as you will be changed. Those who have journeyed with this entity to assist in its evolution will continue moving on to work with other entities who are working toward “ascension”.
Most of you are part of a greater entity and will one day branch away from this “Being” and become gods and goddess and create life in other realities.
GATEKEEPERS / NEO SHAMANS / CHILDREN OF THE LIFE
They are the dreamers. They make dreams, sacred pace for their working whether it is soul retrieval, healing, or a place to change consciousness.
They guard the doorways into other realms of consciousness; they anchor light in dark places and when they gather together on other planes of existence they can form with intent a thoughtform that will assist them with their work.
They are embodied with particular energies that will focus on certain activities whether it is healing; holding frequency or being protectors.
They are travelers who will take on whatever form is necessary to do their work. They are not human but in disguise as human; they fit into the culture where they need to do their work though their awareness is not necessarily cultural bound especially when they are fully aware on other levels of being.
They are the now, they are the ancestors; they are you.
If you are reading this, then you are awakening to what you are truly becoming. Some of you will be come sacred space, some will eventually become planets, suns, other forms of light that will nurture other realities.
These gatekeepers, these neo-shamans, these children of life are here to assist with the awakening as well as anchoring a space so others can connect with the parts of themselves that are in denials.
They are the ones who walk the dark roads to find the lost fragments of consciousness. They are the ones who will not be known by many but will be felt by all when they are fully activated.
CREATING REALITY – PART ONE
There are realities that create realities. Think of this place as a movie studio that creates movies for your own enjoyment. This is a reality that some of you are working in as well as participating in the reality that is being created. Some of you are wearing many hats to change the reality where particular consciousness is trapped.
The reality that creates reality is and has been hijacked by other entities that are manipulating this reality.
But then again, this is a matter of perception.
BEING A LIGHT WORKER
No one said it was a picnic or a Sunday afternoon walk in the park and most times you feel like you are not getting a pretty picture. Being a light worker means there are times when it so dark you can see the hand in front of you; you will like the world has dropped on your shoulders and your face is in the mud. You will deal with emotional issues, physical ailments and feel rejected and that you don’t’ fit in the world. Being a light worker means you will carry information, you will carry awareness. It is for you to broadcast light, not to stand on a soapbox and say I’m am here so follow me. Those will follow who need to follow and even that is a just a snap of the finger. People are on their own journey of awareness.
Carrying light will make you feel your mind is in a taffy pull but this world wears a face that is not necessarily good or bad; it is a place where consciousness comes to heal; it is a world that is dark, it is death within life and then again it is a paradise, it is hell, it is a graveyard, it is heaven, it is many things. There is not one reality that exists on Earth; there are many realities anchored here as you will come to understand as you anchor more light into your body.
You will witness things frightening, you will be in places disturbing and all this is you in many forms as a light worker. You are here to heal a consciousness that is evolving. You are where you need to be. You are participating in the dreams of a god/goddess.
Carrying light does not mean that you will walk a smooth path, most times you feel lost, abandoned and feel you have done nothing significant with your life. Carrying light and know that you are doing what you are suppose to do.
When you feel you are slipping and have no footing, no this, you are not lost, you are not losing, you are transforming consciousness.
When it seems too much, take a walk in the sun, sit next to a tree, walk in the woods, hug an animal, listen to the birds, sing to a plant, and know that the love you think is lost, not for you, cannot find is all around you, you are light, you are love and you are doing the work you are sent here to do.
From pain you will bring many back to the light; don’t buy into the fear that will descend on many like a dark cloud. In the darkest moment, light will shine and the long dark days of man will end as most will merge with their light and darkness and become something new.
You can only know light and be light when you know the darkness…and there is a saying…it is always the darkest before the light.
You know. You are remembering. You are anchoring. You are the many who will bring everything back into one so consciousness can spiral into another frequency and become the Many Who is One.
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LOVE ME OR LOVE ME NOT
Folks always wanting somebody to love them ‘conditionally’. Hollywood and fiction has made “love” tragic, humorous, a conquest, the great hunt, etc. etc.” Love, as most humans, come define love is “what everyone wants” but they want it from someone else instead of themselves. When was the last time you loved yourself unconditionally? How can you expect someone to love you if you don’t love yourself? How you can you love the being that you are if you don’t know who you are? Most people don’t know their own mind, less alone their heart because they react, they don’t feel and most times their reaction has been manipulated and program.
Love is a binding force not a manipulating force, not a tragic force. Love has been shaded into many categories so most people want to avoid love because it hurts too much. Your heart is where the soul is. Your Soul is longs for expression. It is part of greater identity that is seeking to know itself.
When you love someone, you are loving an aspect of you? When you are out of love with someone, you are in denial with a part of yourself. Love is unconditional. Humans have made love conditionally. A pet loves unconditional. They are a symbol of unconditional love.
Humans have regulated love to various territories with boundaries. You limit your expression because you don’t understand what love truly is and believe all the movies and books you have been fed.
There is always tension in duality. The tension will make wings to fly or you will find yourself face down in the mud.
Now, most of you like your face in the mud so you don’t take responsibilities for your feelings understand the levels of perception your feelings will take you.
When you love someone, you are mirror a part of yourself and it’s those parts of yourself that you are not bringing to the light that are now surface.
If you are ‘not in love’ then you are not embracing you. If you are in love with someone else and not yourself, you are in denial and that denial will take many forms to bring you back on track sometimes it’s not soon enough and can lead to death. Denial will come as bad relationships, addictions, cult manipulation, illness, suicide, death and attraction to abusive, manipulating personalities.
In addition, no one can tell you who to love. Love is all there is….why do you separate yourself from love and make love something it isn’t. Most of you prefer the illusion of love and have relationships that are like prison sentences. When you wake up to love is the force that binds all creation together, than you are no longer “pining away for someone” or addicted to someone’s personality but you will become the self aware entity that you are.
I DON’T LIKE WHERE I’M AT
Complaining about where you at is saying I don’t understand where I’m at, can’t face up to where I’m at, totally clueless about my life and someone come rescue me.
You are where you are suppose to be and will be even further along if you understand the signs that are around you.
Nothing just happens. Everyone talks about thought creates reality, well, there’s more to that, karma is involved. You can say all the affirmations you want until the cows come home but if you have fixed your selves or embrace the denial fragments or embrace the dark parts of yourself, you are right where you are suppose to be until you fix it.
No one will fix it for you; no one will come down from the sky. It is about being aware. Sometimes understand “where you are at” is being totally in the moment with out being addicted to the past or attempting to jumpstart the future.
Time is an illusion to keep one disempowered.
You are in many places. You have to understand parts of your selves are becoming aware of other things that are a part of your journey and you are a nexus for their other selves.
Everything is coming back to the roost. Everything is coming home. You may not recognize your selves when they return and merge with you; but they are you and not all is in human form.
You are carrying stories from other lives that still need to be healed and become other stories. You are awakening the ancestors. Your face is a clue. You are many things and you are right where you are because you choose to be here and this moment the way you are; now, are you ready to know yourself so you can change awareness.
Stop worrying about where you are at is not to your liking and embrace the now; there is so much you are missing.
FEELING SAD
When you are feeling sad, it is not the end of the world. It is a message to slow down, take in account of your life. There is something you need to look at, something is off kilter, maybe you need to rest because you are moving to fast and not grounded enough. Being sad is not the end of the world; it’s just you let the world become you instead of just looking at it as a classroom situation.
Everyone is not going to be what you want them to be. You can’t rescue them. You can only assist when someone is ready.
People need to process their emotions; go through the stages they go through with and let these feelings take you to the unsolved places and issues.
To quickly we want to medicate to numb the pain, the sad. We are in human form, learning to live with emotions, learning to ride emotions; instead of looking at sadness as a pain that you wish away, embrace it, don’t judge it, go sit in the sun for a few minutes, do housework, it is a time of grounding, it is a time of solitude, it is a time to tend your own garden.
THINKING BAD THOUGHTS
You are not evolved enough to go beyond having a bad thought. How you choose to implement that bad thought is the lesson? Bad thoughts happen. But how much play will you give it. Will you feed it so much emotional energy until it becomes an astral parasite? Will you find others to buy into our bad thoughts and also give it power?
Thoughts can take on form on the astral plane and with enough emotional energy being feed to; can take a life of its own.
You will have many thoughts passing through your mind. Not all these thoughts are yours nor should you claim them as yours.
When a bad thought arises, you can observe it but don’t make it a reality. Understand if it is yours or a project. If it is yours, who are you mad at? Are you seeking to control; are you seeking to manipulate; or you reacting because you are afraid, in fear, feeling like you have no control, giving someone power over you?
Because you exist in duality, there will be opposites. When you move away from judgment, there is no good or bad, there is no Heaven or Hell, there just is. Your reality is made of many units, many constructs and many of them are like prison cells.
Why make someone else the warden of your mind?
Thoughts will pass through you, whether good or bad. Why do you invite unwanted guest into your house?
IDENTITY
You have many identities. The face you show the world, is not the face you wear when you are traveling in other dimensions; nor when you are relating to other people. It depends on your state of mind also what other entities are looking through your eyes or if you are in contact with your ancestors through the bloodline.
Your face will change and other faces will merge with you in your day-to-day activities. Some of you will begin to understand the events happening to your in the subconscious; other realties by looking at your face. Your face will reveal your history, your lineage; and do not be afraid when you look in the mirror when your face changes into other faces. Some of you are conscious that you are merging with other entities; some of you have awakened the ancestors; others selves are looking through you, to assist, to observe.
Identity will be what it must be to assist you in your awakening and journey.
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