No War in Syria

No War on Syria

Stop threatening our future, with your silly games.
All your menacing antics, you really should be ashamed.
Call yourself men, I’ll tell you this.
You are all behaving like silly little kids.

There are not toy soldiers, or rubber bullets you aim.
All for some perceived power and a little fame.
The patriarchs time is over, it’s time for dominance to end.
And women are at the ready to help our World mend.

It is time for balance, for women to have a voice.
So if you’d like to shut up now, I’ve had enough if your unruly noise.
Your greed it insults me as you do this in my name.
And even though I renounced you, you are still causing me such pain.

My heart aches for my family all around the World,
For all the beautiful children, the innocent boys and girls.
It’s time to end the madness and let sanity prevail.
The only way I see is to put the leaders in jail.

Leaders should be the example of what we want to see,
Not bullies, liars and cheats full of hypocrisy.
I don’t want your protection if it looks like this,
I’d rather live in peace and eternal bliss.

Every single human, no matter where they are.
Have the potential within to be the brightest star.
Let us spend our money on education and working with the Earth,
Helping people see exactly what they’re worth.

War is a psychopath’s dream
The craziest money making machine.
It creates damaged people who recreate more chaos,
Instead let’s find a way to reach homeostasis.

A body of cells working together as one,
Celebrating that we share the same sun.
Our life’s are a blessing, it really is so.
So let’s stop this madness and get on with the show.

©2013 copyright Rashelle Reid

http://intellihub.com/2013/08/27/war-syria-rallies-happening-saturday-august-31-worldwide/

Adeo Salus

 

Adeo : to approach, visit, come to, undertake.

Salus : health, safety, well-being, salvation / salutation.

Picture by Rashelle Reid
Picture by Rashelle Reid

Gifted to the people, with a Golden Key.

From those who walked before us who gave so generously.

Sitting barren and deserted, with locks upon the doors.

No longer helping anyone with all their pain and sores.

Memories of the service aren’t filled with joy and glee,

Dentistry more like torture and sex advice for free.

Adeo Salus greets your eyes as  you look above the door.

Begging you to question the tales from old folklore.

Philanthropy was part of this magnificent town of ours,

Poets, Patterns, and Pride in some of our finest hours.

The snail case must have contributed to the culture of blame,

And when we think of the witches, many hold their head in shame.

With curiosity I wonder what else was lost,

When the libraries were looted and the bombs were dropped.

It seems some knew the secrets of the Saints and Sages,

The magic of the Alchemists passed throughout the ages.

We’ve cut off the life-bringer, directly at it’s Heart,

Built shops upon the river, known as the Cart.

The arteries are clogged and the wells run no more,

And maybe it’s time now to open up the shore..

Let the energy come back to life,

Welcome good times, say goodbye to strife.

I know there is investment, but who does it serve?

As once again the Council do a body swerve.

The green-belt will soon be as thin as string,

That’s if they decide to leave anything!

With purpose let’s sit together and see what we need,

And let our Council serve it’s people not get lost in the greed.

If each one of us, took some time to care.

There’d be thriving communities for us all to share.

Could the flame of the heart be reignited?

By discussions and ideas from those well cited.

Maybe a hub, with an alternative view,

Maintaining the focus, It’s all about you.

Healing, learning, debates all in one central space,

Co-creating together in divine grace.

From surviving to thriving, it’s easy you see.

When you change your thoughts from me to we.

©2012 copyright ~All Rights Reserved www.rashellereid.com

Eternal Bliss

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.

Copyright Rashelle Reid All Rights Reserved
  

The Truth Matters

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 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.
  

Dissolving the Illusion

As I read the daily news, reading stories and hearing views,

Celebs and Royals dominate the pages,

There are no words of the Saint and sages.

Conditioning some call it,as the stories unfold,

Leaving the truth rarely told,

Our rights you see, are being stripped away,

By puppets of power every day.

Yet few seem to notice as they go about their life,

Oblivious to the potential strife,

A New World Order is badly needed,

But not one that sees people super-ceded

Agenda 21 and Codex Ailmentarius, are gaining some speed,

And that’s why I encourage each of you to read,

It’s up to us, we all must stand,

Face our fear before it gets out of hand,

The answers they tell you are inside you,

Listen to your body it knows whats true,

Stop repressing your anger, let your voice be heard,

We’re not sheep or cattle so step away from herd.

It really is all love but how can it be,

With all the evil I’ve seen in front of me,

Levels of vibrational energy is the clue you need,

To move to bliss from apathy and greed,

Now it makes sense and I see the way,

to humanity’s brightest day,

Dissolving the illusion really does start with you,

Choose courage my friend, and together we’ll rise,

And as one we’ll shine like stars in the skies.

Rashelle x

Little Drummer Boy

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!

The Red, Red, Robin

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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 following information and more was found on http://www.whats-your-sign.com/animal-symbolism-robin.html

“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.

Love,

Rashelle x

Death is Nothing at All

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

Death is Nothing at All
Henry Scott Holland

Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away
into the next room.

I am I,
and you are you;
whatever we were to each other,
that, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way
which you always used,
put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air
of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we shared together.
Let my name ever be
the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all
that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.

All is well.

Looking Beyond…

Fantasy Fairies073

Sometimes we look beyond,

And dream of what could be,

Forgetting where we focus,

Is often, all we see.

As we pine for nature in the concrete mess,

Our hearts get weary, our bodies stressed,

A simple shift is all it takes

To soften all heart-aches,

I am here before your eyes,

As the rain falls gently from the sky.

When the tears run down your face,

I pray your heart feels my grace,

Your pain, it is clear to see,

Is that you’ve separated you from me,

As the drops trickle down the pane,

Do you see the miracle of rain?

The cars, the buildings and all that is,

Is a symbol of eternal bliss.

Though man-made they’re still divine,

As you and me are eternally entwined.

No matter how it looks, sweet friend,

I am here, there will be no end.

Together we arise, as once we fell,

Now its time to create heaven not hell,

I mean for the many not for the few,

‘Cause just like me, they’re part of you.

Forgiveness is the key, you’ll find,

To all the treasures deep inside.

With weeping hearts we all have seen,

What happens when men turn mean,

Now, it is time to celebrate,

As we journey to our divine fate.

Heaven on Earth for all to see,

Let’s do it together, you and me.

Rashellle Reid, 2012

Someone Threw Down Their Weapon Today – A Poem by Kelly Flack

“The pioneers of a warless world are the youth that refuse military service.”
Albert Einstein

Someone threw down their weapon today.
They said “no more”, and walked away.
A tear was shed and a smile was had
as the person said quietly, “no more bad”
This happened eight thousand miles away
As I sat in my home on this warm Summers day
And I sent out an energy, born of pure love
From Australia to Israel, through heavens above.
Someone threw down their weapon today
As vibrational energies flowed their way
And they opened their eyes and they felt with their heart
And decided today, they would make a new start
And this person, though eight thousand miles away,
Touched another with beautiful words he did say:
“A thought I just had said theres no need to fight
I’ve been told I must shoot and it doesn’t feel right
So I’m walking away from this blood and this fear
And I hope you will join me right now, right here”

  And he held out his hand for the person to take

They gazed at each other as around them did shake
And the second man saw in his good friends eyes
That the killings bred only more hate and more lies
So another gun fell as the two men held hands
And they smiled and nodded, their actions felt grand
Then ANOTHER man saw them, the message was shared
From one man to another, all life must be spared
Regardless of where you might live on this Earth
A vibration of Love helps us realise our worth
We are brothers and sisters that may be worlds apart
May we step into Love and ALL live from the Heart
Do what “feels” good, live a passionate life
Put your focus on joy, not on worry or strife
From the hearts in the Earth, from my Soul and above
From Australia, I send you, Dear Reader – Much Love
Written by Kelly Flack ~ 18th November 2012 – Peace
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