She

She stood lonely on the mountain top, surveying all the World

She wandered back in time to when she was just a girl.

She looked over land and sea, her eyes wet with tears.

She searched for answers in the midst of her fears.

She walked the path back down, determined not to fall.

She answered the silent voice no-one but her could hear call.

She crumpled like a piece of paper, more than she’ll admit.

She moved forward step by step, determined not to quit.

She fell to her knees, laying broken on the floor.

She surrendered everything, leaving her baggage at the door.

She danced in the moonlight as the rain washed it all away.

She sings Halleluiah in praise each and every day.

She shines even brighter, now she walks The Way.

#TheWay #She #Halleluiah

The End

“We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them. ” Albert Einstein

Dear Doctor,

Do you think perhaps you piqued too soon?

To notice the sun and the moon,

Like Freud, did you get hysterical

About a woman’s cycles?

Or like Jung, did you fear the dark?

Unknowing how to handle, how to protect

Yourself from the demons of the night,

Did you get a fright when the mirror looked back at you?

Calling you to see, to listen, to face the truth?

Or did you run and hide from the light,

Scared its power would reveal your shadow,

Your ego calling you to think you know it all?

That there wasn’t more you could learn?

That those with other qualifications,

Might understand sedation

Better than you. With experience

And the wisdom of the ages

As their teacher. You judged them as a preacher.

And failed to see the power, in the hour

Where they had been called to stand,

To not “wholly comply” with the lies.

To reveal what they knew, what they had been taught,

The gifts they had been given as they prayed to heaven,

For a better world, for more healing, for more feeling,

For light to shine in the darkness

And truth and justice to prevail

in the end.

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2008/mar/02/mythoftheantipsychotic

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piquerism

https://psychdata.blogspot.com/2005/09/generation-ritalin-australia.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bad_Pharma

You’re a riot, Alice.

“Hurry, Alice.” the white rabbit quipped, looking over his shoulder to make sure she was keeping up.

“I don’t feel too good, I think there must be something in the water I drank.” Alice replied. “I feel all floaty light, like I might fly away.”

“Oh good, hopefully you fly quicker than you walk.” Rabbit said checking his watch impatiently.

Alice stopped, breathless. “Maybe I just need a good Earthing, I’ll take my shoes off and see if that helps.”

Frustrated with the lack of action the white rabbit hopped from foot to foot, “You’re a riot, Alice. What are you going to do next? A sun dance?” 

“Maybe, but only if you join me. Now, where is it we’re heading again?” Alice asked looking a little bewildered.

“Narnia or perhaps you would prefer Oz but then we’d miss the biggest party Womderland has ever seen, or have you forgot about that too? You really are away with the faeries today!”

“We couldn’t possibly go to Oz today, Mr. Rabbit.  I’ve left Toto in the house.” She laughed, picking up her shoes and starting to skip barefoot beside him, “I feel much better now anyway. Let’s go have some fun”

#Mixedlit #Wonderland #Toto #Alice #WhiteRabbit #Narnia #Oz

Semper Fidelis

Forgive me father for I have sinned.

but I won’t sit in a box with a human

to confess to a church that closed its doors

on me before I was even born.

I am too proud for that.

Forgive me father for I have sinned,

robbing Peter to pay Paul

l transformed the bombs to love

and protected innocent children

I done the best I could.

Forgive me father for I have sinned

I haven’t worshipped the temple

but instead choked it with smoke

until at times there was no air to breathe

I’m not perfect and I’m not meant to be.

Forgive me father, for I have sinned

My inherited guilt, crucified from birth

by a church that wanted me to live in fear

Chained me to the ground with a heavy load.

I’ve broken free now, redeem me.

Forgive me father, for I have sinned

Ignoring my truth, in favour of a story,

an idea, a vision I held of what must be

To give others something I didn’t have.

I’m here now and have improved my ways.

Forgive me father for I have sinned.

I doubted, but I didn’t close the door.

I trembled, thinking I was alone at times.

I feared, the dreams were just a tease

I’m now being carried and fly with ease.

Semper Fidelis, Rashelle

#Confessions #redemption #timetofly #Feckit #Gottobedone #SemperFidelis #RR #Shortie

To Tyranny, unjust

Celebrate if you must,
The demise of freedom,
To express, to trust,
The denial of liberty,
Of free will, of choice
To tyranny, unjust
Interventions, crazed
Inventions, manipulated,
Media stories, reliving
Past glories of freedom
Fought and died for
By the brave, to save
Us from being enslaved,
To the grave, dead
Inside, shriveled lives
Masked as news,
Propaganda fills the
Airwaves. The spaces
In between, unseen
I can’t breathe,
Nobody cares because
The papers don’t declare

A Classic Combination

The broken butterfly

And the rocking horse

A classic combination

Repeating through time

Castles and crescendos,

Saucy innuendos,

Rhythms and routines

Silent and secret screams

Super squirrels,

Saving the day

Bright lights

Leading the way.

Shared seasons,

Fated reasons,

Destiny revealed

Lips unsealed

Free, to love

To breathe

To fly

Athena

Athena is home

The temple alight

old structures in dust

at her feet. She raises

her head to the sky,

in thanks. She calls

the artists, the singers,

the peacemakers, the poets.

Come out to play,

it’s our time now

Sing, dance, rejoice

Warm your face

in the rays of the sun

Breathe deep, deeper,

Deeper still, awaken

all of your senses

Let them lift you

higher and higher

and follow your heart

All the way

to Paradise.

Her Story

Her name was there,

written in the book.

She knew what they’d think

when they chose to look.

She laughed out loud,

knowing what they’d say.

She knew what they’d think

so she blew all her cares away.

She laughed even harder

with every page she turned

She sighed with relief

as she felt the fire return.

Seeing her story right there,

unveiled before her eyes

She smiled in anticipation

as she fully realised,

Even the burdens are blessings,

ordained before conception

In her mind, a reflection

of the sacredness,

of the words written

revealing her story

in all its glory,

from beyond time

in the book of life.

Twenty Twenty

The time the sun went down and all of life walked in darkness. The year the world crashed into starkness. The moon still shone, lighting the night and we tried to survive with all our might. Shadows walked the Earth, some even danced but most of all, fear kept us entranced. The torch was lit but it was dim, it was time to look within. Cast out the demons until only truth remained. Accepting it all, even the pain. The dragon flew and the fire burned, that world now gone, would never return. Imprisoned in darkness, she discovered her light and now the promised land was in sight. Follow the signs, the path is clear. Keep moving forward, don’t worry my dear. Keep heart and keep standing tall, shine like the sun, on one and all. You’ve come through the worst and the best is yet to come so lift up your voice and sing to the sun. Dance round and round like the stars of the night and always try to do what is right. Have faith in tomorrow and in you too, remember often to make time to love you. Spoil yourself once in a while, laugh when you can and through the tears, smile. When the rain comes, rainbows shine through, a chorus of colour to serenade you. Join them in song through the joy and the pain, for flowers to blossom, it takes the sun and the rain.

Kaboom!

Inconclusive coincidences

an inability to comprehend

or deliberate detouring,

downplaying, delaying

the inevitable, that

time will reveal.

The energy rises,

uncontrollable,

unstoppable

KABOOM!!!

Cause and effect,

a universal law,

and not the only one.

It’s coming, the fury,

the rage, the incandescent

burning, the torch of truth

lay bare for all to see

shamelessly exposing

revealing all…

inconclusive coincidences.