A woman’s hope is sometimes strong it shows unbending love. Hope is flickering like a candle in the wind; look closely the tiny dancer is in the flames of purification of a hope not in vain. For the creator’s wounds were freshly bound and reclaimed so hope would live and proudly proclaim victory over the darkness of an enigma or our own paradox within our ego’s closet. There our ego stands without light or understanding with ego’s voice to listen to it’s self alone. Hope has buried deep in the folds of the death of ego’s reign. Giving up all to let the tender light let it go to the beyond of knowing. The death proclaims no victory over the living fire of hope’s love, freed to live within me.

Spiritual love is so fresh and light you cannot control it. Yet it satisfies you. With our Smiles and a warm glow of light we buzz with joy beyond measure. You turn your face towards the sun and become filled with love and joy as peace tugs your heart strings. Through the wonderment of the children you can catch a glimpse of heaven.

As the heart turns and soars on high with the eagles your ears and eyes are opened to hear the music of the angel’s. How can anyone be content with pain, struggle, strife and poverty? These things are that which brings you to the threshold of god’s house with the invitation to come. You were summoned by him to receive all he has waiting for you through his spiritual love.

Love has many names and a face it shows it’s self in the strangest places. Just when you think you’re done with it here it comes again with a sappy song. Some tears are shed and words unsaid with longing and pain for the love in vain.

Love is quiet and auspiciously loud it can be found in a crowd. Love has silver, lining softly riding the clouds musing, smiling while silently crying.

The animals and nature couldn’t be better as you quietly sit down to read that long, love letter.

Love is in music, painting the sounds of love in the master piece of life. Love even comes for a husband and a wife and children too, so why can’t it come for you?

YOU CAME AND REMOVED MY RIND SO I COULD WALK IN LOVE, THE BOUND KNOW ME NOT!  YOU SENT ME SO THEY COULD BE FREE.

ALL YOUR CHILDREN HAVE LOVE FROM ME TO COME THIS DAY AND RECEIVE HIM WHO GIVES FREELY.

A SOUL FELT FROM GOD THAT YOU SHOULD NEED A ROD TO REMOVE A CURSE BUT THROUGH ONLY YOU’RE VERSE, LET THE CHILDREN OF EGYPT COME HOME.

LET THEM SEE THEIR SIN AND BECOME AS A FISHER OF MEN. JESUS WILL BRING THEM IN, HE GIVES WISE COUNCIL.

FOR HE WAS GIVEN THE UNCIRCUMCISED TONGUE TO SPEAK THE WORDS OF WISDOM TO SAVE MEN,WOMEN, AND CHILDREN WHO WERE LOST THROUGH THEIR SINS, CONFUSION AND ALL OF LIFE'S ILLUSIONS.

HE SAT THEM ON THE PATH OF REDEMPTION THROUGH THE DOOR OF SALVATION BY THE RENDERING OVER OF THEIR SINS.  REMOVE THE MIRROR SO THEY CAN SEE ALL YOUR GLORY AND COME ON HOME.

THANK YOU LORD JESUS FOR BEING OUR GUIDE TO AIDE US IN WALKING BY EXAMPLE WITH THE WALK OF CHRIST.  JUST AS YOU DID, LET EVERY ONE THING GIVE AS YOU DID.

FATHER HEARS MY PLEA. LET THE ANGELS OF ISREAL FREE. AMEN.

TRULY MOSE'S DAUGHTER.

Skill is not always as it should be or what you think it is. There are hidden gifts inside the friction. There lies the way to a graceful life.  You are not what you do: it then becomes a mirror to provide a higher learning in your evolutionary process.

  Thus you are given a higher skill and levels grown in leaps and bounds.  The zen garden expresses the essence of life and a highly perfected skill.  Today as i sit by the wayside calling up the gardens of senses i view the placement of things in the garden of my soul.  I see that it needs manicured.  As my very thought is in action it arranges the action of self to suite my visions but is this reality?

  I know there are billions of possible answers and come to the conclusion it is in perfect state as it was before i changed its placement.  With in the desire for it to be perfected in my minds eye it gave a glow of deep scarlet in appreciation of the acknowledgment that my provider was perfect in all things.

As my life gets so complex, I slowly massage my neck. I scratch my head knowing I’m truly dead. I can't begin to express my loneliness.  I can sit here in my room contemplating my doom.  This cloud of gloom won't pass me by. Alas, I don't know why.

You were a last reach at humanity. I guessed at the decision and got such a calamity.  All I wanted was a friend. Instead I lost all hope in the end of sanity.

As I felt my head leave my neck, you bagged my air and said what the heck; you tried your best, a feeble attempt, at a molesting order. I said look over your shoulder, a sky so blue and clear it removed the tears from my eyes as I said goodbye.

You so coldly left my body in such a disarrayed exposed to all on that horrible day.  In the back seat of a car, white in color, I always knew it would be a brother.  One with no sense of others only a frustration unto himself his impotency and broken mind has caused my death before it's time.

There is only one thing left to do as I cruse toward the judgment land. I'll ask god to forgive you.  As you walk this life, just remember your fall from grace and try to make a vow to always protect instead of ****,  To hold dear and get out of your own way make it clear you were to let go and to stay clear.

To learn and live, find another, begin again. Just remember your vow remains till time will end.  Your death could be eternal over and over again.  Through the non ending flames of his judgment, fear lives long, but forgiveness wins.

On this long, drawn out journey from the vilest of things to the sweetest smell of flowers that linger upon the air.  My journey wasn't alone I came with a sister; we walked so much I had a blister.  Along comes a bus and we're off and sitting with the discussion of things. So down to the beach we went. I could feel your wonder so as my feet hit the sand.  We were truly in another land.

A place of beauty alive with awe just for you.  I soon found myself saying Take a long look; the flowers are for you my sister to aide in your heart felt plea for others. I traveled far and wide to the land where starfish hide, purple in color.  I ask a local surfer girl to intercede for our brothers.

I gave you a skin with strings, complete with gifts and things. We asked her to ride out for the best wave of her life to release our plea at 403 at four points west, she did her utmost best.  
We stood in the sand with living waters as we watched god paint the most impossible of things.  The sunset so pure for those that received pure fresh air at a moment’s glance. My heart began to draw near and dance.

Out of the mouth of babes was pure joy to have saved the rest was the part I liked best.  My feet glued to the sand I knew you sent god for man, one to walk hand in hand.

I've smiled so big that it uncovered the diamond from within the shark’s teeth as the dolphins went crazy.  I knew what just landed, it's locked until time.

When the hour is near I'll be on time but if I'm not, please grab me so I can sit at the bridegrooms table inside of Jerusalem without a spot.

A feast of time, sentient beings, bring found favor in our hearts to save us from ourselves and let each others army live together all in one house.

Through the power of belief and ascension comes a man's redemption, through the house of David comes a silver thread of family ties.

The daughter of Moses, a true sister of Zion, a mother of love and a child of god all within four points west.

Our lives cross many paths and many people with such alien thoughts to our own and as all mixes in we take on a piece of that energy. I pray those who randomly take from others remember they will not own the energy taken it is specific to the one vamped. If you run on others you are an alien dead and void of humanity. We all want what we don't have so think about it a moment even in your dreams you are not in body so where you choose to go and who you do is another choice.  Let us all reach for higher reasoning and stop taking without asking. Most are unaware of the energy taken till sickness comes and forgetfulness runs rampant through your mind or what is left of it. Be aware and awake to own your waking and sleeping mindful right use of control and consciousness.

Our lives are not our own it is a higher realm of being that we all are made of.   The creators creative spark, how can we take advantage of our own blessings with clear consciousness after behaving like lower humans?  A take on the word god has many faces, names and realities for all of us to arrive as pure spirit. The pure spirit we are comes from his hand not ours so you can give it up or turn it in for less but trust is inevitable.  The  darkness of the soul has  misunderstandings and losses  do occur in this area it is not eternally safe to exist as a dark being for when judgment comes the light will posses the darkness like a  bad habit with little thought who it consumes to be no more.... I choose to live life as it was meant to be  higher spirit wins in the end, always the creator never looses so truly there is no choice to be made as i do not own myself he does.  It all was given free and clear over the freedom of will his will be done, I have nothing to do but go where i am asked to go and to do as he requires me to do this is not alien *** it is gods way to make sure his children come back to his pureness of being for the last time. To live as forgiven and to be redeemed with a free salvation card to be a rider in the best of plans till you are required to do another assignment.

Some get trapped in the astral having *** like rabbits those are the ones who were trapped in the flesh as well as becoming embedded into the astral. School is the place to go to. Learn all that is required , seek the life you choose to have , see where you have failed in the past life and move on... live jump off the door step of  the most high's house and enjoy life as it is your lessons, trials, and corrections of the spirit we need to be free of the lower alien ***......

Tenderness is a touch , a thought, a feeling of bliss. Standing in awe, tenderness is a euphoric experience. Tenderness of woe is the self-love reached for to console pain and strife throughout your life.

Tenderness is all encompassing, never ending, just a healing of a beginning. The beginning is the understanding of worth and justness. I crave a night with tenderness not lust. Woe can take control leaving you motionless. Longings leaves you with aches and pains.

Tenderness is like a man with plenty of drink: it eases a free flow of reality, intensified by serene intoxication. Some like the stench and others request the volume of commitment in this decision.

Tenderness of woe is like mercury, hard to hold. You can chase it, ever moving, breaking into thousands of pieces. What happens when you catch it and consume it?

Much like a chocolate bar, sweet tasty, lightly caressing, leaving you wanting more. Seduction at it's most subtle. Woe is me how does sweet death fit our spirituality? How does it serve humanity?

Only when tenderness of woe is shared with others does it set us free into the service of spirit how can I heal thee?


I promise to listen and to truly feel your plight. Send me your questions and answers shall come in the night. To read and find our dreams have meanings tis our desire to have the light. Woe is me I feel the tenderness of woe does you right.

The Gift Of Conscious Creation


The supreme happiness of life is the conviction of being loved for yourself, or, more correctly, being loved in spite of yourself.

-Victor Hugo


Date: Wednesday, April 8, 2009, 1:37 AM


Divine greetings beloved way showers! We are the Spiritual Hierarchy present with you to offer insight about your next steps on the journey into oneness.
Long ago there was a call in your heart to awaken to your divine splendor as a radiant being of light. Virtuously, you answered the call to keep your head above the swells and torrents of the rising frequencies on this planet, your beloved earth.

What lies before you now is a new set of rules, new challenges to overcome, but challenges in the name of unity, connectivity and with unprecedented levels of love that surround each of you.

What we would like to discuss with you this day is your special part in the grand scheme of planetary changes. First we would like to assure you that you are well on your way to what we call the path of active service, though service really does no justice to the name for what we call service is really the souls expression of pure joy.

Your deepest joy, as a beloved child of God, is a joy that is expressed through you in divine covenant as a benevolent force of good on this planet and for the resurrection of peace, cohabitation and divine love.

As servants of God’s will, your joy is unmatched in rivalry; it is this flow of divine grace that runs through you as a clear conduit uplifting all in its path. It is the flow of God’s grace that nurtures your every whim and answers your every call as the universe aligns and dances with your light as you become a conscious co creator of divine will.

Beloved servants of God, we call to you in remembrance of your holy plan and to remind you that your plan as a way shower of pure potential begins and ends with you!

What is important for you to now deeply realize is that you are the creator of all that you experience within & without.

Because of this, your inner dwelling must become the purified temple of Christ consciousness to be contained within, that which enables the continual flow of higher dimensional love to support the life that you see clearly in your minds eye, and feel deeply within your heart-space.

The moment in your life when you made the choice, the choice to live to your full potential and to radiate the full splendor of Christ’s love, was also the moment that you willingly walked forth into the line of fire.

We say this so that you will realize that the path you have chosen, the path to freedom and to your heart’s desires, is indeed the path of full human potential, but that whatever is blocking you from your highest intentions to co create a life of peace, passion and joy must be expunged. To co create with the divine and heavenly bodies of light that surround you, you must be free from all lower thought forms delivered from evil, so to speak.

In this, the realization that you already have all that you desire within you, is not just a cliché or a mark of happenstance it is a deeply laden truth that you must come to see and to embrace fully in the light of All.

For your light shines ever so brightly! It is only the darkness of outworn beliefs and illusions that limit you, that temporarily dampen your shine. To shine again, you must do nothing other than let go of all those beliefs that no longer serve you and to do this; to really do this effectively, you must first come to the level of knowing that this is indeed true.

Once you have achieved the state of knowing that you are beyond powerful, beyond capable to rise above the heaviness of any darkness that surrounds you, you are already 90 percent there.

Do you see this? Do you see that there is nothing to do per say, but to unload all heaviness?

For yes, this is the simplest truth dear ones this is the truth that you may search for in many external ways, yet we share with you that it can only be found within.

The inner strength that you posses to rise up and rise up against the weight of your past-conditioned beliefs is already deeply there. You must only strive for and crave the freedom even more! More than your past conditioning will have you to believe.

Divine passion is God’s fuel the fuel of freedom that will continually lift you above all strife.  Passion is the fuel that will keep you continually upward bound. Yet we also share that passion alone will not serve to clear the way to your truest desires.

Passion will create the impetus necessary to catapult you to higher levels of living. Passion will lift your sights beyond the mundane to where miracles can serve you, but it will be for your daily discipline to sustain and free you.

What we mean is this to rise above the mental planes of discord and strife so prevalent in your world today, you must have a mechanism, a tool within you that you can turn to each time a thought arises that you are less than, that you are incapable of achieving your dreams.

For certainly there will be those times when your dreams seem far out of reach, but we assure you that these times are the times when you are needed to rise above those beliefs most ardently.

In doing so, you free yourself...each day, each hour, each minute that you choose to believe in the higher voice...in the knowing that these times will come to pass.

Freedom comes by your daily will to concede to a higher plan.

How you ask?

And we will share, that to align to your higher plan daily means nothing more or less than staying connected to your dreams, feeding your passions, honoring what feels good and accessing the power behind those intentions.. and to never waver in and out of the thoughts that will have you believe that you are capable of less... for surely those thoughts also create.

Healing begins with the mind, for when the mind is not aligned with your higher will, it creates energetic disturbances and discordance in your electromagnetic field that keep you bound. Therefore, we remind you how imperative it is to your well being and to your forward momentum to keep your mind solely focused on only what it is that you desire each and every moment that you are captured by thought.

Each time you waver, each time you honor a thought that is less than what your intended outcome will be, you run the risk of plummeting your dreams in a downward spiral, a direction less suited for true freedom.

And each time you align with the voice within that reminds you that you are creating, in every moment, the reality that you experience, you align with the power of what is and therefore the pure potential of what can be.

Beloved wonders, you are empowered and sovereign beings of light here to concrete the physical, emotional, mental, & spiritual realities that you feel deeply within your heart. This is the creation of your life, the greatest creation of all, and it is an ever-unfolding path of greater divine love & feelings of bliss.

Did you know that the love you experience in your life is an exact reflection of the love you that you allow yourself to feel?

It is true! To increase the reflections of love in all you do, in those you meet, you must increase the love quotient within yourself. Love yourself daily by reminding yourself that you are made of pure love and that you are the empowered creator behind all you choose.

Choose consciously, in each moment that presents itself to you, choose with love, and your choices will begin to reveal themselves immediately in how you are feeling.

Are you feeling loved? Then your recent choice was aligned with your highest good. Are you feeling unloved? Then your recent choice was aligned with less than your potential.

When you feel like the radiant being of light who you truly are, you will experience life as you envision it to be. If not, you must simply choose again. And again. And again until you have achieved the external reality that matches your heartfelt desires.

These choices come to you in every now moment the choice to believe in the reality that you see with your physical eyes, or the reality that knows that everything can be exactly as you en-vision.

Remember dear souls, real-reality becomes real when you enliven it with attention and be-lie-f; when you choose to feed it with the power of your focus.

The gift in conscious creation is that the choice is always yours!

So dig deep within yourself to remember your power to have it all and to love yourself so fully that you change the very vibration of the very earth you live on. This is how you will lead as way showers of the new earth paradigm by your radiant example of what IS possible.

Become all of who you wish to BE and you will rapidly birth the life you wish to see.

We are the Spiritual Hierarchy with you today to remind you that only you can lift yourself above the ordinary to achieve the extraordinary. Only you can Become who you deeply know yourself to be.

You are loved and supported beyond measure. This is the link for this if you want to send it onward to lighten the path for many.   Lifetechnology@yahoogroups.com sent by ormusalchemy@aol.com  many blessings and much love and light to all  shekhinah.

As you get to be older and wiser you see with a new pair of glasses. I discovered if you take them off all is fuzzy and out of sinc. I then picked up another pair of glasses which has another view wondering where the old ones has gone. Today i let my vision get real fuzzy and had to focus with the blur factor and this after 16 hours of sleep and contemplation I've discovered i no longer need this pair as i once again lay them down, Someone speaks to me i reach over to grab my glasses and find i now have the originals once again to run out the door and never lay them down again. Much of the visions with another' s pair can disorientate you so bad you forgot where you were at.... The eye doctors, the Physicians office or just a bright window in time to see others visions with your pair of eyes. I feel better now that things are back to my understanding of my life and sleep caught up i will further my writings in the next few days as i haven't been into the computer lately sorry about letting you all drift but one has to do other things once in a while. for their better state of mind. Have a blessed day!

Grief is a doorway to the teachings of enlightenment and wisdom.  The gateway of the soul is a teaching path to higher consciousness.  Through grief you can push the levels of anger,pain, abandonment, terror and loneliness; these are the aspects of the scared wound.  All of us try to ignore the problems, just turn around and let them teach you about who you really are.  Keep an open heart to what you are and let grief guide you to freedom of all the above listed experiences.  Within grief the seeds of enlightenment and wisdom are growing what is lost can only come back to you in higher ways.  Today I look inside myself for the answers to what I see on the outside of myself.  I look deep in the autumn of my soul and cry to the parts I love, telling them goodbye and to take on the inner battle of what i left go of running a muck to get some acknowledgment of ownership to that which i should fix for my self to be all it can be.  As the leaves fall and all my issues turn to bright stars, i sigh in remembrance of my true self of perfection and glory that the father gave me and doubt no more.

DREAMS AND REAL THOUGHT CAN BECOME SIMILAR, THEY BOTH CAN FLY AWAY.  YOU MUST MEET THEM AND CONQUER THEM.  WHERE IS THE PAIN FROM CHILDHOOD YOU HAVEN'T DEALT WITH?  MOVE INTO THE WOUND OF YOUR SECRET FEARS FIND THE SEEDS OF WISDOM THERE TO GROW FROM AND BECOME MASTER OF YOUR DESTINY  FACE WHAT UPSETS YOU MOST AND IT WILL EASE THE GRIP ON YOU.

GIVE AWAY WHATEVER IT IS THAT HOLDS YOU BACK.  COULD IT BE INSECURITIES, EGO, FEAR OF FAILURE, OR NOT BEING LOVED OR BEING TOTALLY ALONE?  LET IT GO AND BE REBORN.  INTO A NEW STATE OF PERFECTION FREE OF ALL BAGGAGE AND BOOK YOUR NEXT FLIGHT TO ANYWHERE FUN.COM.

THIS IS PERFECTION IN ANYONE THING IT IS FLEETING AND HARD TO PIN DOWN SO LET IT FLY AWAY ON THE FEATHERS OF THE WIND ,CATCHING  IN THE BRANCHES OF ANY TREE.  YOU SEE INTO THE  STRONG AND YET YIELDING TO THE UNIVERSAL FLOW,THE SOFT REFLECTION ON THE THING STICKING IN THE TREE OF YOUR LIFE IS THAT WHICH CANT LET YOU MOVE FOREWORD.

YOU CAN USE THE MOON TO PULL OLD LIGHT THROUGH IT AS A OLD WOUND AND SEE IT HEAL WITH THE SUN OF THE DAY ONLY TO FLY FREE AGAIN TO NEVER STOP YOUR PERFECTION OF BEING YOUR SELF.  WISE AS THE SOARING EAGLE WITH THE EYES OF A HAWK.

School of life. We move through life it learning many lessons and all about our possibilities.  It then becomes a warrior's path one to fight through to the end.  Enlightenment is a stop along the way with a reward of the Great Spirit.  Crashing as a mirror fragmented together to make one Mandela our view of god is expanded.  In the center of the eye of a great storm we find stillness and a quiet balance just for our own life.  We try to become one with the stillness. Taking the vision of the Zen sand garden with its perfected lines of grains not a pattern to speak of but well manicured to say the least.  Above it suspended is our earth waiting in the quietness to grow in the oneness of a giant boulder crouching in the shadow just to know it's still in its infancy, perfected in the oneness of being.

A shaman can teach you about power and a magician can teach you to become strong in spirit and competent in your endeavors, but to describe a miracle or to explain the mystery you lose the power gained.

Silence is a watchful guardian of what is.  You can talk around the edges but never giving the true full picture of the magic contained in the miracle.  Just welcome the miracle and enjoy the ride.

The transformation is in you not the outcome.  Darkness stands alone within the closet without the light.  If you could go all the way back to when time began you could see through the veil of the cosmos.

Beauty is a thing well deserved to humans for all the disillusionment they produce just to keep the truth in the dark.  Simplicity at its finest is one's true mystery.

DREAM OR REMEMBER THE DREAM THAT IS THE QUEST.  YOU ENTERED YOUR LIFE THROUGH THE VEIL OF THE DREAM.  ONE OF THE REASONS THE LAST PIECE IS MISSING IS BECAUSE IT GIVES THE CLUES HOW TO GET HOME.

YOU ARE ONE WITH ALL LIFE; YOU ARE CREATION LOOKING FOR its SELF.  THE GREAT MOTHER RESTS WITHIN YOUR SPIRIT.  THIS IS WHY YOU ARE SO EARTHBOUND OR CONSCIOUS.

MOTHER OF THE UNIVERSE IS THE WOMB OF ALL LIFE.  EVEN IN THE LIGHT THAT SHINES FROM YOUR EYES. SHE BRINGS THE ILLUMINATION OF DAILY DREAMS AND THE SWIFT POSSIBILITIES OF YOUR DREAMS BECOMING YOUR REALITY.   I AM TRYING TO REMEMBER THE SWEETNESS OF PLEASURE AND THE SCENT OF THE RIVER FROM WHICH I CAME.

THE BUTTERFLY IS RED WITH THE DESIRE FOR THE REMEMBRANCE OF FLYING AND THE FREEDOM IT GIVES US TO LAND IN THE FLOWERS SCENT WAVERING IN THE BREEZE SUSPENDED OVER AN ETERNAL UNIVERSE OF LOVE.....PRICELESS!!!!!!!

Caresses are light and flow upon the breeze like the wings of a dragon in flight. I stand ready to battle with chains and strife.  I look to the day when I no longer hide from the lost love within as it has a being of its own to hold and caress somewhere in my chest.

I can feel your hold upon me as I stand in the battle warring only pain and hurt to spur me onward to the battles end. I ask myself is it you or am I battling my own heart instead of the monsters on the parchment sent to me to collect at the worlds end to hand over to the master who will negate them to be never again. What is then left but the beauty of a scar where the battle took its hold and caressed me no more.. As victory sets in I know I have a friend.

  I truly live in and above the veil as my true persona hangs upon a nail.  I died for one and all can you see my love leaving me as the blood drains down my neck or has the spidery vein clogged to let me live on till the dawn of another day when man needs me to win at life one more time to caress the wings of the dragons nest.

My love I will wait till eternity ends to be there with you again to do it all over and discover you were my only lover. I have a sigh as the cover rolls over where your lips have been I silently caress the spot you love so well as my nose smells you linger in the air to brush back a strand of my hair. I close my eyes and wish you my love's only wish.... to caress

The master’s puppet smiles big as he sit at the masters feet with the darkness captured within a rose as the smell is as sweet. The master is playing with him toying with his afflictions does the master not see that the puppet is on the end of a stick dangling his smile so thick.

His red and green shows his desire to win at all costs and to become the master who sits and watches but can a frog play chess or checkers without getting lost?

The puppet has a letter on his head can anyone guess what it said? As far as I can see it is Alpha heaven for all to reach as the masters plan is in action I never could read the puppets reaction. This is a puzzle hidden very well inside the gates of heck with arms and feet crossed how much did the puppet pay to be the boss?

As I stand and take the puppet by the hand his face is no longer smiling it looks a fright as he is covered through the night .His smile soon returns as the game turns that favorite corner to see the master and to sit at his feet once more.

Waiting to see who comes through the door. It was I,   the thing you cannot see the spirit who moves in me.  Just as the master now sits at my feet the smile is upon the puppets face for redemption never tasted so sweet.  Blessed are the toad and the puppet as well as the master for grace is sitting in the driver’s seat so rare.   I loved the rosy cross but the price is what I paid, not what I bought!

Here I stand with my feet in the sand waiting for beauty to fly through the sky. As the flower blooms and the days sun shines. I feel the love you send me as I waited still and firm on my feet to love the gifts of the soul and those of your love gently caressing my face to say just how much you love me. The warmth of the experience needs no sun to warm me it comes from the inside my heart, my heart is yours and yours alone, blessed by your thoughts and dreams to be next to me….. Beauty and freedom is just a combination not many see up close but in truth there is nothing that can hold back intent such as ours, to be, to love and be free to dream dreams of eternity of smiling faces near and the footsteps are firmly planted and the direction sought honestly my love our true love is never lost. I don’t know what to say that you have never heard one say being of god like qualities I am sure you have heard it all from all beings but as you hear it from me rest assured it is as real as the footprints in the sand as we leave them to walk hand in hand.

Serenity what is it to you? For me, it knows there is nothing that can take my god given inheritance and make my life a bad time. I find serenity in small things and the quietness between sounds. How to use that which  is given in a positive way every day , just pull out  that hidden talent the one you so painstakingly try to hide so no one will steal it from you. Let it shine into the day let others be blessed by your talents.  Give them grace and mercy and trust as the father gives you, find the lining in the cloud to support you in times of faintness.  There is love in serving others and healing quietly those in pain this has been a true station for me to give and heal that in myself as well as others.  Just fly in the healing of the serenity of your being. Give from the love inside given to you from the father as all is well and feels beautiful………

Looking with the spiritual eye, can you see? Is there a view to you that you never seen before? I ask you in silence can you hear with those ears of yesteryear? What does the eye see? A painted portrait one of animation or grandest of hues, does the portrait have movement or is it still? Would you see the feeling of the artist?  Can you see the artist is you?  Paint on the canvas of your life a masterpiece you will never regret or be ashamed of saying it was me who put it on paper or in memory….



As my eye opens I see people for what they are not what the world wants me to see, I know illusion does its best to converge the point of knowing in life’s duality but I snap back the vision to a single lens. One vision of a single making to see the truth reign free as I gasp for air to soar through the land.



How do I feel?  I feel with my being tender and deep as the oceans floor. How do I see through the murky deep?  I ask god to shine the light of mercy and grace for me to see where to walk or where to stand. Try it and find your focus send it with belief heal, love dream and be able to use those gifts to see it all clearly.

My light is like the morning dew it renews all in its path. The light is soft, sensual and needy only in the respect that its job description requires it to be so. When the day breaks and I pray to the creator I never forget to thank him for the light in my soul. Oneness is a beautiful gift to get when one turns to meet the light. There is neither loneliness, nor sorrow only a tomorrow blessing you anew ready to surf life’s rifts and tears. I give you a rose of old one with passion to receive that gift as yours and yours alone from the light within. Be forever blessed in the light of day and warmed in the darkness of tomorrow for all is under the watchful eye of the One and only light in the worlds universe, blessed are we to be his children.

Those who upset you most in life are your best teachers.  If confusion is in your head then that person has shown you that you still have work to do.  Learn that seeing your life is teaching, like a red lotus healing it's pain from the inner solitude, gain strength from your wounds. A good magician remembers the trail and takes a different one even if it is more difficult.  This way you build strength. Soar ever higher along the road less traveled and the Buddha sits awaiting the student to aide them in their growth.  The world is setting in Waite for the student to become the teacher.  The wings are most beautiful as well as strong. The Buddha waits as the student realizes that they are the Buddha reaching for the desire to become the student once again is a growth spin. Our bodies are just energy a currency to further our expanding natures.  When the trees become hard and unyeilding just sit and let them know that you will bend if they do and to breathe in strength and compromise.  Center the self in the glow of the growth of all that is in infinite abundance.

When the world changes and your being start's to glow you reflect on the new vision of the being on the horizon at the edge of your consciousness. There is an idea stocking and awaits your discovery with a creative spark to ignite the sacred painting of your life.  The eagles soar to spur you on to Illumination, take the responsibility and life will follow.  As I sit in silent contemplation of nothing, the void, the womb of life, I look for the answers to fall into my lap like a soft warm kitten to stroke knowing it is part of my being that needs love.  My subtle body glows with anticipation while my physical body yearns for the physical senses to be fulfilled.  My spirit soars above the heights known to man collecting a view of what it is I am searching for.  As I remember to feed my soul on a daily basis I drink from the fresh dew on the flower opening in my soul and know the answer is just that, an answer illuminated.  The answer then becomes no more than a t abounds. mirror with a view.  Darkness is then removed and light abounds.

Feelings change like the weather, they are cast on and off like a set of deeply cherished clothes.  We let them flow like rain, crash like lightening or just send rays of sun through the day.



Change can have unhappiness set in like a bad cold – one that goes through your body like the flu - sometimes it moves on.



When you hold tight to any one thing if smothers the burning flame- it needs air to breathe and fire to burn.  Passion yearns for a playground that’s receptive and kind.



Sand is blown freestanding, a forum of art – abrasive and crude somewhat self destroying much like the men and women of today.



Realities and time spent to build feelings in the dark is a misunderstood art, a facet in time.  Realities are fast and fleeting due to the minds weakness of our indecision.

How can you breathe?

When you speak that lie tasting so sweet?

Where is the truth or deceit?

While I sit at your feet,

Can you tell it well?

Or are you going straight to heck?

What are you really doing?

What’s the purpose to living?

If all you do is lie

And deceive another for selfish gain?

Why does the pain of another delight you so?

Don’t you know  what they must feel?

Your place of disgrace,

For you can’t hide it in your face?

The truth may hurt both you and me.

The lies never set you free

But the deceit kills off the  reality for me.

You are hurting me

So set me free.

Men, can’t live with them – can’t live without them.  So strong and firm, yet gentle and understanding on return.  Exciting but never bending – always curious with women.



Men where does the beast console his wounds – do they crawl away in the dark to lick the deepest cut or into a woman’s arms gently laying on her *******?  Hopefully  so, but maybe not.  Men also place their bruises upon the hands of the Maker while women gently sob tears into the night.



Men never give up being knightly, strong and rescuing the damsel in distress.  Sometime men just cause stress.



Gifts, love, uncertainty, cuddling, nested in the strong arms are a woman torn, broken, bent beyond reproach.  Her heart goes limp, she sighs.



Men are always ready with the first aid kit and those soft, smothering kisses and long, lost, longing eyes.

How do we accept all parts of self without understanding?



You are in every person who is next to you and the acceptance of what they have to share is what I call (a) the lower self and (b) the higher self.



Where does self love and surrender come in?  Answer…..



It is allowing the lower self to react and letting the higher self understand, all the while loving the lower self and continual compassion to both halves of the whole.



You need to keep regard to kindness and unconditional response without attachment, harm, anger or fear.



When allowing the higher self to lovingly guide self of the lower nature towards better understanding without judgment, expectation or demands.



Upon writing this, my spirit makes my heart sing.  Gladness letting an ole friend surface to speak to me.  Relationships are wrong and sometimes right…when relationships make you violate, the true inner desires you have a terrible use of inner energy of self.  It’s to be left alone.



Strength comes when you take on a challenge to aide your lower self under the highways of understanding.  This is usually through acceptance of the same universal standards.



Power comes when part (a) and (b) work like a well oiled machine and deeply know the overall value of self’s worth.



Reaching for the higher self and ones true path won’t appear until you burn the brush from under your pouch – to garden the walk ways with eternal beauty is a blessing divine.

Serenity washes over me with such quietness only the wind would feel her waves.  As I follow my breath I go deeper into the power place below my navel.  The sun shines over a golden autumn day with the stag standing in the lake of gold.  I search for pain to ease it away from all memory of my body; past the place of silence to seek out my silent witness for within him my power is born.  The omnipresence of being is in a sun filled prism of a snow flake mantra, one I use to feed my soul.  Beauty is in the eye of the rendering of the fat of another.

What is one man’s pleasure?

Women are but a toy to a man in pain.

Such sadness has crept over me like no other.

All I own has died a trillion times.

But never has it left me in the desert

Where the sands of time blow in the Wind of Change;

It is Dry not warm, cold but not happy.



Alone I sit deep in this quagmire of a place called life.

To sit motionless and to breathe in that last breath,

I feel the tightness on my body

With weight pressuring me to move.

Stillness, as a lingering of suicidal waves.

Motionless I go to my grave.



I ask myself if it was God-given to feel love

And saturate every cell with it

Or a curse knowing I’ll never feel this ever again in life.

My life of here and now only in the here after,

To lose love and to gain life, Everlasting joy and happiness is hard to hold.



The curse is to want what you had and have lost.

The price paid to be the boss.

Love hurts, love bleeds, but never does it leave.

For it was given to receive a life worth living.

The ultimate toy has sat upon the shelf

And was chosen by the best to love, play and test

Until the next rest surely it won’t be the worst,

only the first joy of being the ultimate toy!

Things are sometimes so confusing – no clarity, no flow.  Where did I go?  I left the building but have no vision if tomorrow is just glimpses of yesterday’s decisions.

Confusion is an illusion, a trick to trip you up in thought forever stuck in the same old rut.  The ruts are like an engraved bracelet we wear and take for granted.  We can take if off at anytime, however we still feel the grip on our skin.

Clarity is the split second between the dark and the light.  A brightness that always sees the flow rolling onward, forward into tomorrow with   Clarity placed a twinkle in your eyes and joy in the heart with direction in your head.

Sometimes…the lapses in your mind are merely a door into another time and place where you look for answers between the Spaces.

ECSTASY IS SUCH STATE A OF JOY FULL OF BUOYANCY AND A DARK SIDE WITHIN YOUR BEING. MOST HUMANS SUPPRESS THIS OUT OF TRAINING; WE LIVE IN OUR MINDS AND OUR EMOTIONS SOME OCCASIONALLY INSPIRIT.  MOSTLY THIS NEVER OCCURS IN OUR INSTINCTUAL DEPTHS OF BEING.  

BORN WILD AS A MOUNTAIN LION WE LIVE LIKE SHEEP DENYING PART OF OURSELVES ASLEEP.  EVERY DAY WE ARE PULLING IN OUR JOY CLOSE TO OUR INNER BALANCE TO SEEK PEACE.  LISTEN QUIETLY TO YOUR MIND, HEART AND YOUR BODY.  ALLOW YOURSELF TO VOICE ITS NEEDS IN A POSITIVE WAY.  RIDE THE WIND HORSE, INTO ENLIGHTENMENT!  IT IS YOUR PERSONAL RIGHT TO PASSAGE INTO BEING TRULY ALIVE.

AS I BATHE MY BEING IN JOY AND PLEASURE WITHIN ECSTASY, I AM FREE TO LET THE FLOW OF WATER MOLD ME INTO A PERFECTED BEING ALL OF MY OWN MAKING.

I LOVE TO PROTECT AND SET FREE MY BEING ANY TIME THE NEED ARISES.  THE SUN SHINES THROUGH THE LIGHT BODY AND GIVES ME THE WARMTH OF THE REMEMBRANCE OF THE MOONS GLOW AND THE SUNS SUPREMACY.

Here i sit at the Hilton having a raspberry tea and yogurt when it dawned on me.  I sit abound in a sea of green bamboo plants,sofas and two palm shade trees keeping the glare from my paper.

Someone told me i was a bowl that holds  the knowledge of god, sacred water within a potters bowl on a secure foundation on the table of David's fathers house.  A beautiful centerpiece with the petals open and glistening in the sun.

Now the mystery is, How did the seed not know where it grew?  How can the water not know the bowl or what sustains it?  How can the flower not know it's scent?  The wonders are ever lingering within the eyes of the stranger who see's into the center of the flowers scent with compassion for the living soul, no matter the surroundings.

The bowl contains a history of the souls coming and going through the waters ripples to support the seeds path of growth.  All the while as we see the growth of a flower maintaining and becoming a masterpiece from the scents of the master.  How then could a flower not smell sweet and alluring like the glow from the newly acquired soul in the form of a gem called hope?

Hope dances upon the page like a rainbow through the diamond of my ring, like dancers in your heart.  The sun shines with warmth to snuggle into the center of your chest.  The stars shine in your smile as your eyes reflect the lovely days gone by.  Dreams come and go but you are but a memory unto me as the ripples  are stirred daily by the angels who sing to the flower on the alter of  the table of his magistee'  for the non stop growth of humanity.

I sit upon the rock of silent ages clothed with robes of scarlet white. There are golden salamanders that play at my feet while I place my true hearts intent before my master.



I have seen the bowl of reverberation where the follower’s immersed their self in the tone amplified and purified by the oneness of water.



While deep in the scarlet satin there are offerings for food and drink as well as prayer placed before the master’s feet.



Inside the rings of antiquity of a stags skill and grace was found a flower blooming as an angel’s face.  Beauties abounding within wildlife and nature as the butterflies mark the spot of the song of the earthly point of entry deep in our virtues unseen.

I have entered the house of water six legions deep.  Once a canopy of creativity held me.  The crown I wore was a set of stars unseen.  The fragmented emotions have crystallized upon the tabernacle of David's house.

I look deeply to see the snow capped mountains of attainment are behind me.  I have placed the world at my feet as the ibis called to the water.  The stars glisten with secrets held quietly waiting for man to explore.  The wind blows and the bell tolls for those with supreme spinning joy which is the life of us all.

Deep from memory and heaven smiles across the miles from those who have gone before?  I know the nurturer of me was the greatest gift received deep within the focused dreams.

Soft sultry light and music to get the mood set, lingers in the way a bad romance pains the heart, dreams of the past haunt me till the end is no where in sight. I revel in the scents of sweet intoxication. My muscles ache for the soft tender touch of his caress. I need to be rent by his love and soon as my tears dry and he finds his way to me as we were joined and no one can part. Time has allowed me to breathe in his sent and feel his kisses on my skin. Oh my love where are you and how may I help you to know the dangers in staying in the land longer than man. The days are shorter but the nights are long and hungrily I sift thought the dark waiting just to hold your hand. The seasons come and go, man dies and are reborn to disgust and revision of mind and body yet as I see the change in the coming only the energy waves will change as well as the body composition. Never fear as I will know my loves vibes through time and can surf the records with and ancient division of knowing as I am as old as time it’s self. Through the snow and rain blossoms the fragile born part of my soul ever fragrant and pure standing in the sun of your love.

As we explore the debts of our own soul we could contemplate our alter of imagination circle it in our being and to walk with the untamed, instinctual side of our nature is knowing the power of being aware of the creative pregnancy and continue to focus on the nature of the unborn talents for them to continue to grow.

Inspiration comes after reflection, after the seed is planted.  When you begin to do the work the universe comes to your aid in fill the requirements.

Imagine all the people who contribute to the universal thought pool, Can we all think for the better of the planet? If we were sitting on the air of the cosmos would we be safe?  How can we be sure that we aren’t a controlled experiment of the largest lab ever?

If we were I am glad it was my father’s design and he has it all worked out I just have to trust in his vision and plan according to the will of the supreme being who has man’s backside in a vacuumed lock to preserve life and not destroy it.

My love, what would you do with me?

I love the tender, smooth, caressing touch.

I feel you in the fire, the fire that has singed my wings.

To make love would be a feast

To feed the beast within my chest.

I pray that you still care

That I’m fragile and breathe fresh air.

The love I feel from your stare.

My heart beats from the longing you greet.

My mind always recognizes you

Through many times and many lives.

I say I will offer you my neck.

Will you sink the teeth that drink?

Will you stop and leave me there

Only wishing your love to drink?

Where does one go but into a soul?

The soul knows no death, no girth

But sear you it must, as love sets you free

When you’re so close,

I am drawn to seek you out.

I can feel your passions hunger.

Must I write much longer?


As I see you stand next to me.

I become so light-headed

From you scent,

Such a pleasant harbor of intoxication.

I feel my heart skip a beat

As you slowly touch my face,

To touch my lips

And tenderly bite me on the neck.

I feel you slowly draining me

But let you I must,

For your love has captured me.

Being one of the same blood,

Through many passions of love and life,

I still can’t believe

You asked me to be your wife.

Your scent liner’s long after you pass

I am that which my father god has made me.  In his image by his love.  We are all made perfect in life by his will and mercy. I today reclaim that which resides inside of me. My soul's spirit.


A child of strong light with funny laughter and a heart as big as the body it resides in.  I have to remember to include her in my life for she is the life's spark in all things.  She runs and plays with all on this earth.  This being is just that of a child of emotions and thoughts even ones too painful to remember.  I will hold her hand and walk down the hall of memories to help her understand the things to big or ugly for her to remember.  I will not judge her or my spirit for the experience and I will give her myself , to the father.

For all the love in this earth,  I am that mind of old and new!


Father God told me that i could have anything I choose, so I choose him and nothing more than his love.

I sometimes forget that being human is being able to forgive and  to love unconditionally.

Forgive me for being small and sometimes selfish.

Within the truth is a land of adventure to last thru eternity.  All along it was easy to
forget what I AM wanted of me.

Please remember the I AM of your being!

As you look upon the alabaster statue of the beauty in the garden of Edom, the softness looks so real, can you feel her?  She is crying out the tears of blood, the crimson fluid of love.  She can’t hold that frozen space much longer.

The beauty is a piece of the dream, our clay that holds water. The one you wish to hold.  Her water is drying up and it won’t flow any longer. As purity changes from her solid stance, the wind blows and she fails to dance.  The clay becomes as the dry bones of the desert. How long must she wait?  Will you understand that she will blow away into the sand?

You are the salvation.  For joy and happiness is found in her man.  His day crosses many lands she is very rare. To her he is the Jeanie in the lamp. She cries into the darkness to hold his hand as he begs her to dance.  His heart is cracking into pieces for the long lost desires of the eternal twin’s secrets.  He stands in time and tenderly kisses her cheek as the tears of blood drops into his hand leaving rubies from a far off land.

The lion’s roar into the sand is sending the quake through all the land.  His love has left man leaving death and destruction with suffering just four years at hand for the final divinity  of man.  His love safely guarded by cherubim under the tree of life, waiting for her husband’s salutations.  The lion will return to the family of man to live as it was truly planned with in MT. Zion.

Jah beams as his wife arrives shinning and all knowing for his love to return. A prophecy to fill a life worth living was only a dream in my lion’s eye

He was such a strong and dedicated king in his day. Jah I say “let him walk in your way.”  His love would save my heart from destruction and depression. Jah say “wife of mine it was me you adored so how could he see you weren’t meant for him. A gift I will give to him to come close to heal all the nations’ afflictions!  His love must grow for years.  I stroke your cheek to change those tears to precious gifts so man will continue to love.  You gave a life for them one and all.  You heard my call to come home daughter I welcomed you into the garden full of beauty glowing within the golden dreams of life that sustains a husband and a wife.  Love never dies it changes faces and places for us to never ask why.

Jah’s army to warrior against the dead was to win at life and for his warriors to deliver his petition to his wife.  For peace and hope to prevail we must press onward and give to all to believe in equal measure to receive their universal treasure?

My queen I have let you live, love, and return unto to me under the tree of life where I ask you shekhinah to be my wife. I ask for you to birth man, to grow universes and comfort all their pain and strife.  I did give largely to let man truly live my love, for the earth was my son’s special birth.

Running just to hear the sound of their thunder

The metal is only the grind

And the gears changing.

Can you catch the thunder

Quietly riding on air?

I must say the rain has gone

But the song remains strong.

Move along.

Come and play.

Sing with me this day.

To save you I must cast

The thunder to the end.

Where the end lies

And the beginning smiles,

Arise, shine and be.

Quiet thunder beings.

Sweet child of the universe full of light .  The Bridge you hold for humanity is of spiritual mirth and love of the essential life. Deep within your skin you hold memories of all time and space to quandary the remembrance of those who are here.  The ever radiant lotus of life blossoming for all energy to be replaced through the child of untold race.  I see the light upon your eye, I can see deeply the healing you bring for earth and all others.  I am honored to know the vision you bestow to men and the light you bring to women but the other untold gifts of the soul are for the meek of heart and sound of being.  Radiant waves of orange and yellow the waves of energy with turquoise and sea of greens mixed in the air we breathe,Will wonders of life ever cease?  Will our knowledge increases with the righteousness of being in loving our fellow brothers and sisters with the deepest of care.  Can you stand there and wish silently we are victorious singing in our soul for the sun to violently shine and enlighten our state of mind to go where never before to the bridge for deepest spirituality.  Will humanity reach that golden ring of success and keep you close to their hearts to feel you instead of see you  ?  Will you never sway to hold at bay the shifts in time to render us able to stand in time to be blown away to an others beautiful day never tiring.

Some are silent with the longing desire to be perfect, whole with out sin. Others are loudly proclaiming and defaming the lord their creator, where have they been? To each their own journey is spent looking high and low for that which is under their nose deep within.

Searching, lurching forward to a new day, a new way to travel to the path beneath their feet while holding close to the chest all their fears covered by rightfulness and truth.

Still longing in silence the heart is flesh and the mind untrained , a train wreck for humans. I say tame the heart , bridle the mind, hold the tongue, knock and the door will be opened. In slumbers utopia remember to relax, breathe in the elixir of the silent desires intoxicated with in the lure for the lasting cure so pure ponder it you must.

El Matrona waits on the children of the earth to learn of the gate to heaven is through her, safe and ever open. It was placed on earth by her beloved. The youth on earth as well as all pure righteousness enters in to make the light grow ever stronger to unite the love of her life to her once again for all eternity. How she hungers for his touch separated from his being to aid man and others in there justification to their lord and god. The army is surrounding her to protect the temple of the one true god she will never change her course through time or dimensions but may turn to dust before the land turns back. Her love sustains her through out time, holding onto what she was given she lunges forward to her given task like a babe to the breast. Her heart weighs nigh as a feather for her joy is his return. The children gather round her with abundant laughter, giving her continuous hope running through her veins like sunshine in the darkest of night. Silent tears run across the valley of her heart like a fissure of stone rending sand through the hourglass of time in the mortal world which sends shivers down her body. Years pass as she now must age as a mere mortal no longer held at bay by the darkness befriended in the making of a soul readied for the task at hand. El Matrona now knows which way due north points and why it must be fulfilled. She has reveled it throughout out many lifetimes given her by the saints which now she has become. Even the terrestrials envies her station and must obey her king. T’is the year of the lord and all will feel the judgment of the shekhinah through the angel metatron. Ive been her long and haven given many messages unheard, all must listen now for we have not long to endure before the great changes occur. I say unto you Love is the greatest of all things believe in him that made you and he will save you, confess with your heart and mouth your sins, he will free you. Ask and he will give unto you the way. For I am the door to the way, reach for me and you will receive him for who receives me receives him that sent me. Peace be unto you all as love from the great MOTHER and WIFE of the KING lives and breathes in Metrona immortal.

In gratitude I wake with tears of joy on my face.  The wonders of heaven are as unnumbered as the human race.  Pulsing through my veins like blood silently dripping in the bowl.  Healing mankind as I have to leave the plane of matter behind.  Love and Light seeking darkness to unbind.  May you know me by the truth in your heart,may you see me as the never ending thread as the bridge of the lost.  For some it could be footprints on the sand, for others silence of the screaming lambs.  In gratitude I am caught like the winters snack on the web of the widow of who our souls are brought. Thanking my way across the vastness I jump for joy upon the home land in gratitude I sat just as I thought.....

I do not know about you but i have been thinking about every man and woman being responsible for their own growth and advancement in god's kingdom. if you look back to the beginning,The book tells you that god and the angels existed in the beginning before man.  God made one angel  the most beautiful, this made the angel hungry for power.  After all made in gods image was good ,real good!  So my mind meditated on this thought for a few days i found it to be true in the respect that Satan was the first created being.

This is kinda heavy because it says in another place his only be gotten son. (being Jesus.)  Jesus and Satan were one of chaos and peace. This leaves another connection, if he was the most beautiful the most powerful next to god; last to be first. This would be the same being.at two ends of the same point. We just need to see the dimensional shift in the making of his only son and the purpose for his son.

I do know that being a human male, female; complete within its self as Adam was in the likeness of god. Again like Jesus, was missed by near all in the book of genesis.  The female was hidden inside of Adam till the rib was taken from Adam so he would have a help mate. Adam had all three.  The holy spirit, Jesus, the father and his wife. This told me that humans were frail compared to an only begotten son or the father.  This occurred in the fragmentation of sin.

I have seen arguments through out my time and many from people with titles i can't begin to pronounce. We all discuss the possibilities or we look the other way because we cant rap our head around the facts given to those with the true heart of Christ with all the answers written in it and the holly spirit to convict you.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            When god saw the angel's hunger for that which was given to only the one, they became jealous. God found that beauty was a tricky thing  so he  gave us all free choice ,that is a trick in it 's self!  It says that god is a jealous god and none shall be before him in importance or any thing else .  So the new problem was sin.

A fragmented being's punishment for going astray was to live as human. Here is a concept for the fallen to live as the perfect creation of god. I think this was the bar for all of eternity.

Our god made many mansions, they are here on earth where he sent the fallen to experience free will  to the fullest extent and to repent and pray that the father would hear and let you come home, back to the original status as angle's who sang day and night to the father and let his love be their all.

whew!  That is another mouthful there.  I went to sleep one night and was invited into the inner chamber, to have many questions and answers lull me to sleep. yea i remember asking let me learn during my sleep that which i need to bring me closer to the one who loves me unconditionally for eternity. Each day that passes i am given more.

Now back to the part about sin.  Sin was the reason the earth was made.   Sin was the reason god created man perfect in all things. Those  that fell wanted to become like them so much that  they singed their wings when they intermixed with gods perfect human beings.  They were known as the Son's and daughters of men the fallen angle's.  While the new creation was known as the sons and daughters of the most high.  How wonderful that we had this given to us freely we did not have to work for it as the angle's had in the beginning.  

Just think only a percentage left heaven for earth.  Why?  What was so magnetic to be human?  Could it be god so loved the earth that he gave us his son the Angel, the spirit that became flesh so man would live. How much did he love his creation in whom he was well pleased?

This made me ask how far had man fallen short of his destiny to be sons and daughters of the most high ?  As the world turns and the dawn of a new day we all have the knowledge and the wisdom to know who we really are, who we really were and who we shall serve in the end for all eternity with our wings all shinny and new.

I ask of you how then shall we treat our fellow man all the while struggling to return home to the righteousness of our eternal being?

Alone I wait faithful at the ready for my rider.I hear her thoughts and quietly know she is coming to me for the time is at hand for the fight of fights. I know it could very well be my last stand in charging her to her last victory. No pain or displeasure in knowing it is the time that she and I were born for. The long awaited date with a beauty of an angel humble i am in awe of her. We are one in battle as best friends or lovers but she longs for another.I am not saddened by the longing in her heart for it is pure for the king of man and beasts.  She speaks softly for the sins of all being asking they be forgiven before the seat of the king on high. Her smile lights up the heavens and her mate smiles back and lets her know he loves her unconditionally but the stairway to heaven is her escape . Time runs off  to hide in the clouds the king and queen walk in the garden behind the sun where conversation is silently exchanged between them. One brief second here on earth is but a day to love her king and beg for forgiveness. There is no love stronger than her commitment to be the vessel for his will It feels like a soft gentle rain with lightning and thunder till you see a breathtaking rainbow of  abnormal hue. My service is extended past death if she would have me as i was a gift from her husband for the long lonely nights away from her only love. It was but yesterday I came to know her but it was a meeting like none other as i felt her all along. I never knew I would become such a dear companion to her it is so heartfelt that she is Immortal as I feel i may be. What gift goes away or fizzles out? The demons and bad spirits are always trying to remove her from the field of fighting them to regain there humanity to send the evil back to where the king repossess it once and for all never to be dark again no need for darkness . How many Shekhinahs do you know I've only met one.. Her oneness the queen, remember the lady of the lake?   How about Moses's daughter? Maybe even the woman next door who can tell these days with hidden magic at work.. So I ask you if you do know her tell her I love Her too.