There are many stories of things that could be,
Prompting me to notice that life is not all we see,
Yes there are dangers and things that appear so real,
And, I wish to share with you how it makes me feel.
I am made of star-dust as you are too,
I am trapped at times in this body,
That separates me from you,
Though it’s my home for the time being,
It’s not the only possibility that my eyes are seeing.
I can fly I’ve seen the view,
And when you’re free you can too.
The spirit has no boundaries, it can touch any heart,
Even when geographically, we’re thousands of miles apart.
The times they are a changing, of that there is no doubt,
And there are many threats that could potentially wipe us out,
What if they are all designed in this great plan,
To simply let you see that you’re more than just a man.
Whatever happens now my only hope is this,
That I will walk with you my friend when we meet in eternal bliss.
The Truth Matters was her message, as she shared stories never told.
By the media and Big Pharma who don’t want us to be so bold.
To question everything and look among the lies,
Seeing the symbols used it takes you by surprise.
72 names was the message she shared with me,
As we sat at the kitchen table and shared ideas of what could be.
Our vision was the same but our starting point was not.
As I observed the mind stories in which she’d gotten caught.
Perfect health the affirmation, while inside the truth was told.
The cancer of our minds had really gotten hold.
It’s a crazy, World we live in and the dis-ease it runs so deep.
I pray that you’ve found peace now as you’ve fallen fast asleep.
My heart tinges with regret at all that could have been,
If only more minds would open to the things you had seen.
I look up to the heavens and wonder where you are,
And I’m sure I see you blink as a super, shiny star.
In memory of Ann Knox, Creator of The Truth Matters, gone but not forgotten.
The tide has turned, you’ll know what to do.
As you see madness unfold in front of you.
Portals of possibility and infinite potential,
Ascending to Heaven and being multi-dimensional.
Life as we knew it was all about matter,
Stereotypes, judgement and endless chatter.
At last the depths were revealing themselves,
As I sat on the brink between Heaven and Hell.
3-D to 5-D how would we know,
Is it possible we’ll see the glow?
Not with eyes filtered with fear,
It’s love that makes our vision clear.
The truth was hidden there is no doubt,
As we enter the Golden Age and it all comes out.
The code’s been deciphered and the clues re-written,
And somehow I found myself sitting in Heaven.
Looking in the Master’s eyes I heard the drumbeat to my surprise,
The dance has changed, it’s clear to see.
But where will it lead you and me?
I knew the story had made no sense, but why would he crack it, if it was the end?
A new beginning the choice is here,
Will we choose Love or stay trapped in fear?
The cycles you see are all concentric,
The biggest secret is it’s all geometric!
A gentleman, oh my! It’s just an illusion.
Though I can see, what caused the confusion.
The airs the graces, the fancy clothes.
Hides what’s right before your nose.
The word itself should hold a clue,
to what to expect in front of you.
Gentle is the touch of Grace,
A way of being as intricate as lace.
Conquering is not the same,
it causes only misery and pain.
Although the title Lord was bestowed
On the man named Walter, with the fine clothes,
There are other labels that he wore well,
Ones that are more reminiscent of hell
Conqueror, thief to name a few,
From Wenlock he brought his faithful crew
A Priory was built to convert the rabble,
And the fox began preaching to the gabble.
The truth is lost for many years,
blinded by the grief of tears.
And yet now, somehow it shines so bright,
For many have shone their radiant light.
The dance has changed now and with it comes,
The truth about the most radiant one.
His voice has been loud, but the message is lost,
He said “I’m your brother” not I’m your boss!
The message distorted, is what caused the strife,
He honoured the Divine Mother and perhaps his own wife.
He captured hearts but not with might,
He led the way to heaven’s delight.
And yet half the story has hardly been told,
As somehow the words become about control.
Crucified for all to see, is the story that was in front of me.
Though I didn’t know what, the chord felt wrong,
How would we ever hear his true song?
Unlike the Roman’s his story was clear,
Spread love my children, not fear.
The martyr of martyrs message was love
Not to be terrified of God from above
You’ll burn forever was the church’s mighty shout,
As they seemed to forget he put the money lenders out.
It was the meek, the sick the poor, even her some call a whore,
Who he beseeched with his tales of yore.
The kingdom he told them is inside of you,
You don’t find it in churches or temples of worship,
It can only be found in your mutual kin(g)ship,
Love each other and you will see that his message was for you and me.
He said “I AM” the Truth, the Light and the Way
Walk with me to your brightest day.
There’s something that’s true for us all.
Before we attach labels and become the role,
He didn’t say he was the only one,
We are all the creators daughters and son’s.
We renamed the divine in the label God,
And in our translation the Truth was lost.
I AM that I AM is what we were told
and if I may be a little bold,
I can lead you to the magic door,
where you can live forever more
If your cell’s were filled with divine power,
Why would you worry and fret this hour?
And yet they are, because here we see,
What was always in front of me,
I AM, is what we have in common,
It can’t be lost, only forgotten.
And yet somehow the time has came,
For u to remember we’re all the same.
We are divided there is no doubt,
Yet Peace on Earth is Heaven’s Shout.
Shall our voice join the choir,
Or will our World be set on fire.
Keep the Faith is the message I hear,
As destiny whispers in my ear,
The Golden Age is here, can it be true?
Is this what’s in front of you?
How good can you stand it, is the question I ask,
Even though I can see the enormous task.
Pure potentiality with the World at our feet,
And here’s the bit that can change the beat,
Separate, there is need to fight,
for violence and the rule of might.
As one with our Creator and all that is,
We can begin creating with eternal bliss.
I was visiting a friend this morning who recently lost someone very close to them and they were telling me this lovely, little fellow had been paying him visits. Needless to say I got the camera out and the bobbing little fellow wouldn’t stay at peace for a minute, but I managed to catch this picture before coming home to learn more about the symbolism of the Robin.
“The red robin reminds us it’s time to shake the sleepiness out of our head (both figuratively and literally), get alert, get moving, and start enjoying life! Spring has sprung, tides have turned, and no matter how crummy or grey our world has been it is time for new beginnings! Enjoy the bright road ahead because it’s only going to get brighter!
Not only is the robin a promise of new beginnings with the new cycle of spring in our midst, it carries symbolic meanings of cheer, joviality and lightheartedness. We can see this in the spring of the robin’s step, and it reminds us of that wonderful song I quoted in the intro of this post. The song also hails the message: “Live, love, laugh and be happy” and that is precisely what the symbolic meaning of the red robin tells us too.”
I felt this was an incredibly synchronistic message for my friend and loved how the title of this blog is almost reprinted in the description, so I thought I’d share it here too. Hope you enjoy it’s buoyant reminder.
Yesterday was an emotional one for me, a time of saying good-bye to a friend and usually not the type of thing I’d share here on the internet but this is my little tribute to a woman who showed so much courage and spirit all her life, a life I only glimpsed a tiny fragment of but am honoured to have shared. She had assigned me a task to pass this reading to her family when she took leave of this physical world and I know she’d want me to share it with you too, in the hope it reaches someone who may benefit from its soothing words. Life is precious, embrace it with your heart wide open and as the final reading reminded us yesterday, slow down and enjoy the dance. Bright Blessings from my heart to yours, Rashelle xox
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