What Truths?

   That all is energy and that energy possess consciousness, and that all consciousness is endowed with creativity, the urge to playfully combine and expand in as many ways possible; that everything is spirit and cannot die, is infinite; that we are spirit and cannot die, we simply change form — as all of creation which organize and explore its own expressions through the law of energy transformation and duration.

   That we design along the way our own experiences; that the contents of our mind, beliefs, thoughts and feelings form our reality: we are the living events in which we participate; that the reality we perceive is the tail-end result of our dreaming, desires and intents projected outwards, objectified, as chosen versions among endless various probabilities.

   We are the living symbols of ourselves. A multidimensional self that is partially, but never totally focused in this world; a self that comes and goes and never "dies"; a self that has eternal validity within or without form, using consciousness as an attribute by which creativity can be explored, and understood.

   That the sacredness of life must be ensured: each lifeform's right to reach and fulfill its potential within its own natural range of possibilities, thus contributing to the quality of living for all; that such innate worth is given to all of creation and all creatures.

   That Earth is alive. She is the mother of all things and all appearances of the natural world; that everybody living on and by her exuberant abundance are relatives, and shall be treated as family members.

   That Love, the loving intent within the ever-becoming fields of being-ness is the power of imagination; the force behind love's propensities towards creative expression, the urge to realize and become more in terms of value fulfillment.

   And that, ultimately, we are here to remember love.

   When we do, we become co-creators with the Creator, with All That Is.

Time to Remember

Before the Beginning of the Beginning

there was Loving Intent.... unexpressed vast fields of beingness, whenever and wherever present,
always in a state of becoming. As One and Only, Loving Intent felt lonely. There was no-one
to play with and no-thing to explore. Love wanted more. Love wanted more of itself, and the
intensity of that desire brought forth creativity of immense proportions: - unfathomable versions
of offsprings propelled out in all directions; playmates, all with the same yearnings to create
loving reflections of themselves. The magnitude of such magnificient intent was not yet birthed
into form, but all over heard.

In the Beginning of the Beginning

there was Sound.... only, but no resonance and no audience, so, Sound felt lonely. There was
no-one to talk to and no-thing to listen at. Therefore it differentiated itself into multidonious
frequenzies, all of them with the same desire to create, compose and to be heard. As Sound
expanded ,the noise became deafening and no one could anylonger hear themselves, as
interference turned music into meaningless chatter. The solution was simple and clever.
A frequenzy range was arranged where all the different sound could locate side by side,
on top of eachother or one within the other. And so dimensions were created, all existing
as One, at Once. The singing, ringing, chanting and playing attracted clusters of light, groups
of atoms and chains of molecules, and Loving Intent was not only heard, but also seen and felt.
And the World began.

In the Beginning

the World was a dream, a place to visit during dream-time. And those who did so used their
dream-bodies as vehicles, knowing well the nature of their true identity and relationship with
their spiritual home. And so more and more music colored the landscapes, and more and more thoughts were put into creation. Those who visited, enchanted by the World´s  extraordinary
beauty and abundant lifeforms, wanted to spend more and more focus there. Now time and space was invented, agreed upon as a root assumption. Gradually attention shifted and the main focus reversed : now  the visitors light-body turned more solid, as their new home, and over time memory faded.

The people, the great thinkers and constructers of Earth., felt lonely. Not from any lack of company, to the contrary, species flourished and the inhabitants grew steadily in numbers, but because they felt separate from their origin, the source: interdimensional travelling, instantanious transportations, clairvoyance, telepathy, weightlessness and all kinds of nonordinary endeavors now belonged to myths, fairy-tales and legends, with little value in the objective world of facts. Death became one of these facts. All beings now identified completly with the given physical body, and they saw and learned that all, sooner or later , must die. The fear of Death rippled out in all directions, in all structures and within almost all minute day-to-day activities. So much even the natural world became something to fear : unreliable forces that could threaten the One and Only life there was to be.

Meanwhile, In Between Time, In Serene Time

Prime Creator, All That Is, being the originator of this infinitive experiment of knowing oneself through ones creations, realized that all differentiations of itself has to reach the same conclutions; that they themselves are the originators of their own reality as creators of their own experiences, and that they, too, know themselves through their creativity. They had simply forgotten. Therefore, out of neccesity and compassion, Prime Creator, immersed itself into as many minds as possible. Upliftning , expansive ideas sprouted and sparks of illumination ignated slumbering awerness as memory slowly returned ; it was time to awake within the dream. Many from the outskirts of the focal point of the unfolding drama to come were called in to emphasize the learning-process: Prime Creator is within all ,and all is sacred, no-one is less than one: to be alone is to be all one.

In Present Time, Exaggerated Time, Exam Time

The Great Thinkers of the world, the humans, eventually found  themselves in havoc and turmoil, eruptions and upheavals, as if everything was turned inside-out and upside-down, and with reverse meanings: wars to protect peace, prisons to defend freedom, poison to cure  maladies and coverups to declare truths and dictatorships to proclaim liberty and justice. Frauds, scams and lies blatantly out in the open,  with nowhere to hide. - What a ride!

"This is insane!" the people exclamed, "Is this what we have in mind?" they asked themselves.
"This is sound!" replaid Sound, "this is sound when frequenzy is out of harmony, when fear prevails
Accordingly, this frantic symphony ripples out as disruptions to all of creation. This is sound"
Sound echoed again "because you must learn from your creations : the fear of not being in control.,
be it yourself, your emotions, your body, nature or death, have made your feelings of powerlessness
come real as controlling forces dictating and circumference almost all areas of your life , massprojections
based on the illusionary power of evil and misinterpretations of god and bad, where god seems to be
the weaker, always losing in favor of the bad, where the lovers are the victims".

"It is time to sing new songs, new songs about the Beauty within All our Relations, the safe and splended ground we share, saluting and honoring the sacredness of Life!" peoples voice gently rose. "Everything matters" interposed a chorusline of molecules, chained together  by attraction and mutual
intent, "the creator and the creations are the same, linked by family-name, sort out the corresponding game!", time-jumping atoms filled in " We are everywhere and forever equally  the painting and the painter, the framer and the frame!" "The spiritual heritage is ours to claim!" replicated the newly awakened people of the Earth, "How on earth is it possible to feel lonely, when we are all One?"

Original paintings by Charlottte Krook 2009-2011 Acrylic on canvas

Honoring of the Feminine - prologue

   Silence was heavy; to many words had gone unspoken, retreated and glued into the
unaudible patterns  engraved in stone and bone, and windfull sky dosed as morning hours
turned midday; dreams quickened, thickened, eager to appear as latest actual news...
...and the seemingly solid pyramide structure, resting firmly on and high above the smaller
matters of groundlevel´s living concerns, took little notice of me in that corner I had come
to rest, to repose and replenish in solitude

  Splendid isolation refills my soul with all that is to recieve not otherwise avaible when 
living in the ordinary world. Spending time in magic nation restores again the strength and
richness that once surfaced this, now, dry and empty lands.


  Before i offer anybody my gifts again, I will contemplate integrity, I will constitute agreements,
making sure no one pick the flowers they come to see and that they leave with empty hands.
          Meanwhile
  I will dwell in this protected place, in splendid isolation, in magic nation, allowing stars to explode,
rain to fall, wind to clean, seeds to grow, only for me, for my comfort and joy. And when time is
right , I will open the gates, only for those who know how to walk this lands.
          Until then, I replenish in solitude.

  Oh, how well I know this sudden thirst, surrounded by refreshed suckers - I now beg the waterbeings
to cry on me! How well I know this weakness of body, being left behind by friends sparkling with
vitality - I now cry for the sunbeings to beam and dance for me! How well I know this heavyness
in mind, filled with garbage from those that settled down - Now I am calling for the windspirits who
knows how to blow the mind - Come!. laugh and laugh again with me, come and play away!
these burdons not of mine. Oh, how well I know this painful hunger, surrounded by fed up visitors
- I now ask the mudbeings of human service to come forth and nurture me!
            Meanwhile
  The moon is giggling along with newborn stars, making roadmaps for games to be; beamy highways
for unknown travellers; clues for clusters of molecules repatterning themselves anew; renegades of
central suns not far from here.
             Will I rest and replenish in solitude

              I am here.
              I have always been here.
             
              I am the oceans before it was crossed.
              I am the woods before it was splintered.
              I am the rock before it was shattered.
              I am the animal before it was divided.
              I am the house before we divorced and no longer shared the same roof.
              I am the ground beneath your feet, knowing you by the way you walk your talk.
              I am the magma within your hearts, knowing you from how you care for self and others,
              how you keep your inner fire.

               
              I express myself through the fire within.
              I expect you to do so, as well, - begin!
              Begin to express the revolutionary power of love!
                                                                       STAND UP!!

                                                                       DANCE YOUR DREAM AWAKE!

                                                                       
                                                                       WE ARE HERE
                                                                       TO REMEMBER
                                                                       WHO WE ARE

Honoring of the Feminine

    " Yes? Who is it?"
   She didn´t expect any visit. Not today. Although, in her dreams she had seen them
coming, returning. The elder woman, tending her garden: wild roses in luxuriant red
and timid pink, untamed clusters of tyme, sage, rosemary and lavender, unnamed
flowers covered in blue and the lushy, most cherished cherrytree next to some others
of simular kind, now dressed in gorgeous apples as fall approached., noticed  her inner
senses announcement as an atmospheric release, a joyful shivering in her bones.
   Her beloved children.
   
   The knocking persisted and she went to the front porch of her house.
   And there they were. Her children. They had travelled far and for long, she could see.

    " We are back. We missed you. We missed your heartful care and your wise ways."
    " I see... and?"
    " We came to retrieve something we lost, or, at least, forgot"
    " So, what did you forgot, my beloved ones?"
    " We forgot to honor the feminine. We dismissed our dreaming-selves and the sense 
     of unity and cooperation, the sense of emotional connection and meaning... and
      loving care vanished as we went along with our buisyness and striving., our sense of
      security within this world disappeared as control and conquering overshadowed
      joyful spontaneity." her children said. with momentarily sad faces.

    " And the magical approach as well, I guess?"
    " Indeed, mother. Not only did we ridicule it, we feared it. So much, magic itself went
      underground. Woman was to be feared, as nature, as almost anything natural, anything
      we considered unpredictable and unreliable. This we have reconsidered and that is why
      we made an halt and came here.... we feel ashame of our arrogance."
    " You should not. You did what you had to do."
    " What do you mean?"
    " You had to leave home. As all children must. You had to cut the connection to your
      roots, to your parents. You had to pretend a distinct separation in order to develop
      your individuality. How else could you establish a firm and solid platform for your goals
      and activities; a clear and precise focus for your experimentations in directing energy
      into matter, if you didn´t closed off and ignored the knowledge provided by the inner
      self, the connector between mundane self and All That Is.

      And now the time has come when you need the feminine, the magical dreamer within,
      to rise to the surface and furher guide your path consciously, helping you to understand
      your creations.
      It is time to realize that everything you percieve and encounter is self-created., the inner
      self being the creator. You cannot move into the new era with ease and discernment
      unless you understand this principle. And you cannot qualify  for this approaching phase
      unless you have understood the profound and divine interconnectedness with Nature
      and all her children. You cannot honor the sacredness of life unless you love. realizing
      all is energy and all energy possess consciousness and that consciousness is endowed
      with creativity, imprinted with the intent of enhauncing the quality of life, for all of its
      expressions."

   Her children were quiet, drifting along with their thoughts, and some touched their
dreaming selves, this she could clearly see and she took her time until resuming:
   " The magical approach..."
   " Yes?"
   " ...is best described as living with ease and trusting life. This simple formula should not
      be misinterpreted as an excuse for avoiding responsibility or indulging in ignorance,
      no, it is simply advicing do not worry. Life as we know it, is the surface-event of
      grander "invisible" activities taking place within our multidimensional reality, and the you
      that you know is but a fraction  of your greater identity, the real you.
      By relying to your inner purposes and solutions, a sense of relaxation and trust may
      very well dissolve many of your worries, thus many of your problems: the dreaming
      self is extreamly creative, always with your best interests in mind.
      This you came to remember, this you forgot.
      And now you are here, because you all felt it is time to loosen up the restricted self
      and the too narrowed focus with which you have so far interacted with, allowing  new
      concepts and perceptions to expand the nature of your reality."

   It was getting late. Her guests were tired. As all travellers are upon arrival at home.
She was suddenly aware of the fact that her little bed-and-breakfast friend were soon to
be expected. The little hedgehog arrived every night to seek shelter within the raked heap
of leaves she purposly arranged as bedroom. Her body responded to a plesant tickling:
yes, there he was, making himself comfortable., ready to dream.

    " Dearest mother, soon we will go to sleep and tomorrow morning,as you know, we are
     going back to our daily concerns,so, tell us about honoring the feminine."
 
  The old wise woman straightened her back as smile sprinkled her eyes; glistering gems
in misty woods; oceans of playful waters ; timetunnels for carriers of light, and she
responded:


    " Everything is born of the feminine. She is the mother of all things, everthing you
      consider real in your world. She is the magical dreamer of life into existence.
      She is Spider Woman, weaver of the fabrics of life, the connector of all worlds, of
      alla directions, all powers and is therefore situated in the center, the heart..
      She is the Woman of the Waters, distributing the sacred fluids, the sacred bloods
      within all of creation. She is the inner Oracle in the cave of your memories, holding
      memories of past, present and future, knowing the story of all.

      The feminine is within everybody and everything.

      Earth is a living, loving entity and everybody living on her body, all her children,
      carries the imprint of eternal integrity and validity. Each and everyone, the most
      miniscule and the least recognized; atoms, molecules, cells, snnowflakes, viruses,
      flies, worms... and the grandest, as part of the environment; deserts, mountains,
      oceans, valleys.... together with the two-leggeds, the four-leggeds, the crawling
      ones and  the winged ones are all connected and endowed with creativity; the
      purpose of fulfilling its own utmost expression, thus enhauncing the quality of life
      for all of  existence.

      Honoring the feminine is honoring the sacredness of life. No regulation, or law,
      can force you to do that, only love. Because you do not harm, surpress or depleate
      that which you love. By staying in your heart, you honor her. When you do, you feel.
      And when you feel, you connect. Compassion and loving care emanates from that
      place where you know everything and everybody to be one. And, most importantly,
      the knowing that all species and nature itself explores reality from a standpoint of
      good intent. Regardless of  what kind of present reality you form and experiment
      with, no matter how many failures or misconducted situations you find yourself in,
,     personally or collectivly, the initial drive is always of good intent. Remember, always.
      The mother is patient and allowing, all loving, knowing her children are here to learn.
      To playfully know themselves by their creations and to mature into responsibility."

  They were all sleeping. Luminous dream-bodies floated and lingered impatiently, eager to
embark no-time journeys; star-lit highways to realms otherwise obscured by daily concerns.

  And she, the mother, undressed her earthly robes, went  to sleep, to meet with other Earths
and discuss which probable one to choose from in the actualization of the new era, the becoming
Earth. ...    hm, she thought... I´d better take this one with me:
                                          Everything is born of the Feminine           
                                   Nothing should be done to harm the Children
as a founding statement... Trust yourselves, follow heart. Walk the Beauty Way. Honor yourselves
and thereby honor me,  your mother. Despite of what you think, your are doing well.
And remember, as your mother, I´m fine.
                            

Some of my paintings

"I never make sketches, neither do I figure out.

I paint directly. As we dream; directly.

I want to evoke memories. To re-member.

Who we truly are: powerful light-beings

in a magical world, where everything is

 connected and where there is no separation.

I paint my longing for freedom.

My fast and immediate technique doesn't

allow me to analyze or judge while I'm painting,

which makes the outcome almost unpredictable

and full of surprises. What's there is there.

It cannot be changed.

My intention is to express beauty. Allowing my

true essence, my innocence, to come forth."

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Viva la Vida!

In these times of overall uniformity (hmm, interesting word), escalating surveillance and dumbing 
and numbing down by mainstream media, the artist's free thinking stands out in stark contrast to the 
ruling order. As a bright, shining star in misty darkness it renders the sightings of the unusual and rare 
to appear, instead of the trivial stare in conventionality, the hearing of the original, instead of listening 
to the herd mentality......a tiny, yet important point of reference, a position marker for those who 
wonder where to find the wondrous and magical InMagicNation..... a small island next to a huge 
continent, a little crack for light to burst forth through patterned conformity, an unexpected 
blossoming in a sproutsafe regimental field, a spark in a bored ocean.......is art and the artist the 
imagical reader and pleader of Freedom of Expression, - the very foundation for an open, tolerant,
loving and beautiful world.

The most constructive and "rebellious" acts we can perform - in the suffocating grip of the New 
World Order- is  to ....BLOSSOM : for me and you to be, and do, the best and most as free and true.

The Power of Creativity

Aren´t we all artists? Of course we are. Nothing exists without a creator.

Everything we percieve in this world is self-created. Both individually and collectively, we  create
second to second, minute by minute from one year to another our own selfadopted image,
our body, and all of the seemingly permanent and stabile objects and fluid events we percieve
as real in our reality.

Some artists are more aware of their skills and more trained in their professions than others.
That is the only difference. We are all in a learning process and we all do our best as we go
along, something to be remembered as we look at the present "picture", showing perhaps some
cut down sequences from the whole or  being viewed from a narrow perspective, not telling
the whole story, not presenting the painting in its enterity. Colors and shadings, and even shadows
are easily misinterpreted by prejudices as depicting the grander creation, which  can only be
seen from the peak of a mountain. But most people doesn´t  take the time and effort to climb
a mountain, but some do.... and they often bring with them, back on ground again, a story different
from the one usually told, officially hold. As each individual have their own version of the panoramic
story, their point of observation truly adds to an expanded view of reality, new dimensions to
the picture under way.... and more so, an increasingly number of people are waking up, realizing
old and rigid structures must go, because they no longer match either the needs, nor the 
experiences of the expanded inner self. They are simply outgrown and needs to be replaced.

As reality mirrors itself, it is, of course, our own beliefs about ourselves  and the nature of reality
that needs to be reconsidered. Past a period of selfexamination, expansive ones can be inserted;
beliefs that reflect our greater identity and its characteristicts of eternal validity,  spontanious
creativity and durability, as consciousness experience itself, within or without form.

( reflexion: who is said to have climbed a mountain, when a mountain appears differently according
to any relative point of observation: from an ant´s worldview a pebble is a rock. And a "mountain"
large enough to have lost its relative dimensions, have ceasted to exist, is to big.... ant-steps are 
giant-steps, seen from another perspective.)

Instead of canvas and colors we use thoughts and emotions, propelled by imagination, in our
artistic constructs and dramas. Instead of the perhaps limited amounts of color or the size of
the canvas, our limitations and restrictions is determined by the beliefsystems we agree to;
what we believe to be true or possible.

If fear and subsequent surpression of our natural impulses rules the way we think, and therefore
acts, prisons of all kinds are created. But prisons cannot hold for long, since creativity always
seeks its expression. The idea of permanency is in itself an illusion. Everything is vibrating,
everything is always in a state of becoming. The power of imagination belongs to everybody.
And the goal, the desire of becoming a conscious co-creator within this reality is written in
the hearts and minds of all of humanity.

Everything is possible, if we believe so. And when we believe so, it will be so.

The Tidal Wave of Rightful Anger - The Power of Love

Some says love is timid and passive, always patient and tolerant, while others point towards
concern, help, commitment and resonance. And rightly so, - indeed, these are attributes and
expressions of love. But few agree to love being aggressive. Aggressive? Love?!
Love, the creative force behing all and everything, is aggressive in its natural and spontanious
state, because love wants to explore and express; love dares, love desires, love acts and love 
creates. The connection is lost or misunderstood, even distorted. The act of birth itself is 
aggressive and so is the bursting forth of any flower, of any leaf.

The power which seeks expression: new forms, new foundations and renewed grounds are
not to be feared. But we have learned to fear Nature and the natural world and therefore
our own natural states of being, thus our own strong emotions, - both love and anger. We
do not trust our spontanious impulses for action, we do not trust natural forces and as a
result often shortcircuit our own power; the natural urge to act.

Some sees a storm as frightening and destructive, banning its raging force. Seemingly
devastating, it breaks up and clears away the dead and rigid, thus preparing new opportunities
for growth, -for creativity to flourish.

Everything is in a state of becoming: consciousness always seeks form. And all forms, all
manifestations are endowed with creativity, the force through which love expresses itself.
Anger is repressed love, surpressed creativity. Expressed anger  breaks up conformity and
releases blocked life-force, held back by fear. Like the lion´s roar, it makes a statement,
- ENOUGH!, it draws a line in the sand. - NO MORE!
When natural aggression, the urge to act, the thrusting-out actualization is channeled  into
creativity, a sense of power emerges. The freedom of energy and expressions is allowed.
But, when that power is hampered, denied its expression - shut down by fear, accumulated
anger builds up like a tidal-wave, rising in rage when finally hitting the point of critical mass.

These accumelated reservoires of withheld energy and the surpressed  dried and starved out
areas, we se all around us: the few ("powerful") dictating the many ("powerless").
But, when the base of the Pyramide - the people, no longer in fear - says NO,
the power-structure breaks, because those few on the top have lost their foundation,
they do not have anyones shoulder to stand on. - The power of the people becomes obvious.

(Those instigating violence, do so from a sense of powerlessness, out of fear, and that is
something to ponder.... also, natural aggression is basically ment to prevent violence.
Love is the lack of fear, and when fear is removed, any situation can change for the better
quickly and drastically) 

Perhaps the most amazing, and important aspect of the peoples occupation of Liberation
Square is the upholding of daily living: some kind of a natural and organic community
emerged within the settlements. Food and water supplies, medical care, security routines,
checkpoints, shavings and haircuttings, prayers, artworks.... was organized and upheld,
despite intimidations and violent attacks, by the people themselves, without any supervising
authority figure or "father". - "Who is your leader? They do not have any leader! Who is the
negotiater?" experts exclaimed during the unfolding uprising - which truly demonstrates the
peoples own capability of governing themselves. At least within a reasonable small  enough
community, -or country. All sharing the same basic needs, regardless of income, profession,
gender or age. And that, carries a powerful meta-message of peaceful, caring and creative
cooperation!.

This breathtaking and groundbreaking protests of loving anger by the egyptian people gives
us all an idea of the magnitude of power been denied its expression for thousends of years,
- now to be heard and known. As a tidal-wave built up, it cannot be stopped once released.
This transformation is but a reflection of the deeply yearned desire for freedom within the
dreaming mind of the collective, applauded and saluted by Grandmother Earth herself:,
knowing all crisis to be therapeutic and constructive, opportunities for growth and
learning, knowing love to be the creative force behing all, and that energy must be
allowed its Freedom of Expression.

And as we all await another story to be told, we anticipate new beginnings to unfold
(who will hijack the peoples power, who will claim to be"the leader", who´s agenda
does this uprising, this destabilization of strategic regions, serve...and, what does
"orderly transition" really means, and the same with "change", - what kind of change,
.into what?)

meanwhile
I dedicate my poem " A Tiny Leaf ", written 1994, to the Egyptian people - living or dead -
because they dared to speak out, thus restored their dignity.


             

               A tiny leaf

               impresses the stone

               leaves its form

               to be read by another time

               A joyful encounter

               travels in all directions

               A kiss creates ripples

               at the other side of the ocean

               The sun sees

               Earth´s eye

               Any every being

               imprints the earth

               leaves its form

               to be found by the heart of eternity

               A single breath

               lives forever

               joined with wind

               A spark holds its integrity

               while embraced by the fire

               The Earth sees

               ignitely Stars

and celebrate the vitality and power of the People - Viva La Vida!

A peaceful, just, sane and balanced expression is what we are looking for. Or, rather , looking
forward to, in the forthcoming new era on Earth.

written by Charlotte Krook, artist, poet and teacher 

Some of my poems

Warriors’ Freedom

What we are supposed to do

- I do not

What we are not expected to

- I do

Wherever we are steered to go

- I stay

Whenever we are told to stay

- I go

When our attention is drawn to the right

- I choose the wrong

When the masses are herded one direction

- I choose another

not out of the need to be different

rather lonely looking for truths

far from sight unnoticed I stalk

beyond the comfort zone

shall I cross until  I understand
what kind of force controls my mind
who is behind drawing the circumscrib
what poisionious inheritance
confines the circumference
confiscating uncharted land

where truth resides dismantled and plain
obvious for those courageous enough to sustain
uncomfortable answers to the question why

will I go while the rest stays in place
towards my freedom of expression
the freedom to be the magnitude of who I am
- to do what excites me
- to go where I rather be
roving infinitive ways
stalking shadowy trace
farther to expand

into arrows of light
might get thee dark ones hence
transformed into multicolored rays
of impeccable action and intent
fearlessly brave
touching any enemy I see
as unfaced shadows eager to be free
knowing any enemy to be
unknown portions of me

Divine is my mother

Purpose of restorement

is now unfolding

present in every

human mind

minor steps

of human kind

please your selfs

restore thy hearts

body-wise

I am forever

intact

well intentioned

ideas explored

Restless hearts

I am intact

body-wise

Replace your trust

in my purpose

everything

is in a state of becoming

Yet

I am that I am

forever

everywhere

Your mother I am fine

Rediscover Earth

as a safe and

splendid place

Recollect your

memories again

Re-member

I am fine

Honor  your body

as a divine place

to dwell in a

living temple

and thereby

honor me

Those of you

who are in alignment

with enlightment

will be safe

those of you

who change

will stay

and those who aren't

willing

to make that move

will go

I assure you

there will be oppurtunities

for all

to make

necessary arrangements

listen carefully

I am your mother

I am fine

It is time

for rejuval

retreaval is now

beginning to show

its presence in

every human mind

this kind

of oppurtunity so long

awaited

is here

it is time

to let go

for those

unwilling to change

I will stir my waters

I will shake my bones

I will send my voice

I will throw my thunder

unleash my purpose

of renewed honor

will I embrace

those of you

who choosed to stay

will a promise

of restored youth

and dignity

as my children

never to be harmed

or left behind

is the kind

of change

so long

awaited

as your mother

I am fine

My True Nature

Whatever you think I am

- I am more

Your incapability of receiving

more of who I am

reflects your limitations

- not mine

Whoever you think I am

- I am less

Your capability of dressing

me in layers of clothings

mirrors your prejudices

- not mine

When my light is hidden

you cannot see me

no matter how many flashlights

beaming my direction

- my beauty is invisible

I will remain undetected

I am the wind above

I am the mud below

I am the fire within

I am the water beyond

I am the love behind

In order to discover my abundance

my excuberent beauty

a complete self recognition is necessary

a new interpretation

of true selfhood is required

because

You cannot hear my voice

by listening with your ears only

while the rest of the body is numb

You cannot discover my scent

by smelling with your nose only

while your heart is closed

You cannot see my true nature

by looking with your eyes only

while the soul is not at home

You cannot touch my body

unless you feel 

safe enough to merge

You cannot understand my expressions

unless you love

yourself enough to identify

You cannot follow me

unless you trust

your identity enough

to set your spirit free

because I am

a queen with no name

a king with no crown

a nation without borders

I am the celebration of grace,

the creation of beauty,

the ever expanding field of beingness,

I am the fire of all, the love for every.

Beloved Son

What wondrous calculation,

what spectacular administration

within the cosmic mind,

brought you and me together

so precisely in the fabrics of time

how long did we have to wait

until both of us were ready to leave

our concluded tasks and locations

for yet another conjunction,

until the coordination points

of traversing line

called one another,

what kind of correspondance

preceeded such incline

what well-chosen dictation were at hand

able to pinpoint this tiny fleeting moment

on the frequency band,

this master plan of idea construction,

indeed and undoubtebly divine,

of sensational living

through the seasons of earthly land

This I wonder, beloved son,

as we share this precious ordinary living,

all  days, and I, on rare occasions

are permitted to look into

your eyes and have a glimpse

of your private universe, reflecting

portions of you are

all ways, some place else

where I do not belong

your present corporeal expression

is but a fraction of your greater self

how grateful I am to have been granted

the honor of being your mother,

this time. We are here.